Gavin and Open
Gavin had been busy in the living paper tent entertaining a group of little shits as he liked to refer to children as. Humans were curious creatures but there was something about their kids and the pure joy the experienced at their creations moving about that did bring a smile to the demon's face. A genuine one. Fuckers.
But Gavin wasn't so distracted that he didn't feel the anger that had begun to encircle the cirque. No, he felt it in waves and breathed it deep even before the first shots rang out. But the popping only confirmed his suspicions that something was about to happen. Something that would get a lot of people hurt, his friends hurt. Now he just couldn't have that.
With a sigh, he turned to his patrons and gave them his best smile. Humans were so easily panicked. "I'll be right back. I need y'all to stay here," he said before walking towards the entrance. "Oh! And hide."
With that he was out of the door and calling his unholy armor and sword forth. Outside of the tent was pure chaos, something he would have normally enjoyed. Little shits, ruining his fun.
The point of his sword dragged along the ground beside him, black flames encasing the blade as he walked down the midway. Slowly, he passed by others. The medics helping the old werewolf, the snake chick, the jaguar and her group, he even moved past Kennet before raising his sword. Now it was time to have some fun of his own.
Eyes black as coals, he loosened his neck before throwing himself into the chaos, careful of the humans he sliced down one and then another hunter, disemboweling the first and beheading the second. The head, he picked up with a smirk, tossing and catching the severed head with ease before throwing it at another ginger with a "Hey, catch."
It was only when the man caught the head with a startled move, pure reflex, did Gavin, no Amon, drive the sword threw the man's mouth and out the back of his skull. He was having fun with this and anyone could tell by the look of pure joy on the demon's face.