I'll go.

As the screams grew louder from within the house, I felt something roil up in me. A sense of regret, maybe something like self-loathing. A feeling that, maybe, I'd gone too far. A feeling that Theo, Thag, shouldn't be allowed to be released upon the world. So, I barred the door as he fucked his family apart, and felt a spark of something in me.

It came alight, something other than my Incubus blood, and I touched my hand to the wall of the hut, setting it ablaze. I'd done minor magic like this before, but never by will. I remembered the kind eyes from the first day, and realized I'd been drowning in my blood. "I'm sorry."

The fire grew and grew, drawing the sounds of screams from one kind to another, and I watched to make sure the monster within never escaped. As the fire became and inferno, a sigil to those who could see, I knew people would arrive before long, and I knew that I had to leave now, or risk capture and execution.

I pulled my dagger from it's sheathe. It had been a long time since I got it; in truth it had been a gift from my sister, once upon a time. I hadn't thought about that since I'd been exiled, since I'd seen her green eyes amidst the mob that chased me from my home.

It had been a gift to a human, from a human. It was the last piece I had from, the last human vestige I had; the final piece of a man who could have one day been better. But my blood had awoken, and I had drowned in it.

It wouldn't be long before people arrived.