Oh, you better be good, child. Good as gold.
The girl ran down the alley, her bare feet getting cut and stabbed by glass and sharp rocks. She needed to get away. Get away from what she had seen. What had been done. She gave a cry of joy as she neared the exit, but it quickly turned into a shout of horror as she stumbled and fell. The giggling behind her grew louder.
As good as good can be.
She scrambled back onto her feet and took off towards the exit. She ran as fast as her scratched and bleeding legs could carry her. The giggling grew closer. Then stopped.
Else you be grabbed by the Devil's child,
The girl let out a shriek of fear as her only exit was suddenly blocked. She took as step back as the person, no, demon, let out another psychotic giggle of sheer joy. The thing appeared to be a boy in his late teens. With long, curly, black hair tied back in a low pony tail and piercing eyes of gold. Its pale, ivory skin was flawless except for the three beauty marks that were perfectly aligned under it's left eye.
The girl stared at him, eyes wide in fear. "W-What are you?" She asked, her voice trembling in fear. He stopped laughing. He reached out a gloved hand towards her face, as if to caress it. The girl quickly moved back to get away from it. The demon shot her a pained look. Before the girl could question it, something wrapped itself around her ankle and dragged her back into the dark abyss of the alley.
And carried away from me.
The girl's screams were drowned out by mad giggling.