The Cave

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In a renaissance era world where the darkest horrors of the night are reality and mankind is preyed upon in their sleep, humanity united itself against all more or less vile creatures. they raised their torches, pitchforks and riffles and drove off as many as they could into an old abandoned coal mine and blew up the entrance to hopefully seal them away forever.

among this bunch of monsters and fairy tale creatures was Nate calmly smoking a cigar. the point glows faintly every few seconds, providing the non-nocturnal creatures with vision on his face.

A booted foot appeared next to the discarded cigar, followed by a pale hand that plucked from the ground. "Disgusting or not," said an accented voice, "that doesn't mean you should waste a perfectly good cigar." Dämon stuck the cigar in his mouth, the tip igniting. "Rude."