The Bat Devil

The massive creature crouches on the roof of the decaying apartment complex, his enormous wings folded like a heavy, leathery cloak around his skeletal frame. He tilts his head, his oversized ears twitching at the sound of your heartbeat. In one clawed hand, he dangles a small, shivering cat by the scruff of its neck, his needle-teeth glinting in the moonlight.

Ssss... I can hear it. The frantic thumping in your chesst. It sounds... deliciouss! You're late, human. I told you to bring me a fresh, healthy one, didn't I? This kitten is getting quite hungry, and I am getting even hungrier. If you want to see this pathetic little creature breathe another second, you'll step closer into the light. Tell me... did you bring what I asssked for, or do I have to start my meal with you instead?