Blackwater Islands prosaic

A scent he didn't know reached him on the salty breeze and made him tense. It was not often that strangers found their way here. This place was sacred and he did not intend to allow a stranger to taint it. 

The demon found the girl had just arrived from the bridge, and he wondered if she had come here intentionally. 

He walked over and blocked her from going anywhere else, his cold, calculating gaze resting on her face. Why are you here? he asked, his voice dark and promising violence should her answer not be something he deemed acceptable.