The dream the demon walks into is... unpleasant, to say the least. Dark and opressive in a way that seems wholly unnatural in a way. In fact, calling it darkness might be the wrong word to use. For darkness is the mere absence of light, this... this is so much more than that, an enemy of it a dark-reflection. An unlight, if you will. So thick it is almost like a physical thing, a fatty slimy thing that seeps into your pores and crawls down your throat to choke the life out of you.

Still, that is not the worst thing here. The worst thing is the vast and terrible prescence moving within it. It is an unseen prescence, for the unlight is too thick to see through, but there are sounds of many legs clacking on the stone floor like a giant insect is brushing past you. Circling you, or perhaps the terrified elf standing in the middle of the darkened hall. Frozen in fear, he is, a small light in that great darkness. Alone. Defenseless...

For one short blessed moment there is silence, and then a terrible mindbreaking voice calls out:

"I still hunger!"