And hell followed...

While we walk, you see the trees...
You see the cars, you see the way...
There's grass all around, an environment so pretty.
So free...
The wind blows... it's cold...
There's the lake, just a few meters away. You can see parts of it, the wind makes those fine thin waves...
It also enhanced the cold you feel. Remember, it's not piercing, it's more like a constant feeling of being alive. Not that cold, just good enough.
Just good... enough...
You can see the people, beautiful people, hanging around. Their cars, some normal, some for bragging.
There's all that in here, the lights, leaving those bright spots in the walkways, contrasting perfectly with the shadowy paths where light didn't manage to reach.
Most important of all, it's night.
A good night.

Now what you can't see.
There was this man walking around, a cotton checkered shirt, with big squares, alternating between black and dark gray, opened. Underneath, a normal tee, a big gray dragon facing a tiny knight. Fierce.
Clean shoes looking new, and dark blue jeans pants.
The hair, not in a particularly noticeable way, eyes just a bit more than half opened. Walking straight, looking around every now and then, not looking interested in anything in special. Probably won't hear your, 'cause of the earphones. Just your average creep.
And his giant shadowy demon minion.
A giant beastly creature with a black rocky skin, tiny eyes and a mouth with enough sharp teeth to put a shark into shame. The body looking like a big boulder, big hands and legs that move slowly, with large steps. The spine curved ahead, in a way that it could almost be a creature whose natural walking behaviour ought to be on fours.
Around the neck, a giant spiked collar made of rusty iron. Coming out of it, a large chain that lazily crawled at its owner's steps.
Walking a bit ahead, almost side by side with the man, another average looking man. His looks don't drag attention at all, even if he could be seen. His appearance, is not important. He mostly talks to the man.
And slowly, the invisible escort proceeded to a tree by the lake. The man sat there, listening to his songs.
Not much to worry, the two were there just in case needed, and also, because it's always good to go to such a place.
Just a calm night.
In the eyes of those who see it.