Why had he ended up here out of all places? A happy little park, filled with happy little people, going about their happy little lives. Vester spat at the ground at the sickenening thought, then noticed a child looking up at him wide eyed. The boy tugged at his coat,
"Mister? I lost my dog... can you help me---" the child's question was cut off by Vester growling at him raising his hand,
"Get away from me brat, before I decide to give you a good reason to cry!" the child cried and ran away to his mom, pointing back at him. He could see the terror in the woman's eyes when she noticed the Nazi band he wore on his arm. She appeared to be telling her child to stay away from him. Good, the more people left him alone the better.
Back in the days of war he was at least happy, now years later after making a pact with Lucifer, the Demon Prince of pride and becoming a demon himself, he found his life dull and boring. Vester passed by another group of people who were having quite the interesting conversation with one another. From what he could hear from the jumble of voices and those yelling over others to be heard, there was a man who had been a strange man in the park smashing... stone pigeons? Scratch that,
living stone pigeons. He mused to himself that such a thing seemed so silly, and put it aside that these folks were making up stories to amuse each other.
He went on his way not caring about anyone else he ran into, even if he bumped into someone on accident he would shoot them a threatening glare and continue on. He got to sidewalk and heard a loud crunch beneath his boots. He frowned thinking it was just another beer bottle that had been carelessly thrown from a car by a worthless drunken fool. When he looked to see if that was it, he was met with a surprise. It was... a stone pigeon. He scratched under his chin before inspecting it further, noticing a faint twitching in the joint of the rocky wing that would have been otherwise connected to the bird. He stood back up with a mad cackle and looked around to see who had done the deed.
This kind of brutality and finesse reminded him of his earlier days of carving into living flesh of neighborhood dogs and cats and ripping their hearts out to see how long they would live. This was before he moved on to do the same to humans in his later years. Including other heinous and unspeakable acts against man. He stuck the tip of his thumb in his mouth and began to chew on it mindlessly, feeling the small tinge of pain of extended fangs against his skin. Normally he would have felt the high of feeling such pain, but his mind was too focused on finding the genious who killed these living statues. He could have so much fun with him... or her indeed.