Really creepy the way you describe the daemon trying on the girls face like someone checking out their make up in the mirror.

The child faced a mirror and morphed the blank canvas that served as his face into the face of a young girl. She was the first soul he had ever stolen. His deep slumber in the far reaches of the nothing had been broken upon hearing her sing to him from the light all those millenia ago. Her hopes and dreams had been intoxicating.

That was my favorite part I think. Great entry @blueteddy