It had been a few decades since he had joined his old friend Dradiro and his now wife Akasha right to defend their land.  That had been the last he had heard from them, but they were also in their newly wed stage as far as their kind went.  Upon returning to the entity he called lord, Mammon the Demon King soon to ascend, he was sent on retrieval missions.  These souls had fled in fear of punishment for their sins against Lord Mammon, Strife was to collect and return them.<br/><br/>So far the mission had gone smoothly, he was seeking out the last few that remained hidden.  They had placed themselves within the lands of Raruh Azurael, a fairly new Queen.  Strife’s presence could definitely start a war between her and Mammon, however it wouldn’t be wise for her.  But Strife could still be punished, so he would need to utilize extreme stealth.  Hiding his aura alone was difficult enough, it didn’t help that the souls he had already claimed tried to expose him but failed.<br/><br/><br/>This night he was taking advantage of the ceremony going on at the large temple.  He had pulled the hood of his cloak over his head to hide that bright white blonde hair of his, however the glow of his amber eyes might give him away.  He leaned against the wall of a building, peaking out to see two of the five he had left to capture.  “Perfect.”  He whispered to himself.<br/><br/>Rolling around he lowered his head to hide his eyes and approached the two by a well.  They had a conversation about Strife, how they’d avoid him or if need be call for their new Queen to save them.  His ego couldn’t take it, they not only insulted Mammon but personally insulted him and his capabilities.  He started to pass by them, he saw them physically shiver as his aura made the temperature drop.  “Better start yelling.”  He growled.<br/><br/>He threw the cloak off, amber eyes glaring at the two as he reached down and pulled his rapier free.  “Please run, make it interesting.  No one will hear you scream, no one will save you.”  He smirked.<br/><br/>They ran, screaming help at the top of their lungs.  “Mammon’s assassin is here!!!”  They’d take turns yelling.<br/><br/>They split up, one ran towards the temple the other towards the farms.  Strife took off after the male running towards the temple, vanishing and using that demonic speed of his and appearing in front of the man.  His rapier slipped through his chest as he impaled himself.  “One down, one to go.”