Lucius walked through the shadows, his long cloak flapping in the biting wind. It was a cold day for some, especially the beggars that couldn't afford an inn. However, he felt nothing. The infernal blood in his veins prevented him from feeling like mortals. Which is all well and good, but it was difficult to emulate something he didn't understand.<br/><br/>The prey tonight was a poor barmaiden, barely past her twentieth nameday. She had confided in him that she dreamed to leave this town, and study at the Library of the Ancients to the north. But more importantly that none would miss her if she happened to leave. Her screams as her soul was torn from her body was the sweetest sound he had heard in a while.<br/><br/>Lucius had sat down, although something that had been in the back of his mind all day had come to the forefront. The power emanating from the church. It had been getting larger through the past fortnight...  But alas it didn't bother him, no sense in investigating a holy power.<br/>It would most likely smite him regardless.<br/><br/>As Lucius opened the door to a small run-down inn, a sharp searing pain in his skull made him freeze in place. "Belial....." he muttered under his breath. "That bastard!"