~Oh how the worlds keep turning. Set in motion the coordinated cogs of power, the attenuate threads of fate, and the carcinogenic wheels of chaos that drive the worlds together.~<br/><br/>A bitter wind swept through the city, bringing with it a chilling bite to those stuck outside. Even late at night the city was lit with neon signs reading XXX Nude Shows, Happy Hour, and Live Show Entertainment. The bustling of crowds and machines filled the air, sounds of the city polluting all that was near it far and wide. Either you strive in this environment or you found yourself at the bottom of the chain feeding of the shit people left behind. Those who strive stay where they feel 'Safe' and live their lives as if all is well. Those who fell short find their selves in the slums and ghetto of the city. In truth, tho, no one was really safe. Fate was a cruel mistress and dishes out cold truths to even those of pure hearts...<br/><br/>"Help me!" A beaten woman shrieks into the night from atop a roof top, looking down at the streets as the mindless walk about. "Please! Help me!" Her words are covered by the somber life of the city. Tears trickle down her cheeks and fall down below, collapsing onto her knees as she softly weeps. Her crying stops, fear now locked into her gaze as she looks forward, not daring to make a move. "Please...." she whispers. Her body jerks forward and the woman's body twists around as she plummets to the concrete ocean. Reaching up, time almost frozen as she falls, taking in the last sight she will ever witness. Two emerald eyes looking down at her as she falls, watching the beauty as her hair dances with the force of the fall. From her lips she says, 'Please' one last time before her body comes to crashing end onto the floor below. A work of twisted beauty she was now, blood coming from eyes, ears and nose, hair gracefully laying at her sides as she lays peacefully at her resting grounds. A group of people run to her location, women screaming, men kneeling at her sides as if they could save her. It was lovely how so many could come together during a grim scene.<br/><br/>A man stood behind the crowd, emerald eyes watching the scene play out as he grinned ear to ear. As the crowd grew, he slipped away into the chaos and left his deed to them now. The man brushed past the running crowd, lighting a cigarette as he took in a long draw and exhaled. His jet black hair hung down to his lower back, swaying side to side with his stride. Wearing a dark green silk vest and a long sleeve white dress shirt, black dress pants, and well polished black dress shoes. His long bangs covered his eyes as they shifted from green to dark violet, smirking at a job well done.<br/><br/>The night was young and rich, plenty of whores and bastards to take advantage of tonight. Beggars would see the prim and proper man walking their way and reach their hands out, only wanting a small coin so they could eat. Yet the man paid them no mind and kept walking by, making some of the desperate folk yell out in curses and spite. It was dangerous to look the way he did in the slums, but that wasn't anything for him to worry about. The sight of people became fewer and fewer, soon enough it was only his self that now stood in the street.<br/><br/>In the alley nearby he could hear footsteps and laughing as a desperate man walked out from the shadows. "Well what do we have hear? Looks like you walked into the wrong street, bud."<br/><br/>The tall male just smirked. "Funny...I was thinking the same thing."<br/><br/>"Why don't you hand over your wallet and get moving." The man held a gun up at the male and stepped forward.<br/><br/>Unphased by the threat, he took a deep draw on the cigarette as he took it to the end and exhaled the dark smoke into the air. The butt of the cigarette fell to the ground and he crushed it under his foot. "Move along, lad. You can't help me."<br/><br/>Confused by the man's statement, he shook his head and stumbled on his words, "I s-said hand it o-over!" Before he could say more he looked down and saw a shadow form behind him. As he turned slowly the tall male was now some how behind him. Gripping him by throat the desperate man was lifted into the air, squirming for air. Quickly he lifted the gun and pressed it on the others chest, firing three rounds into him, but yet nothing happened. He tried to speak, but he was unable to catch his breath. With a simple flick of the wrist his neck snapped and the man collapsed to the ground.<br/><br/>"How rude...I liked this outfit..." His vest and shirt now had three bullet holes in them, yet his body was untouched. Wiping his hand on his vest he continued his way to his destination. A certain place he heard that held all sorts of interesting individuals, one in particular that had peeked his curious nature. A young girl....<br/><br/>Thursday's....a place no one ever willing wanted to visit, but yet here he was standing by the front door. A group of drunkards were outside laughing at one another on how badly they were wasted, almost falling over one another. The Demon sniffed the air and sighed, ''How delicious..." It was painfully obvious how badly he stood out among the crowd by the way he dressed, but that didn't bother him. In fact he embraced it and enjoyed the reactions people gave him. The music was loud, air thick with smoke, and the stench could peel paint from the walls. This was the perfect place for him. As soon as he stepped inside the crowd of people starred at him and began to talk about him and his clothing. The higher ups never came this far into the slums, so why was he here? The male walked in calmly and smiled his unsettling grin to all those who would pass him a glance. Just as he approached the bar a large man and his 'gang' stepped in front of him and grabbed his vest.<br/><br/>"We don't like your kind in here." The broad biker snarled at the thin male.<br/><br/>"If you want to keep that hand, I suggest releasing my vest. The last person who touched it is now a little broken up about it..." The demon's eyes flickered from violet to bright green for a moment and the men all backed away a bit.<br/><br/>"Uh...yeah well...I'll be watching you! Don't try anything funny." The group of men sat back down, a little unsure what they just saw and felt.<br/><br/>Once the rift raft was out of the way, he found his self a place at the bar and sat down, lighting up another cigarette as he waited. Eyeing the surrounding, he looked for what he was after. In room like this it be almost impossible, but he wasn't tracking her by sight. Taking a deep breath he caught a scent he wasn't familiar with and lightly turned his head to get a better view. It was hard to see, but in the crowd he could see a young woman talking with a man in the distance. She was just finishing with him and was now walking back towards the kitchen area. "So that is her...Such a sight to behold." For now he would play it calmly, not wanting to scare her...yet.