The evening was going so well. The smell of fresh blood hung heavily in the air mixed with the linger scents of incense and wine. Candle light filled the hall of the grand temple built in Raruh Azurael's honor. A dark and menacing deity the locals worshiped with great enthusiasm. Most villages or towns worships gods of light or prosperity in hopes that some of their good fortunes would grace their own mortal lives. The people of Glimmerbrook, however, worshiped so that the Demon Queen would bestow some of her power upon particularly faithful followers. Tonight, in her favorite temple, a ritual was being held to welcome in new followers and announce the new head priest to the people as their previous head priest had upset the demoness and met a very brutal end. The heart of the fallen priest lay in the center of a grand altar along with several other offerings of blood, jewels, and valuables. Hoping to appease their master the many voices of the cult resonated throughout the halls.<br/><br/>Though none of the humans could see to whom they prayed to the demon woman sat high up above their heads on the ledge of one of the many columns that supported the heavy marble ceiling. The shadows cast by the candles concealed her position as she watched the procession below with an amused smile. The offerings they gave filled the woman with pride and stroked the flames of her power that burned within. Each new sacrifice only proved to increase her hold on their hearts and a cruel smile spread across her full lips as the chant started to reach its crescendo. The man chosen to be her newest head priest had only been told the general duties he would be in charge of over seeing or performing. The main duty of communicating with their master was left out of the details upon her request. She loved to see the new priest's face when she appeared to them later. The look of disbelief and fear was one of the best sights to behold.<br/><br/>That wonderful moment would have to wait though. She had been getting a feeling of something amiss for a while now. She had laid claim to the area centuries ago and her own aura had seeped into the landscape so much that anything with a stronger aura than a human that entered her territory she usually became instantly aware of its presence. Lately she had been getting odd feelings as if something were there but when she went to find out what it was nothing was ever there to be found. It was incredibly frustrating to say the least. So tonight she was having to miss out on her fun and postpone it till another time. Tonight she was going out to see if she could locate the source of the recent disturbances.<br/><br/>Fading into the darkness the demoness disappeared from the temple and reappeared outside cloaked in dark cloth that hid her feminine form. All that was visible was the lower half of her round face and a little of her dark red hair that tumbled down her front. She also suppressed her own presence as much as she could in order to prevent the intruder from detecting her to quickly. She planned on starting her search a the first place she felt the disturbance. Then she would follow it inward to see if she could tell where it was heading. Hopefully she could cut it off before it completed its reason for being here. Though she wasn't above simply removing the problem outright she wanted to figure out where it came from. It never hurt to find out who your potential foes were.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="197" data-username="@K1ngL3gendz" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/197/">@K1ngL3gendz</a>