Belzenia Empire, Asmodean<br/><br/>Tycho ran through the streets of Asmodean at a dead sprint. He could hear the steps of his pursuer and he was beginning to hyperventilate as he ran.<br/><br/>Dammit....it was not supposed to happen like this.<br/><br/>He only wanted to rob the house, he did not want to have to kill people. He was simply doing a routine robbing, was going to steal some valuables from a somewhat wealthy nobleman. He had passed the house several times while scoping out prospects and he had seen some rather nice things in the windows, things he simply could not pass up. He had done everything perfectly, it was going so well.<br/><br/>And then the storm began to pick up, and rather violently. Everyone pretty much dropped what they were doing and returned home to seek shelter. The owner was included in these people. He saw him and drew a sword on him, a fucking sword....he had no choice. He had thrown a knife right into his stomach, and then went to stab him in the face to stop the screaming. He felt like a thousand eyes were on him in that moment, but there had been no one there. No witnesses.<br/><br/>So how the hell was this guy who was chasing him able to possibly know what he had done. The chase had begun not even ten minutes after he had fled the scene of the crime. He had turned a corner and a man began sprinting after him, barreling through person after person simply to get to him. Tycho had to admit, this guy was freaking him the hell out. He had been running from him for five minutes now and he had made multiple turns in an attempt to lose him. He was scared to see the man's features again, his short black hair and dark eyes and the look of....well nothing in his face. The man did not have a look of anger or determination, his face had shown nothing. He was glad....relieved that he could not see him behind him anymore. He slowed his running to a jog and took a few breaths.<br/><br/>"By the gods....that was close." he said, holding a bag of what little things he was able to steal over his shoulder. He began to think about what he could get for this....he had a small gold sculpture of some obscure deity. In the right hands he could fetch a good amount but otherwise it was simply worth its weight in gold. He had some silverware....very fancy silverware which while fancy probably would get him very little in comparison. He had taken the nobleman's sword, seeing as there was no such thing as too many weapons. Otherwise he had panicked too much to gather anything else interesting. Dammit all, why did the storm have to pick up like this, he had the worst luck. He shivered in the cold storm and continued onward.<br/><br/>Until he felt a hard hand grip his shoulder. He jumped and swallowed nervously before he turned around and saw his pursuer, blankly staring him straight in the eyes.<br/><br/>"Shit!" he exclaimed, pulling out his knife and attempting to stab the man. The man gripped his wrist and twisted hard, causing a horrible cracking noise to issue forth only to be lost in the sound of the storm. He let out a cry of pain but it was quickly replaced with the sound of choking as the man's free hand wrapped itself around his neck and gripped, leaving him out of breath. Tycho dropped his bag and gripped the man's arm. After failing to relieve his grip he reached for another knife and stabbed clean through the man's arm.<br/><br/>He did not even flinch, simply stared blankly at the knife.<br/><br/>"What the hell!!" Tycho exclaimed, moving to twist the knife in its place. He was prevented from doing so by his pursuer, who threw him into a nearby alley and let him roll along the ground and hit a wall. The pursuer began to close the distance, pulling the knife straight out of his arm. Then the strangest thing happened. A film of darkness began to form in front of the man's face, a wispy dark...thing formed in front of the face in the vague shape of a skull's face. Unlike the face of the man behind it, this was not neutral in any way....it was enraged. The man's arm then slowly healed, until the wound was simply a scar. The man threw the knife down the alley and straight into Tycho's leg, making him scream in pain and fear. He did not get even a second of this however, as the man gripped him by the neck again and pressed him to the wall.<br/><br/>"You believe that you have the right to not only rob from others....but to kill others as well?" the man said, his voice sounding as if it spoke in tandem with some sort of demon. Tycho could not respond, as his fear was too great. "You make me sick..."<br/><br/>He stared Tycho straight in the eyes and Tycho lost almost all breath as he stared through the eyeholes of the....mask in front of the man's face. In place of eyes it seemed as if he stared into a black void...devoid of any remorse or mercy. He was going to die.<br/><br/>He then felt as if the eyes pierced his very soul, ripping through every fiber of his being and leaving everything scarred in its wake. He felt violated, on an existential level. This was probably the worst feeling he had ever felt. He could have sworn he felt his entire life flash before his eyes, like they say happens when you die. The man...thing made a noise that sounded like it was disgusted or disappointed. It's "face" emoted a feeling of anger but slight sadness as well, the eyes relaxing somewhat but the mouth remaining firmly in the same position as it was before.<br/><br/>"You have ripped memories, mementos, and prized heirlooms from families...you have violated the sanctity of a person's home and stained it with your dishonesty. Not only that...but you have stained the floors of a man's home with his own blood. You deserve no forgiveness....only justice." the man said, his voice rather neutral like the face behind the mask. The eyes began to bore into his soul once more....and he felt a sort of fleeting feeling. His body was colder than usual and his thoughts constantly refused to completely focus themselves. Every part of his body began to fail him...his arms ceased to move and his legs ceased to try and run.<br/><br/>In the end, Tycho had ceased to physically exist. The thing that looked like Tycho was now nothing more than a glorified hunk of meat. The man dropped the thief's body and walked away, upon leaving the alley the man blinked and an expression of bewilderment crossed his face and he looked around, unsure of where he was.<br/><br/>The spirit that had possessed the man sat atop a building watching as the man, now confused as to where he was or what he was doing immediately began to run and return home. The spirit adjusted his hood and made sure his mask was secure. He stood up and ran along the building...he was moving towards another location.<br/><br/>He sensed other spirits....something was up.