<a class="postlink" href="http://s205.photobucket.com/user/Keydae_album/media/Fantasy/Devil-Satan-Satanic/483909_10151387498773105_1616950196_n.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb4/Keydae_album/Fantasy/Devil-Satan-Satanic/483909_10151387498773105_1616950196_n.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>On a high hill where trees are dead. A old tower laid on the top. Chants of the cult of Senire spread in the late night. Senire's cult was the demon they worshiped. They had a woman who came from a town. Beautiful an chosen straight from the demon. Senire wanted the most beautiful woman in England. The head leader chanted words as he had his hands in the air. The cult members chanting one phase in latin "Senire we indulge thee". As the lady struggled as she was tied to a stone altar. Suddenly the lady had held still died like. A bolt shot from the sky an had hit the altar. As the smoke had cleared,there was a lady. The lady had horns and large wings with a spiked tail. With black eyes. She stood where the altar was. The altar had been broke into 4. Senire chuckled. She rolled her head. An her horns dissappeared. Then her tailed whipped an turned into smoke then it was gone. She walked outside the tower. She spread her wings. Took in the air. Looking around. She saw a small town. She took off into the air an had went to the town. She landed on the ground outside of the town. She had walked into the town. Walking down the streets. She didn't have money for a inn. An she was hungry. She looked around the streets. It wasn't busy. Barley anyone on them. Just the homeless. An those who are out after drinking so much. She needed to find a human. It wasn't long after passing the drunks, that a man stopped her. "Hey sweet thing. How about you come to my shack an we can make it like dogs." Senire looked at him in a smirk. "Oh you would like to make it like dogs." He grabbed her an took her to the shack, As they were into it. She turned into her demon form an had sucked all the life force from him. She re-clothed herself. An left the shack. The mans body dried of all life force. Senire had put her clock up over her head. Making for the inn. She now had money for a room. She entered the inn an laid the money down for the key. "Room 13"  the tag said.