It was almost ten oâ€™ clock, his silver Rolex wrist watch said. It was a slightly confusing device but it was shiny and usually important humans had a lot of shiny things. Deziel wanted to feel as important as possible in this society and did a damn good job of it. He had an expensive suit and a matching tie that probably coasted just as much as his shoes. It was an important look to him if he was going to continue to fit into this society like a brand new glove; he almost looked like a gangster some days, but in the end he was just a detective. Detective by day, serial killer by night, yes, this was the perfect way of life! Even now he smiled at the very thought of it. It was probably why people always knew him to be a little bit off his rocker at times.<br/><br/>His demon self did sometimes show through, mainly in his temper.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, he caught the scent of a woman by the park area. It was a block away, but with the current breeze he picked it up rather quickly. Sometimes having a sharp sense of smell was a horrible thing when he picked up scents like rotten garbage that made him want to vomit. However, the scent of a woman was always wonderful at least for the most part. As he casually walked to her location, he wondered what he would expect to be waiting for him. Would she be beautiful? Ugly? Maybe just average; not pretty but not a complete eyesore either. Would that be something, he told himself with a mental smirk. It was not often that he went after women. And more importantly, he wondered if this woman was important or not so he could snatch her up.<br/><br/>If he left the night empty handed, he wouldnâ€™t be able to forgive himself. He had to kill tonight. It couldnâ€™t be tomorrow or the next night. It absolutely had to be tonight. And he had to be quick about it but casual enough not to raise too much of an alarm. Deziel was not a sloppy man, or rather demon. He was smart. If he could fool cops, he could fool some woman on the streets. And from the way she carried herself he wondered if she was either new around here or just a bit lost. Either way this was going to be interesting.<br/><br/>He decided to go with a simple approach, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and then plucking a stick from the pack. Placing the stick in his mouth, he casually walked up to her while fumbling with the lighter. â€œShit.â€ He muttered. â€œDamn thing doesnâ€™t workâ€¦ Probably out of fluid or whatever the hell the put in these things,â€ The truth was that it was a brand new lighter. â€œSay, miss, you wouldnâ€™t to happen to have a light on you would you? I just got off work and havenâ€™t had a smoke all day. Damn this is starting to be a bad night!â€<br/><br/>That was easier than he thought. Then again he has preformed the little act to a few people in the past, and he observed a few smokers and how the reacted to a similar situation. It was successful for the most part â€“most humans do smokeâ€¦ it was the ones that did not that were the problem. He usually had to figure out a plan B then, but he was good with those for the most part.