It was a world of silent chaos, unseen turmoil, and invisible ruin that this place was. You couldn’t see all of the darkness that writhed around in the shadows, but one could certainly feel its presence. The city was only a small portion of the larger picture, one small dosage of the seven deadly sins. Just imagine it on a word-wide scale, if it doesn’t blow your mind in the process. Humans, unaware to their presence, often times lived alongside the harbingers of such darkness; and in this particular medium sized metropolis, that was also the case.<br/><br/>Walking along by himself, said ‘harbinger’ was minding his own business, focused on getting to a place where he needed to be at that moment. He had dark hair, spots of it lighter than others. Right then his horns were not to be seen, his normally grey tinted skin was now a pale ivory, and his eyes, which were almost always black and red, now only held red irises. Ears, naturally pointed, were rounded, and the tail he bore wrapped hidden around his waist and underneath his top. What normally were dagger sharp claws were now normal fingernails, and he was a lot shorter than his normal height. The only thing that remained the same were his teeth, his canines quite sharp, much like one might think a vampire would have. Clothing wise, he wore a black suit and black tie, with a red shirt underneath.<br/><br/>His name was Samael Lucif Daemon, but mostly just stuck with Samael Lucif. He carried nothing on him except for a wallet and a cell phone, the most recent model of Samsung, the Galaxy S7 Edge. It was quite a handy device, if he had to say so himself. When he couldn’t be contacted through ‘other’ means, this cellular contraption did the job very well. All in all, he looked to be a rather up tight, well groomed man of high stature, with money to spare and not a care in the world. Which was exactly the case, there was no denying it. He was probably the richest man in the city, and there was no doubt about that either. The good thing was no one knew what he looked like, so there was no continuous bombardment of people trying to talk to him and ask for favors. However, due to his appearance, he couldn’t stop the humans from staring at him, but it was fine. He didn’t care at all.<br/><br/>Just as he was rounding a corner, his thoughts were shattered in to a million pieces by the sensation of a body running in to his own. Blinking quickly, he looks to see that it was a dark haired male. Something about his appearance seemed off, the guy was tattered in both physical and mental state. He had been through a traumatizing event. Samael deduced all of this in mere seconds, the time it had taken for the stranger to make a feeble attempt at an apology before passing out, and falling against him. Right when the other male had fallen to the point of his stomach, Samael finally reacts. “Whoopsa daisy…” Sticking out his leg, and planting his foot firmly against this guy’s chest, preventing him from coming in contact with anything below his belly button. “That wouldn’t have been cool.” A tiny push with his knee, and the unconscious man topples to the ground, laying on the cement before him.<br/><br/>This reminded him of all the dark and cruel things he could be doing at that very moment, seeing how helpless this guy was made him want to rip him to pieces. How easy it would be to just kneel down and slit his throat in a nonchalant way, or pick him up, carry him to a non-inhabited alley, and string him up, only to have him wake and then fillet him alive, with no one but Samael to hear him scream and beg for mercy. However, such detours could not be made at this time, he had places to be at that moment; so the enjoyment would have to wait.<br/><br/>Sighing softly from disappointment, he pulls a cell phone from his pocket, and calls an ambulance. It didn’t take all that long for them to get there, and in minutes the medics had the passed out man on a stretcher and carried him away, tucking him in to the back of the vehicle. A second medic goes over to Samael, a clipboard in their hand, and it was obvious they wanted to ask him questions. “Excuse me, sir, I’m going to have to ask you for your name and a way of contact, just for liability.” Samael groans under his breath in annoyance, before taking the clipboard rather forcefully, which merited a sound of unhappiness from the medic, though Samael didn’t care. Jotting down something quickly, he shoves the clipboard back in to the hands of the medic, turns away and walks in the opposite direction.<br/><br/>He didn’t have time to deal with petty humans and their pathetic sense of camaraderie, no; he had better things to do, and right then much more important matters to take care of. As if they were reading his mind, his cell rings, and Samael answers right away. “YES, I know, I’ll be there soon. Some dirty rat decided to use me as a leaning post and I had to deal with the humans.” Speaking of the rat...something about his aura (or soul) was off. It wasn't normal, the way regular humans appeared, or smelled either...he wondered what that was supposed to mean... “It shouldn’t take me much longer to reach where you are. Now hold your damn horses, before I rip out your tongue when I get there. You know I can’t use ‘that’ out in the open.” He rudely ends the call, before growling under his breath. Damn people. He hated them. Not to mention he looked forward to the day this wretched soul’s contract was over, and he had the joyful privilege of dragging his filthy, stained soul to hell. Just thinking about it made him laugh under his breath, giddiness spreading through his body. Yes, living here on the surface was far better than that stench of the underworld. He quite liked it here a lot.