<span style="color: #000000">Misia had felt a dark yet familiar shudder of unknown power crackle up and down her spine,new souls for the harvest near her and freshly ripe for her taste.The location of which the all now panicked spirits were in a raging agony even at her arrival they did not calm nor seek rest only revenge.Misia smiled softly at the bloody mess before her...Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.What..Or whom could have created such..Art? She pondered as her legs led her to a body that was near death and eyes leaking fear.He was young and a street dweller ,thug, from the looks of it.<span style="font-style: italic">Jarrell Tines...He wasn't sentenced to lose his his life till Christmas Eve..Strange...</span> Not wasting any more time she took a look into his memories,his previous memories were all she wanted.to her he was good as dead any minute now she couldnt give him a second chance at life if he was bleeding to death.Well that wasnt entirely true she could...but why would she?<br/><br/>In Jarell's Memories she could see the horrifying events that had taken place.It looked like Jarell and friends deserved their fate...For death to embrace their souls forever more.At first the man had only toyed with them for his own sick enjoyment,until he looked to have grown ready to give them their last veiw of this already sick world.The man who had fed them death,and offered them to her had the darkest eyes.That of a endless void filled with havoc and destruction...Chaos. In Jarrell's memories she could feel the power flowing from this creature's very form.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh how delightful..someone who made her mission a tad more intruiging..a tad? No,a hell of alot more tolerable than she could have ever thought.</span>But with him messing about ,he was ruining the flow of erasing and replacing.Taking the wasted and giving to the glorious.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The Grim Reaper,by law,could not allow this to go on.But she felt a connection to him,like he was her bretheren,of her kin...How could this be? A bringer of chaos connected to the bringer of despair? Impossible! Some would simply say.But no never her.Misia knew what way Despair was cradled by Chaos.How cute a match made in hell! But beyond all means he was making quite the mess,he must have been seeking some sort of attention and now he will have it.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Breaking herself from the memories of the young man who gave his last pleading breath she grinned,taking the souls and their energy into her body,feeding her own soul with their delicous cries of agony.The hairs of her mohawk whipping the air as to whipping a slave,the wickedly sweet sound of a crackling hum whispering a eternal lullaby...Power flowing from her form drawing the lost in.This overwhelming feeling intoxicated her mind for only a moment as her deep green eyes returned from their glowing white.The consumption of souls in this bunch made her crave more.</span>But no she must find and put an end to this on coming massecare,this world obviously had yet to know true fear.Until she stopped it or attempted that is.</span>