Angel Reaper finished his meal of a lost child who had managed to get himself killed by a truck and sighed. "Damn drunk drivers... I wish the world could just be at peace sometimes. Then again, I wouldn't exist if that were true." he resigned himself to slinking into the shadows as the boy's body was found devoid of its soul. He hated watching the parents and the police try to figure things out...<br/><br/>As he shifted to his human form it began to rain, and he walked home in a dismal state of regret. Shoving the wooden board away from the dilapidated building's door which he had come to call home, he went over to the pile of books he had *ahem* borrowed *ahem* from people he had killed and picked up his most recent favorite novel by a woman calling herself Emina Renkai. He had been reading this particular book due to its high fantasy elements, finding he was intrigued that even amidst the turmoil in the world of elves, swords and soldiers that they still found time to form relationships, which was something he could never do due to his monstrous appearance... keeping his human masquerade up meant he needed to eat souls... a trade-off he cursed the gods for.<br/><br/>"Alright! Bout time we tore this one down boys!" He heard just as he got to a really good fight scene. "Dammit... well I guess it's lunch time," he said, putting the book away safely and heading out. "Go away and you won't get hurt!" He shouted at the construction workers, who were all surprised that someone was living in the broken down building. "Sir... this is an unsuitable way to treat a house..." the head worker said. Alexander frowned. he began walking slowly and silently towards the man. "And this," He said simply as he got close enough to tear the man's arm off, "Is an unsuitable way to treat your food." he finished as he morphed into Angel Reaper, going around and melting the construction machinery and subsequently the men inside the machines as well. "I warned you, didn't I?" he spoke to the souls of the men as he fed on their life energy before they all died completely. Sighing he walked back inside the house and returned to his human disguise, picking up his books and placing them in a bag, deciding to go do some shopping. after all, he had stolen just enough money to get a few new books, and the people he stole it from weren't going to need it. They were dead after all! Maybe he could get a new Emina Renkai book or two... He walked along the path to the nearest bookstore whistling a tune as there seemed to be police going to his old abode. Looks like he would be moving after all... good thing he had gotten his books out of the place before the cops searched it...<br/><br/>Alexander entered the bookstore and looked to the counter to find the clerk conversing with someone, probably another customer, but what she told the supposed customer had him stop and stare for a little longer than he should have.<br/><br/>"Another generous publication? What's the Pen Name this time around? Emina Renkai again? Well- Oh hey, Alexander! Come over here! This is the author of those books you keep asking about!"<br/><br/>Alexander nearly dropped his bag of books. He rushed over to her and thanked the clerk, then turned to his newest interest in authors. "How do you do it? Your books are an inspiration!" He smiled softly. Best he didn't do anything illegal with a famous author around...