On the roof of a three story building - safely concealed in the darkness that had set down above the city the moment the gate slammed shut - was a solitary figure. A smile formed on her lips as she observed the small group of people below. Twirling her hair, she walked the edge of the roof and back, quietly observing them. Eventually she stopped, and clapped her hands in delight. "At last, some new play-things... it has been too long."<br/><br/>Her bat-like wings stretched out and flapped a few times in excitement. She could smell their blood and feel their souls, even from this far above. Time had no meaning for the beings that inhabited the city. A thousand days felt the same as five seconds when there was no one around to torment. It was as if they were all in hibernation until some poor soul dared venture within the city walls. Then the creatures of the night returned, and the city turned into their grotesque fairground.<br/><br/>"Soon my darlings... soon..." Demoniah ran towards the other edge of the roof and took a leap. Her flapping wings were clearly audible to the people below, as she flew under the cover of darkness to the large fort in the center of the city. Towards her master...