Topic: Demon on your side

nemah

Date: 2011-10-11 00:40 EST
She had been walking for days, following the roads, collecting souls, making deals with stupid humans who dared cross her path. But it was where the road ended that had peaked her interest.

A sanctuary? The last place a demon would normaly go, having ventured the town and hearing the rumors of a coming war she was suddenly very curious.

It had been years since she was in the middle of a war, and though most would avoid such things, seeing as outcomes were never certain, Nemah was not one to care for the outcome.

It was the bodycount she enjoyed. After all, the more souls she collected, the better. But this was different in a way, she wanted her side to win, being a demon this wasn't uncommon, but for Nemah, who had always played both sides, actually had chosen a side.

The Scathachian's she had heard of, well heard about as much as she was willing to listen to, her attention span in the old days had been much shorter. But there was always room to grow and her gut told her this is where she should be.

Crossing the grounds was out of the question, seeing as their gaurd was up, and she had this thing about being in pain. So she waited, sitting on a nearby rock.

Issy

Date: 2011-10-16 09:47 EST
Isuelt was returning from a review of the Hospices, first in the Old Temple District and then in the Northeast Cliffs facility which was co-run with the DeAusters. The Scathachian priestess was feeling upbeat; deaths from the virus had seemingly been solved as no new cases had been reported in some time. There were only a few patients left at each facility; and those were showing small but marked improvements.

She had left her horse with the volunteers at the Northeast Cliffs, the short walk back to the Sanctuary would do her good. Isuelt's long legs paused in their stride as she saw a figure leaning against one of the many rocks lining the north road that wound from the Sanctuary, past the DeAuster compound and all the way to the headquarters of Blood House Onyx. The sea breeze was particularly active this afternoon, tugging at the deep brown tendrils that had come free from the braid at the nape of Isuelt's neck.

Not unused to strangers seeking aid or protection, the warrior slowed her pace as she closed in on the young woman. "Can I help you, daughter?" The seasoned priestess left her hands off of her weapons, as she was wont to walk with her gloved palms resting on the pommels of her blades. When welcoming a new or needing soul, the Scathachian policy was simple: No weapons.

nemah

Date: 2011-10-16 12:33 EST
She had been biding her time, listening to the whispers around her, smoking cigarettes she had 'taken' from a demon below. The smell of sulfur dancing in the wind as she lit another, watching as it ignited itself in a hiss as she raised it to her lips.

Adjusting her leather jacket, she gave a smile at seeing the priestess approach. Her eyes had already gone from the human brown to the souless black that filled every corner of the socket.

It would be the holy ground that would give her away. She was never usually this close to anything holy, unless she was about to drag them to Hell with her.

"Actually.." She said, her smile becoming more of a sly smirk, " I'm here, to help you." Pulling the last drag on her cigarette, she dropped it, the toe of her boot extinguishing it into a dust that resembled dirt very well.

Issy

Date: 2011-10-18 16:09 EST
As Isuelt approached the young woman, it was apparent what she was. Her eyes claiming pitch blackness from lid to lid, and even the very way that the hairs on the back of Isuelt's neck stood up pointed to something very unholy.

Isuelt's leather-clad form stalled as she closed in on the woman. The priestess swallowed and looked over the visitor with a discerning eye. "You wish to help us?" Her tone left the question hang in the air for a few moments as her lashes lowered, looking over the woman once more. Isuelt was intrigued, and curious to hear how an entity like this could aid them. It was a promising notion; that is, if she could be trusted.

Usually, such an offer would enlist an invitation inside to talk over refreshments. This situation and this visitor, however, would have to be handled differently.

"I'll hear you, Miss..? Shall we?" The Scathachian gestured to the small lot just across the road from the Sanctuary, which overlooked the sea. There were a few shady spots there and it would be out of the way of any passersby.