Distain2003
Pulsar
- Joined
- Apr 10, 2009
There was a low rumble in the alley behind the book store. What look like a swirling dark black and blue half circle was appearing from behind a dumpster. After about minuets one could see that it was a full circle half covered by the dumpster. The whole was 6 in diameter more than half covered. A few moments later the dumpster slammed against the far wall bending the corner badly. After another minuet Allidon stepped from the portal and it closed almost instantly behind him. He cleared his throat and closed his eyes he hated the smell of the alleys in New York.
He walked quickly from the alley the sun was just starting to go down. His orders playing in his mind. He was to prove his dedication to his master by torturing a human with out touching them to the point where they lost their mind or took their own life. The only reason he took this mission was it brought him to New York. The one city in the world where he need not change from his normal attire. People where already complimenting his cloths as he walked past into a small coffee shop that had a large window looking out into the street. Here he would sit and watch. He needed to find a target for his torture.
He ordered a large Italian roast and began to take a sip. He had to give the humans one thing when it came self indulgence they could certainly do it well. Their food was delicious another reason he accepted this mission. He sat there hood down eyes raking the city streets and the small shop itself. Who would he torment, his orders where to make it a challenge for himself he could not choose someone who would break to quickly.
He walked quickly from the alley the sun was just starting to go down. His orders playing in his mind. He was to prove his dedication to his master by torturing a human with out touching them to the point where they lost their mind or took their own life. The only reason he took this mission was it brought him to New York. The one city in the world where he need not change from his normal attire. People where already complimenting his cloths as he walked past into a small coffee shop that had a large window looking out into the street. Here he would sit and watch. He needed to find a target for his torture.
He ordered a large Italian roast and began to take a sip. He had to give the humans one thing when it came self indulgence they could certainly do it well. Their food was delicious another reason he accepted this mission. He sat there hood down eyes raking the city streets and the small shop itself. Who would he torment, his orders where to make it a challenge for himself he could not choose someone who would break to quickly.