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Cyrus Grey stood with his back to the cold brick wall, nibbling on a toothpick and observing the crowd of people walking to and from their destinations. He glanced up at the now darkening sky, wondering how much longer this would take. A suitable target had yet to shown up, and the demon had never been known to be patient. He had a strict schedule and wanted to keep to it as closely as he could.
Cyrus glanced at a woman in the crowd. Perfect he thought to himself. He tossed the toothpick to the ground and adjusted the jet black glove on his right hand. He began approaching the woman, pushing his way towards her. He didn't have time for any fooling around, it would be night soon and he had to make sure everything was in place. He required a human to be his voice, a puppet that was weak enough to be controlled but strong enough to not require constant attention. The last thing he wanted to do was babysit a human.
He approached the woman and cleared his throat. "Hello madam," he said in as smooth as voice as he could. He had much expertise when it came to this sort of thing, having controlled many puppets through his 290 years of life. His gentleman's face and calm composure hid his darker side and true intentions well. "My name is Cyrus, pleased to meet you." He extended his gloved hand and offered a smile.
Cyrus glanced at a woman in the crowd. Perfect he thought to himself. He tossed the toothpick to the ground and adjusted the jet black glove on his right hand. He began approaching the woman, pushing his way towards her. He didn't have time for any fooling around, it would be night soon and he had to make sure everything was in place. He required a human to be his voice, a puppet that was weak enough to be controlled but strong enough to not require constant attention. The last thing he wanted to do was babysit a human.
He approached the woman and cleared his throat. "Hello madam," he said in as smooth as voice as he could. He had much expertise when it came to this sort of thing, having controlled many puppets through his 290 years of life. His gentleman's face and calm composure hid his darker side and true intentions well. "My name is Cyrus, pleased to meet you." He extended his gloved hand and offered a smile.