Post by Astaroth Merula on Nov 27, 2012 13:57:02 GMT -5
Astaroth stepped out of the shadows of the Manhattan alley, so many dark corners in this city. Well, this part of the city, since Manhattan was just one of the five boroughs. Not that any of that mattered, the important detail is that the male stepped out of the alley onto 6th second street. He walked up to the intersection at 6th street and stepped up to the line getting halal, entering at the front of the line without question; sometimes, naturally being able to scare the crap out of people had great advantages. Walking away a few minutes later with a steaming platter of delicious food, the male continued his way to his favorite destination... Times Square.
With a slightly dusty brown leather jacket, blue jeans, Caucasian skin, dark brown hair, a white "I <3 NY" shirt, and brown eyes, the man fit into the crowd of tourists perfectly and arose no suspicion. He looked perfectly normal, however, depending on your definition of normal, he most definitely was not. He had homicidal tendencies, he could change his appearance on a whim, he had some control over metals, he had killed his own mother under possession, and he had met with a god; definitely not a human type of normal. Even by his own race's standards, he was not a normal demon. But for now, he was posing as a human...
The daemon smiled as he walked towards the crowd. It was a cruel smile full of evil intent, however it was not his normal smile, something had changed... This smile, as well as the male's eyes were full of cruelty, but they were perfectly sane. This man was no longer the psychopathic killer he had once been in the century that he was broken, he was know simply a killer... And quite a natural one at that, given his biological make-up.
After going on a purge for two months, constantly thinking about what the god of entropy, his patron deity, had told him, the daemon had decided it was time for a change. He needed to regain his sanity... And it was back.
With a slightly dusty brown leather jacket, blue jeans, Caucasian skin, dark brown hair, a white "I <3 NY" shirt, and brown eyes, the man fit into the crowd of tourists perfectly and arose no suspicion. He looked perfectly normal, however, depending on your definition of normal, he most definitely was not. He had homicidal tendencies, he could change his appearance on a whim, he had some control over metals, he had killed his own mother under possession, and he had met with a god; definitely not a human type of normal. Even by his own race's standards, he was not a normal demon. But for now, he was posing as a human...
The daemon smiled as he walked towards the crowd. It was a cruel smile full of evil intent, however it was not his normal smile, something had changed... This smile, as well as the male's eyes were full of cruelty, but they were perfectly sane. This man was no longer the psychopathic killer he had once been in the century that he was broken, he was know simply a killer... And quite a natural one at that, given his biological make-up.
After going on a purge for two months, constantly thinking about what the god of entropy, his patron deity, had told him, the daemon had decided it was time for a change. He needed to regain his sanity... And it was back.
