~ Domeskis ~
An abandoned building on the darkest side of town ... it was an ideal place for those wishing to dwell in the silent solitude of their thoughts. It was said that those of ill natures and problem pasts often found themselves in this dark city, plagued by it's own dark deeds of the past. Whether that was true or not was left in the eyes of the beholder...
A young male, looking no older than perhaps 22, sauntered about within the shadows. His hair messy and clothes looking ragged. He didn't care much for appearances. It was silly. His bright red eyes peered around in the darkness, searching for nothing in particular. For no real reason, he had come here on this night to simply brood over just what he had become. The name of "Demon" that had been thrust upon him in his early years... It had definitely shaped him into who he was today. A recluse of society, a trouble maker, an overall bad guy... But that wasn't who he really was, who he really wanted to be. How troublesome it all was...
The decrepit old building groaned softly as a cool night breeze ran over it. The wind howled as it slipped in from the broken windows and stirred up settled dust and rubble. It had a bit of a soothing air to it for the Lucain. Tonight would be spent here; peaceful and away from everything else. Then another sound reached the male's ears... as faint as it was ... a sound unfamilar that didn't sound ... natural, so to speak. Was there ... someone else here?
[Lvl. 1 - 1]