The cold night air hit as the young woman left the old magpie tavern. The streets were alive with the new type of people, the people who belonged to the nightlife, prostitues looking to lure in thier next cilents with thier overdone makeup and thier dresses which insuniated every curve of thier bodies. You had the thieves and thugs that would prowl looking for thier next target or victim, you also had the drug dealers and other black market peddlers, selling thier wares in the cover of darkness. The moment a night guardsman made his round, everyone would blend into the shadows until he passed and returned to thier work. The young woman only walked a few meters before becoming a witness of a murder; this was the how the underworld of the city worked. Kill or be killed. The young woman had walked past an alleyway when she stopped; her attention had been caught by a very well built large man stabbing a smaller thin man. The small man collapsed to the floor and laid there motionless, he had been embraced by death. The Murderer cleaned his long dagger on the clothes of his victim; he then looked up and noticed the cloaked woman watching him. He turned his face full of anger and his eyes full of blood lust.
"Want to live? Then I suggest you carry on and pretend you didn't see anything" He said grinning before disappearing into the shadows of the alley.
The young woman let out a sigh and continued to walk down the street, after a few moments of silence the woman broke it herself.
"What a waste... The races on this world aren't any better than the Demonata...no one wonder they want the place. They told me I'm not allowed to interfer with things too much lest I get discovered but its so hard not to but the human was already dead, all I would of done was added to the pile..."
She shook her head under her hood "But then I could of stopped the man from killing any more.."Stopping in her walking, she glancing back toward the allyway where the man had fled into, as if it deciding something. A groan from under the hood followed by the woman dashing back towards the alleyway but instead of diving into it she suddenly jumped and found herself now chasing the man on the rooftops, keeping an eye on the streets below. Spotting the fleeing murderer in the street, she ran ahead of him and timed her jump. The man had no idea what was coming as suddenly a silver longsword had found itself impaling the mans head from the top and the force from the speed, strenght and the weight of the woman landing ontop him caused the man to crumble underneath her in a bloody mess. Pulling her sword free from now mass of meat that represented a human, she stepped down and realized her cloak and boots were now covered in blood. She grumbled and with a wave of her hand and another chant of the unknown tongue the blood on her cloak shimmer and flaked off with an unseen breeze and distingraded into nothingness. Her cloak and boots as well as blade as she now returned its sheath under it was immaculate once more. Satsified that justice had been served she, turned away and walked back through the allyway.
What seemed like an hour of walking through the streets, avoiding the nasty people of the underworld. The woman finally reached the Angelsway gate that protected the trade district from the nightlife.
The gate was made out of black metal and dark wood; it stood proudly in the stone pillars that held it. The two pillars were made of the white sandstone like the rest of the city; the pillars both had a carved figure. These figures were what the humans believed Angels looked like; they were robed beautiful figures with huge angelic wings behind him. The young woman smiled under her hood, they weren't that far off but they were missing a few major details. The gate had its own lock and there were only three keys made for the gate, one belonged the captain of the guard and the other one was in possession of His royal highness; King Calcfier the Third and the last was in the city's mayors hand. Unless you had a copy of the key there was no way in until the gate was open by the captain in the morning, it would be near impossible to steal the key from any of those three mentions due to them being highly protected.
The cloaked woman walked right up the gate, glancing at the lock before turning her gaze to around here keeping an eye out for anyone that could be watching. Satsfied she turned her attention back to the lock and knelt down infront of it.
"I shouldn't be doing this but I need to get in there as soon as possible" The woman whispered to herself before she leant right up close and began to chant a spell in a tongue that wouldn't be reconized, directing it the lock. A small glowing light came from within and then there was a click sound as the gate unlocked itself, the woman slowly stood back up offering another quick glance around before quietly opened the gate and slipped through. She closed the gate behind her and it locked itself once more, no one would know the next day that it had been unlocked.
Turning away from the gate the woman finally let out a sigh of relief, the sounds of the Nightlife were behind her and quiet stillness of the trade distract now laid before her.