Moving through the home quietly, a creature of darkness pulses with energy. There is something that smells different, almost stale, in the air. The sickening sweet smell of rotting flesh fills the creature's nostrils.
A crooked smile crosses its lips. The guard dogs that couldn't help but bark at her a week ago cower in fear. Their bodies, malnourished and tortured, have suffered enough. Their owner has sinned against nature, destroying hope that lives eternally within a dog's soul.
Her red eyes glow as her hair is blown back, and silver rises naturally, blown by the mystic hellish winds. Her soul a distorted gift of the God of time and father of the fates, "Hush creatures of mercy and love, for your Master's sins have been whispered into my ears."
