It was raining, it was dark, and Zehavya didn't mind. She was often found in the dark, hiding, waiting, and praying some demon would come by. She was a demon-hunter, hunted demons, demon infused, vampires, and undead, anything that she didn't like basically. She wasn't really well known, though, there are a few places people may have gossiped about her, she was always there for people to gossip about. She was insane, loved to inflict pain on demonic creatures, it was her sport, her fun.

Her hunting started when she was 17, all her life she lived among demons, her entire family were infused, when they tried to infuse her with one, she basically killed them all, she didn't stand around to see of course, she was out of there faster then anyone could say anything at all. Now, she had been traveling a long time, for years. Fighting demons, and other things, though, it was sometimes rare when she wins, she is still training a bit, and learning.

Right now, Zehavya is in the ruins, inside a broken, ruined house, the roof fallen off, except a patch, which was where she was now, sitting down and leaning back against the wall that was somehow still up. It was better to rest here, then out in the open or a forest.

It was a while before she had decided to come to Imythess, thinking it was fine without a demon-hunter to come and kill things, though, on her first day here in the land, she encountered a demon, and luckily, killed it. It was a nice day for her, its not everyday she kills one. So, after that, she decided to stick around and see what will come her way, and so far, it was a treat. She always loved to play "Kill the Demons", as she calls fighting demons. It always seems a game to her insane self.

Eynalis was wandering around the ruins. He was a bit tired, it had been a while from the last time he killed anything. For him, killing is like food. He would be destroyed if he won't kill - the necrotic energies in him will just fade away. This was the only flaw in his animation. He started to be mad at himself - if you want to kill poeple you go to a small village, not a ruined city. But then he felt somthing - Somthing...Angelic, almost divine. He enterd the house and saw Zehavya. He saw that she was armed, so he dicided to keep his hood on his face - showing her that he is undead would not be wise...

She heard something. She didn't know really what, but when she looked up, she saw a cloaked figure. Her eyes stared at him, annoyance and a bit of confusion in her purple eyes. She stood to her feet, seeming quite tall. She wondered why someone else was out here, who was it? But whoever it was, she didn't like him. She felt tired, but she didn't let it show, afraid it would show a sign of weakness, and she would never let that happen. Her hand slipped over the hilt of her sword, her guard up.

"Who are you?" She snapped, still not liking the feeling of this. She stared at the figure, wanting to know what it look like, but she already knew she didn't like him. She didn't like a lot of people, most annoyed her.

The wind changed slightly in direction, and the rain blew into the broken house, and getting the Demon-hunter wet, but she could care less at the moment. There was a stranger there, who she already didn't like, mainly because of her judgmental self, but then it was also because of a feeling she had before.

Kalarn had smelled the scent of a demon, it could be him, or it could be someone else. He hoped it wasn't him, he was too strong for him to fight alone. Even with the flashburst spell, it was a bit useless to charge him, with his powers and all.

Kalarn trieed to blend in with the sky, and he was doing pretty well. So far he had been able to sneak past several guards and not wake up Calbon. He was a fat guard who was infamous among thieves for waking at the touch of a butterfly.

Not that he was a thief, of course. He was a visionary, as he prefered. He had been hired to seek out a fairly powerful demon. His name was Bahemut. The demon usually came in the shape of a mighty dragon, thus getting the nick-name Bahamur.

The monster would probobly have no qualms against eating him, that is, Bahemut and his mindless sycophants of course. The demons always seem to have a number of sycophants. Some willing, some not.

Kalarn could now see a cloaked figure, and a girl. Still, they could be enemies if not Bahemut. Kalarn drew his blade and edged closer to them.

Stallion watched, the night not obstructing his vision at all as if he had night-vision. His eyes blacker than the night. He was needing to feed, and the human stood there confronting another undead such as himself. He could smell the disastrous rotting flesh. The soft pit pat of the rain on his hat was drawn out by his heavy breathing. Far away on a roof is where Stallion knelt. Watching, waiting his clothes soaked by water. The dry blood that had once clung and stained now dripped off. Leaving his clothes showing as black as ever before.

He fell as fast as the rain as he jumped from the roof. Landing on the ground gracefully. His cloaked floated down with him connecting to the ground softly after he did. He smiled and stood up from his crouched position. He walked slowly, gracefully. Three creatures, two had drinkable blood, and by the gods he was not going to compete for it either. His fangs grew long and offensive begging for the touch and taste of blood.

His grabbed the staff of the great two-handed axe. Bringing it up to position. He laughed gently his eyes twitching. Maybe he was insane, or crazy, or just blood lusting. Manul his inner infused Demon, was quiet, showing his approval of this feeding. Sometimes, You can just be hungry... and he was. He stood back far enough so he could see all three of them at the same time. Manul then pipped up. "Now we wait Stallion." Stallion smiled bearing his fangs and his eyes closed briefly as he took a deep breath in, smelling the blood.

Kalarn had seen nothing dangerous, or offensive about them, and sheathed his sword. He walked closer, wrinkling his nose at the smell of dead flesh. He thought about cutting off his nose, but his nose was too useful for him.

He turned to the girl and said, "You are right not to trust him." He drew his sword once more and continued, saying, "This is all too likely a trap, set by them." He desperately hoped that Bahemut was not behind this.

Then, he caught another scent. it was patheticly weak, but it was still the scent of a demon. He turned to see Stallion wielding the axe. Kalarn crouched into a battle stance and stood in front of the girl.

"You take care of that, and I'll take care of this." With that, he flung himself forward, blade raised to slash downwards. At the moment before impact, he flung himself to the side and slashed at the thing's back.

What happened got her a little confused, a half-dragon that she remembered seeing in Taras one night walked closer, she watched him a moment, then turned to the undead, the smell was terrible. Then, the familiar feeling of a demon was near, her great-sword was out in a flash. She hated undead, and demon, after all, she hunted them, and wanted all of them dead, she wants to see their blood soaking into the ground.

"You are right not to trust him. This is all too likely a trap, set by them."

She narrowed her eyes, annoyed. "And who says I am trusting him? I don't ever trust you." She snapped. She was very annoyed with all this, but then, there was an undead, a demon. A crazy look gleamed into her purple eyes, as she watched the undead, then glanced at the demon, who she could hardly see in the dark. "...playtime..." She whispered, and giggled silently, and jumped forward towards the undead, great sword raised, and she slashed downwards at the undead.

She didn't really care what the half-dragon was doing, most likely attacking the other, but he didn't know, she didn't care. She loved fighting creatures from the abyss, thats why she became a demon-hunter, and because she grew up around demon-infuses.