The parties went on and on, inviting dark ones through their gates. All guards joining the fun of games, and and such, almost forgetting their duties. Zehavya, the Demon-Hunter watched in disgust. How could they party in this dark age, when there are demons to kill. She was crouching on the top of a house, that had a sloping roof, but she stayed very well balanced. She stared down in to the wide town square. Lights from torches and Jack-o-Lanterns burned. People danced, and drank drinks. People bought things from the market.

Her hand gripped her great-sword tight, a frown across her face, as her eyes watched a cloaked figure, moving in the shadows, away from the party. She smirked slightly, and stood. Turning, while keeping her balance, she went to the other end of the roof, where a rope was. She had put it there to get up. She then, grabbed unto the rope, and slowly, slid done it, and onto the ground in a dark murky alley. she slipped out of it, and unto a a full street of partying people, and tried hard to get through the crowds, following the dark figure.

After struggling to get through the crowds, she managed to get to the other side of the square, and just got to see the figure take a turn into an alley. She took long strides over there. And then, right in the middle of the alley, the cloaked figure was bending over a dead man, who was still bleeding. Angrily, Zehavya took long strides forward. The figure looked up, red eyes gleaming out, and she could see a smile curling on his face. She whipped Wish, one of her light weighted axes. She swung it in a expertly way, and at the mans head who had red eyes. He dodged the ax easily, by just leaning backwards. The ax missing his head by just a few inches.

"Come now, Zehavya. Thats no way to treat a brother." Fehade said, his voice like ice. He lunged forward, a dagger suddenly in his hand, and he planned to push it into her chest, but she stepped sideways, swinging her ax at him, as he suddenly turned towards her, snarling, he jumped backwards.

"Leave, Fehade. This is no place for you." She snapped angrily. She was merely answered by laughter from her half-brother, who was a tiefling.

"No place? Come now, these people are basically inviting us in." He laughed, and gave Zehavya a cold stare, daring her to attack again. But as before, there was something holding them back from killing each other. He wanted to throw his dagger at her, to kill her, but he couldn't bring himself from doing so. Zehavya wanted to lop his head off, but couldn't lift her ax. Fehade moaned silently. And Zehavya clenched and unclenched her hand.

"Go." She demanded. And like usual, he gave her a dark look, but turned away, and ran off in a sprint. His cloak fluttering after him. Slowly, she put Wish back, and walked out of the alley, into the crowded streets once more, thinking about what happened.