His footsteps seemed to echo in the empty, cold building. Disturbing the old tired shadows from their waiting. The shadows seemed to shrink away from him, as if afraid as he walked slowly through the cathedral. The only sound was of the hard heeled boots, and the soft flutter of his cloak following him. The hood was up, covering his face in shadowy darkness. The only thing one would see would be the red burning eyes staring out, a deep fire burning within them. A loose strand of hair falling before his eyes.

His two katanas hit against his sides lightly as he went purposely towards the old broken alter, where someone sat on it. A man by the looks of it, and a full elf. That man as messenger of Mara, waiting to give Fehade a message. The man sat there watching the approaching tiefling. Fehade thought it took forever to get to the steps to the dais. He walked up, then stopped in front of the man. The elf stood, watching Fehade wearily. He handed the tiefling a small scroll.

Fehade took it, then slid it into a hidden pocket. He then tilted his head at the man, a thin smile sliding on his face, his eyes gleamed with a cruel playfulness, a none to welcomed look. The elf tried to take a step back but couldn't. He raised his hands in protest.

"Look, I just work for Mara, like you. No need to vent any of your anger at me." He said. The elf was told of Fehade's sick mind, of his hate, by Mara. Fehade's eyes merely gleamed brighter.

"Yeah. But your no longer needed, pure blood." He hissed. He flicked his hand, and the punching dagger slid out the sleeve and Fehade grabbed it, then quickly grabbed the elf's shoulder then stepped closer, stabbing his knife into the elf's gut. Blood poured over Fehade's gloved hand, making the handle to the hilt sleek. The elf gurgled, and blood sputtered on his lips. Fehade cocked his head again, a light laugh coming from the tiefling.

He pulled the dagger out quickly, and stepped back, letting the elf fall to the floor, letting his blood pool all over the old cathedrals floor, but he paid no attention to it. He looked at hi punching dagger, looking at the crimson red over it. He then let his eyes drift over to the now dead elf.

"Look what you did, its gonna take forever to clean of your blasted elf blood." He muttered to the elf, as if he was still alive.

There was a slight laugh from somewhere behind Fehade and the dead elf. But a little higher up. Alice was sitting on a chair at the edge of the balcony where the old cathedral organ was standing, the massive instrument was visible as a dark shadow behind the sorceress back.

Her long dark hair was floating around her shoulders like a river of darkness and her golden eyes was as allways glowing with a sinister light. She had been there for a while now, not that she had noticed the lef or Fahade until at the end of there meeting since she had been in her own thoughts, but she had heard the name Mara, and she had heard Fehade talk about that woman before.. "Yes how very rude of him" she said with a laugh. "What was he thinking bleeding like that on you, shame on him"

She moved some hair away from her face as she said this and then she slowly stood up from the chair and jumped out from the balcony, she landed on the floor but it did not look like she had taken any damage from the fall. "But the blood looked good on you just so you know that, just a little something that will drive the demonic ladies mad" she grinned slightly as she said this, showing her perfect white teeth. "Trust me Fehade, I know what I´m talking about. But then again I never have seen you as a ladies man. First the dark caves and now here, Mara sure likes to keep you busy does syhe not?" she slowly began to walk towards him though the building as she was talking.

When Fehade heard the laugh, he didn't look up immediately. He knew who it was, the laugh was familiar to him. He continued to examine his blade, then he stooped down, wiping the blood as best he could on the clothes of the elf. He should have seen what was coming. Mara never kept someone serving her for to long, sure, this one had been only working for her for about a week or so, but Fehade would rather be killed sooner then later, and it was the fate destined for the young fool.

When done cleaning the blade, Fehade finally then looked at the beautiful demon infused. He cocked his head slightly, noticing how she looked much different from the last time he had met her. He, of course, still didn't like her, but he didn't like anyone, everyone was a waste of space, even his master Mara.

"But the blood looked good on you just so you know that, just a little something that will drive the demonic ladies mad"

Fehade smiled slightly, his thin cold smile. She was right, he wasn't a ladies man, he hated wasting time on foolish girls, he was ashamed enough that he had been with Mara for three years as lovers, he could have been ruling the world by then if he kept his mind focused on his goals. He slid his punching dagger into a empty scabbard nest to the katana Aparul.

"First the dark caves and now here, Mara sure likes to keep you busy does syhe not?"

He watched as Alice made her way towards him. Mara did keep giving him work, but he was happy about it, he had to stay active, he couldn't stand for waiting around, nothing to do, one reason why his schedule was always packed.

"Aye, she does. But its what I need. She gives me jobs, I get her what she wants, and she gives me power. Seems like a fair deal. Even if I'm always busy." He merely said, shrugging slightly. He folded his arms over his chest, ignoring the blood that covered his hand. He glanced at the dead elf again, wondering what his life had been before selling his soul to the witch Mara. He looked at Alice again. "Why are you here?" He asked coldly.

Alice stopped a few meters away from Fehade and tilted her head slightly to the left as he was talking. "Well I see no problem with that deal at all" she commented. Her golden eyes moved to the dead elf and then back to Fehade again. He sure was addicted to power this man, but then again most of them where that. Men and there power hunger. No wonder Mara could use him as she did, she was a woman after all. But the sorceress did not say anything of the things that was flying though her mind at that short moment.

"Why are you here?"

Alice raised an eyebrow. "Oh Fehade, your hurting me when your acting so cold." she said with a grin, but there was no real feeling behind what she said and she was not hurt at all. "But since you ask I have no reason not to tell you, I am here because I was looking for a necromancer from Taras....or what´s left of it." she made a pause and calmly moved her gaze around the hall. "Rumores is that he has a few powerful artifacts on him and I wanted them, I found him and we had a little chat much like the one you had with your elven friend...but with the difference that there is no body left of that man." she sighed deeply. [color=green]"But he did not have anything I could user so I guess it has been a waste of my time"

"But he did not have anything I could user so I guess it has been a waste of my time"

"Isn't that a pity." He mumbled under his breath. He walked to the alter again and leaned against it, much like how the elf had before he was dead. He looked at the growing pile of blood, making the old dais red, his eyes then flicked to the stairs, where the blood was pouring over. He then looked at Alice again, a bit thoughtful for a moment, til his eyes looked at the old broken doors that led into the cathedral. He let the silence stretch, but he didn't mind at all. He leaned back more, letting his eyes close for a moment.

They then flew open, and he took out the small scroll again and opened it, his eyes scanned it, and frowned. When finished, he tossed it in the air, then with a quite movement of his hand and a mutter of magic under his breath, a flame appeared in the palm of his opened hand, and the scroll fell into the flames, it was gone in a instant, Fehade then clenched his hand into a fist, the fire going out as it closed.

He sighed. "If only her jobs were a bit more organized and better planned, then I wouldn't have to spend days traveling all over." He grumbled. He then bent over the dead elf. No point leaving fresh meat here to waste when he's tiger and panther were outside hungry. He started walking towards the doors.

"Why are you still here if he was a waste of your time?" He asked, sounding as if he didn't care what the answer was, as he made it to the door and stepped out into the fading light, as night was slowly creeping up. "Nzalalih! Rozpalsariel! Come." He called, then stepped back into the cathedral, and soon, the two felines walked in, and went to their masters side. He nodded his head towards the dead elf. "There's some dinner for you. Enjoy." He said, then turned away so he wouldn't see the felines slink over to the elf and as they dug in to their meal, to Fehade, it was... disgusting, he could never stand the sight of things eating people.

Alice looked at him, she did not mind the silence at all, it was calming really. She watched him as he began to read the scroll and then threw it into the air and destroyed it with his fire. That was random really, well Fehade allways was a little odd. A guess was that it was just who he was....negative hater of everything...but weird. Of course she did not say anything of what she was thinking, she smiled at the demonic infused as he walked past her towards the doors out. She frowned slightly to his question. "Well it was raining and I simply took cover in this building" she replied calmly and brushed some dust of her dress as she was talking. "I was resting when I heard your elven friend arrive, then a few minutes after you came."

Her eyes turned to the two felines as they arrived to the area, her eyes calmly followed them as they made there way to the corpse, she frowned slightly as they began to eat from the mans body. She did not have anything against it at all, but since she was not here to look at eating animlas she turned back to Fehade again. "But then now It was not a waste of my time since I ran into you, has to count for something." a grin appeared in her face as she said this.