{M}The Blood Camelia (!!!DEVSY!!!){M}

[۞Xiggy-Matt۞]

Asuka walked slowly down the almost empty late night streets of New Vhey'Ghan's middle district. The demonic mask covering her face scared some, but bewildered some into following her. Her kimono was short, showing most of her legs and a good amount of cleavage. Men and women alike drooled over her. The few guards that were around didn't bother to stop her from what they knew she was going to do.

Asuka was well known for being a hooker and a cold blooded killer. She love what she did, but what she loved more was being able to get away for it. Not only was she known as the 'Blood Camelia' but she was known as 'The Ink Demon' mainly because she has a thing for ink. However she got the nickname for one reason only.. she could manipulate ink. She always got away from prisons and guards because she could turn herself into into ink.

Asuka's bounty is what makes her so famous. Over 5 billion and constantly rising. However despite her bounty, nobody attempts to catch her because of her unique gift.

Asuka ignored the drooling men and women who followed her. She wanted something... new. She was tired of having sex with measly men and women. She wanted something new, a thrill... she wanted love. She wanted somebody to love her for who she is and not because she is good in bed. She would give up hooking for this certain somebody, but not killing. She wanted somebody not only to love her, but to share the same sensation of killing as she did.

A man grabbed her shoulder. The horns attached to her head shifted shape and jutted backwards stabbing the man in his skull. Another bum... Asuka stomped on his chest then walked off. She was growing frustrated... there was no more thrill in killing and sex. She needed something new.

[Guardian Devil]

Pure white locks fought against the heavy breeze that wailed through the small alley way. A body thudded against the cold rock ground as blood coated the walls and the chin of a man who had an apathetic expression across his handsome features. Pitch black obsidian gems gazed down at the now lifeless form of a woman. A Whore. Something he was use to when he walked the middle District. The disgusting life forms sought him the moment their greedy lust filled eyes landed on him.

A powerful arm lifted and the palm of his hand moved to wipe off the blood that covered his chin and neck. Their blood did little to settle an insatiable appitite he always tried to feed. Silently he left the alley once again displeased at not finding the blood that would sooth the ferocious need inside of him. He grew weary searching for the exact blood that would call the greater demon inside of him.

The wind settled and now longer wailed through the dark alley that the demon left. Other demons bustled around, uncaring that the scent of blood was on the air. It was natural in this part of the city for many murders amongst many other foul creatures roamed the Middle District and those who were too weak to protect themselves from those who preyed upon the weak never lasted a night.

Why was he here? Vladimir Gaizun, myster of the entire demon race, unsure of his own existence. It was odd really. He had lived many years, killed many things, survived through wars, yet even now he was still unsure. Truely he had lost count of how old he really but held onto the subtle age of four hundred and twenty four. Perhaps it held onto a particular time in his life, but if one would ask it would only be death that answered them.

His past was his own, his life was no ones to share. No one...was ever good enough to know what he truly was. He glanced up at the night sky. Caressed the beautiful pale moon with his intense obsidian gaze. The only friend of his life time.

A scent caught his attention and obsidian gems fluttered close as he tested the scent. It was unfamiliar, one he would be sure to look into. He knew practically every demon there was to know; aside from the young ones of course but in dew time he would learn of them as well. For...he would go to see just who this particular scent belonged too.