Ariel's decent was a nostalgic one. It had been many years since she'd last been on the lovely blue planet and walked among the people. She yearned to take in the beauty of the cherry blossoms and the flowers. Her lord had given her a relatively simple assignment. A demon from hell had risen to Earth and had lately been killing one person after another. It was up to her to cast down this demon or seal it away to protect the innocent.

She arrived in a tourist section of England near the ancient castles and old ruins. The target in question is said to have taken up residence in one of them. Ariel planned to pose as a tourist and investigate. She wore a white dress that accentuated her long black hair. The wind played delight across her delicate skin like the caress of a lover. The world was alive with energy and exuberance.

Ariel made her way through the crowded streets and the throng of tourists to Darkholm Castle. A suiting place for the hell spawn to dwell. She reached up a hand and ran a hand through her hair and decided on her act as tourist. Now she just had to find the man. As she approached the castle she saw a sign near the door that said "Open for Tours between 9 A.M. and 6 P.M." She smiled and made her way into the towering structure.

Ariel turned at the sound of a man's voice. "Can I help you?" he asked politely. She turned to him with an angelic smile and said, "Actually I wanted to see about a tour. These things fascinate me. Are you a tour guide?" she asked. She turned and looked around at the ancient walls and towering stone of the castle. It really was fascinating to her even if it wasn't the real reason she was here. "This place is just extraordinary." she exclaimed.