Snippet #2064056

Arelyn was wandering around Necropolis as usual, fascinating herself with the amount of character and detail demons had put into it. Her wings were tucked behind her back and her tail rocking back and forth in tune with her strides. Today she was on the border of the city, walking next to the river of lava and singing a strange song.

"Cut his throat, stab his heart, chop his legs, tear him apart. Oh, my! I can't wait to start...."

As she continued to sing her song she stopped abruptly when she sensed something strange. It was a familiar feeling, but definitely not a pleasant one. Although it was weak she could recognize it. It was the type of presence that made her ill and weak. The one she felt around churches and holy places. But why would she feel it here? In the city of demons? She scanned the area, trying to pinpoint the location of the disgusting aura, but she had lost it.

She growled, "Was it my imagination...?"

Shaking her head she unraveled her wings and flew inside the city. If she wasn't imagining it then maybe someone else had felt it too. She sincerely hoped it was just her imagination.