Like Lazarus from the pit...
In the city of Chicago, there is a very happy demon. And whlie that isn't exactly abnormal, it should bring some worry to the residents of the city.
Ladies and gentlemen of Chicago, may the narration present Noah Smith, blood on his hands and an amused smirk on his face. He hasn't been in the city very long, but he's already managed to make his first kill.
Some human, nothing of particular importance, but he hadn't killed in a long, long while, and damn it felt good. So good. The blood in his veins is singing, and he remembers how much he misses the days when he could kill without terms, without a binding contract.
He supposes a man has to eat. And eat he will, no matter who gets in his way.
Feel free to come chat, though have some caution. Mr. Smith is not one to be trifled with.
Ladies and gentlemen of Chicago, may the narration present Noah Smith, blood on his hands and an amused smirk on his face. He hasn't been in the city very long, but he's already managed to make his first kill.
Some human, nothing of particular importance, but he hadn't killed in a long, long while, and damn it felt good. So good. The blood in his veins is singing, and he remembers how much he misses the days when he could kill without terms, without a binding contract.
He supposes a man has to eat. And eat he will, no matter who gets in his way.
Feel free to come chat, though have some caution. Mr. Smith is not one to be trifled with.