You win some, you lose some...

LOCATION outskirts of Aston, a more abandoned neighborhood
DATE late June
TIME golden hour
ATTIRE Link
TOPIC FOR @Irra
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He hadn't even told he was landed. Quentin had his own plan, and he wasn't going let his sisters be aware of them yet. He had spoken to Jolene last month, and she had pointed out to him that she was afraid this country was making Elenora soft - see that was an issue. He couldn't have hunters being molded soft here, not when they were facing the region with most supernatural creatures. Just imagining what would happen if they spread too much out in the world, more than they already had. Quentin had found this demon, child of the demon Asmodeus - see if he could lure that demon out, that was an even bigger trophy - perhaps he could hang his head next to the raptor head his father had collected when they had slaughtered the clan of dinosaur shapeshifters. Quentin still remembered how his father had cut off one of their heads, making it stay in the monstrous shape so he could hang it in his office. Now his father was dead. Which meant someone else had to step up and Quentin had gladly done so clan wise - now he just needed to take over the company - but for some reason there was an issue with a bit of paper work he had to make Julianne look over -also a reason to be in town. Now, back to the demon chase.

He had logged into the file, found every given information he could about her. From who had seen her, words spoken about her - making him feel like he somewhat already knew her. So, coming her to the outskirts of Gaia close enough to Southside he had seen her. "Hey, I'm sorry miss -" the American accent was thick and not easy to miss, he was from around here. Quentin had a map in his left hand, and sighed a bit. "Can you help me? I'm trying to find my way to the city center, but I'm afraid that I'm quite lost." He gave her an almost innocent smile.

It had been a long day at work by the undertaker, and now, after having done her part of the job and closed the ‘shop’ for today, she stood by the closed door and smoked a cigarette. She had nowhere to be right now, and therefore just took her time to stand in the silence of the streets in southside. She stood just in a simple loose t-shit with Satan’s symbol on it with the end of the tied on her back, so it enhanced her figure. Underneath she was wearing fishnet leggings, which enhanced her waist and, and some very short shorts with multiple chains hanging from it.
A man approached her and asked for her attention. Lazily she looked towards him; clearly not interested yet. He looked like quite the average human boy, except for the well-trained body. What did he want? She wasn’t really the type of person that kind of person would seek attention from. She had long, bleached and tinted liliac dreadlocks, multiple facial piercings and her outfit was as usual very provoking. She didn’t speak to him at first, her gaze should be enough to make him to say whatever he wanted to say.

He wished to find the city center. She took her cigarette between her lips and pointed in the direction of the center. She didn’t give much damn to be more specific. There was no way she was going to show him the route on a map, like she knew some people did. She didn’t get it.

He was completely disgusted by her entire being, but the mask he wore smiled at her - like any other person just being thankful for some sort of direction. Quentin folded the map and tugged it away in his back pocket, taking a step ahead as he nodded as a thank you. However, he stopped quite quickly again, narrowing his eyes a bit. Removing her ability to taste first, perhaps it would make her put out that stupid cigarette. Quentin turned around slowly watching her, still with that take smile plastered upon his face. "Don't worry, I will make it quick," he chuckled a bit looking at her. Demons always tend to feel anything but fright towards humans, these unholy deviant creatures made him feel sick just by looking at them. Quentin removed her sight and her ability to hear, leaving her with only the ability to feel. So he moved a bit closer still not close enough to be in reach. Bastards. Abominations. They deserved to die. All of them. Then he turned the last thing on, leaving her in her own darkness. Quentin had once before asked one of his victims what his powers felt like, and the answer had been death. To not know if you were dead or alive in that moment, being numb for anything and everything, stuck in your own head with your own thoughts. Not even being able to feel the cold blade against your skin, not able to see the actual death happen. Quentin took his dagger from his belt, crafted with holy symbols. He let it balance in his right hand while looking at it before looking at the demon.

Quentin walked closer towards her, there was no sense of remorse or mercy in him to grant her a second chance. He didn't give creatures like her a second chance, they had already done enough damage as it was. Enough was enough, someone had to cleanse the world from this evil. He walked up behind her, and grabbed the back of her head by the hair, pulling the head back closer towards himself, stretching the throat before letting the dagger dance over the pale skin, not making a cut yet. She couldn't even feel it, she had no idea. It was first as he slid her throat that he returned sense of feeling and sight again. Making her able to feel the pain, see him as he stepped to the side looking at her in her final moments.

The man tugged the map away and started to pass her. She didn’t give much of a damn. When he stopped, she glanced in his direction and felt how the taste disappeared, making her frown a little and look at her cigarette. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see how the man turned around to watch her, and immediately figured it was his work, also when he said he would make it quick. She was quick to induce his worst nightmare, clearly knowing that he was up to something, and hoping it would paralyze him.

But it didn’t. Instead, everything around her turned black and silent. “Prick,” she hissed, trying to keep her balance as well as possible with the only sense she had left for keeping her balance. But just as she had said that he got rid of all of her senses. She felt nothing, not even when he pulled her hair backwards and let the holy blade slide across her throat the first time – just to tease the senseless demon.
Then, he cut her throat open, returning her senses. She felt how blood filled her throat, her blood spill out, down onto her chest and started ruining her shirt. She fell onto her knees and hopelessly grabbed onto her throat, trying to stop the flow of blood; but it was already too late. Darn it that she had no control of how to get out of this damned body. She should’ve possessed him if she had had the control. He felt dizzy, pain and lightheaded and it didn’t take long before she collapsed onto the ground. Empty for blood.

//Outer med Irra, da karakteren er blevet ændret <3