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The clerk at the counter to the weaponry just capped and stared wide eyed in unconcealed fright. The uncertainty of what sort of race the man before him was, was adding to his anxiety and fright. The dark presence that seemed to swallow the whole building, causing the young clerk to shiver...demon at the forefront of his mind...but there was no certainty.
There was magic that could cause the same sort of reaction that had no relation to a demon.
The cloaked figure was growing bored and irritated. An unseen scowl forming on his brow that was hidden in complete shadow of his hood. He had asked this pathetic man a question...and all he got was a frightened gaping.
Growling slightly, he lurched out with a hand and his talon-ed hand wrapped effortlessly around the human's neck. Lifting him slightly upward from his place behind the counter, his legs kicked and his hands flailed.
"I asked you a question boy," he droned frigidly; all previous politeness gone from his voice; though still retaining it's silken droll. "Where might I have this Ian character? I have some business to take care of with this man and it's rather urgent."
The clerk gasped as he pulled at the unmoving talon-ed fingers. "I-I...d-don't know...h-he sticks to himself," he said in a raspy tone.
The unknown figure beneath the cloak slackened his grip only slightly, letting the human breath a little. "If you don't know where...perhaps you have an idea where he might be."
It took the young man a moment to think. "The Northeast part of the city...its where all the shady people go...y-you might find him there..." he said still shaken. "Please...let me go Sir..."
"Very well....you have been moderately useful," he droned out like it was such a burden to release the poor man. And without any warning the cloaked figure dropped the man, his body hitting the paneled floor hard.
When the clerk was once more on his feet, shaken but alive, his green eyed gaze searched the weaponry for the unknown man. But no was there...he had vanished, and with him the sense of heavy darkness.
However, the cloaked man was striding through the streets, people parting quiet quickly to get out of his way. His stature of 6'3 rather hard to miss and intimidating, mixed with the foreboding presence he cared they were not hesitating to get out of his way. And they were all smart to do so as well.
"Ian...where are you Ian..." he droned in his unsettling silken voice. "We have business to take care of."
And continuing on his way, the figure's hidden eyes were on the distant district of Sanctum. It was where she was as well...
Then it hit him. A not to far off, blast of demonic Hell magic in the direction of the center of Sanctum. It was unmistakable...a Hell Gate. At the realization, a smirk cross his face. He knew where to look now, and his feet were leading him to Center of Sanctum now.
