Soul Collector

*casually dusts blog off*

     “A fiend.” She harshly replies. “They Appear human until the Fiend blood in them takes over and changes their shape into the infected one’s mental demons. Giving birth to monsters in plain sight. Human Fiends are their classification. Once their mind tears, few return to normal. Thus put to an end in an instant. Preferably before they turn. They always come here to blame the royal family for their plight.” Not that she could speak. She was like them.

     “Let’s go. There are Other Fiends in the Area. It’s a busy night and I’m sure south wing will cry for my help any minute now.” She continued walking due east.

     “So where are you from that you don’t know of fiends?” she asked curiously. It was starting to become an interesting common occurrence that she meets wayward travelers who seemed.. lost and clueless. 

                        So certainly not an Afreet Egg, but perhaps a tainted soul of some form. Monsters that did not follow or adhere to the normal rules he was so well aware of. Distantly, he can recall the immortal werewolf, but even he had become so due to the theft of the Grand Witch’s eye. 

                              Following shortly after her, Maria thrums softly in his grip, content, though guarded. Once he made up his mind, there was no bickering with him about the right choice. Unless he compromised his health, but, there were no such signs yet.

                           “Death City, Nevada.” Were fiends really so common a thing in this area? If it was in the blood, would it not be better to quarantine them and prevent the blood from being born again?   Or at the very least, contain them. But there was likely more to it than that.

           " I’m having trouble deciding which of these photos look better. Mind telling me your opinion on them?“ He nodded as he waves over his father to his computer pulling up both photos side by side.                 It was the same image, his mother in their little garden of flowers in the backyard, with different filters. One seems to be futuristic, and one seems to be as if it were taken at an older time.

                     “Both are very well done Adrian.... though as far as filters go, I feel more partial to the one with the vintage effect.” That was what it was called right? He had never done anything with cameras, so the older Meister wasn’t entirely sure.

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                         Meister has soft melody at his lips, barely leaving his throat, lost in his own thoughts. He's not entirely paying attention, though quickly glances over to whim he has bumped into, barely there song shattering, dying awkwardly at his mouth.