@asinhellspawn started following birgitteoftheengel
Although Birgitte preferred to take refuge in the rooftops, she sometimes had to venture out on the alleyways of the inhospitable city. It was simply because the engel could not, would not steal. And when there was no bounty of the nature to harvest, she was forced to go through what others discarded for food. Trash. That was what a once proud angel of God was reduced to.
Wary of being seen, Birgitte changed the location every night, never visiting the same alley twice. Hoping to the shadows of the night hide her inhuman appearance long enough for her to find something edible, the engel landed silently near the trash cans. She was just about to go through them for scraps, when a sudden ill feeling came upon her. Something evil, something that only the below-world could produce, was near by. Slowly the engel turned, her eyes searching the shadow, her hands balling into tight fists.
“Ostende te, monstrum,” she called for the being to reveal itself.
