#hellonearthstarter

"Such a sad night when the clubs are lacking in a head count..." Lust muttered to himself with arms crossed. He'd been doing his rounds around the city in relative silence, not feeling a desire for attention to be drawn his way just yet. He preferred the idea of stirring up his own various forms of trouble and minor mayhem before considering making a big scene. Although, the borderline absence of people within his immediate vicinity was rather disappointing, which was likely to blame on the heavy snowfall. Apparently, there was a way to keep people off the streets of New York City after all... Or at least, keep a fairly large proportion of the people off the city streets.

He had tracked the low-level demons through the city, always just that far behind. Not that it would have done him any good to catch them; he had never claimed to be a fighter. But it still rankled, arriving just in time to see them drag the innocent man through the glass doors and knowing that he cannot follow.

------------- "Okay. I decided to lay low because my work is done, for the most part. But now--- I literally can't.