Aug 3, 2017
@soiledmind | QUELQUE PART, NULLE PART
CROWDED AND ALIVE, no matter where his steps carried him there was no escape from the noise and suffocating presence of the many humans crawling about like ants. The city was a labyrinth of steel and concrete, in its purpose a caricature of his castle.
Begrudging the bitter reality of requiring help, he approached the least human appearing person in his sight, a woman whose complexion called forth memories of demons he lorded over.
“...YOU BLEND WELL INTO THE NIGHT. TELL ME, DO YOU KNOW OF A PLACE IN THIS CITY AWAY FROM PRYING EYES?”
