"All right boys and girls, mommy is going out for some alone time, be good and make sure everything ready or else you don't want to know the punishments I have in mind," Scorn said to her gang as she left her lair, being swallowed by the shadows that were the exit of her lair. Traveling through them as her portals, she reached the entrance of her lair with ease. However before she had left she had changed, after all she couldn't go walking around in her attire she normally wore. The face paint was gone along with everything else. Now stood what seemed to be an entirely different woman. Her hair hung past her shoulders, and she wore a rather snug black t-shirt with tight fitting jeans. She wore a pair of white shoes. The only thing that could possibly give her away were here oddly color eyes which she covered with sunglasses.

"Now to do some scoping around to make sure I can do what I want or have to make revisions," she thought to herself as she walked away from her lair heading to the city and soon blending in with the crowds of people bustling about their day, loving the fact how they were so oblivious to the fact of who was walking with them. Oh how they would scream if they knew they walked by the infamous Scorn, it made her gitty with excitement at the thought but she remained calmed instead and appear like any one of them. As she moved about though she looked around at the signs and imagery. News of Asyr's demise seemed to catch like wildfire and now there were places that were selling tickets to even watch her fall.

"Poor Asyr, all the work you have done for these filthy fools and look where it has gotten you. They all ready have abandoned your side and hunger only to satisfy their own greed. If only you saw the truth," she said to herself as she stood looking at one of the places selling tickets. By chance a child ran into her. If it had been any one over the age of fifteen she would of given them a death glare to scare them off but as she looked down her appearance softened. Despite her cruel and twisted nature their was one thing that Scorn had a soft spot for and that was children. Why could be anyone's guess. Perhaps it was because they were innocent, kept away from the truth until they came of age and then fell into the roles that Scorn hated so much of life and of all people. Or perhaps it was because of the events of her own childhood that made her have a soft spot, knowing that despite some cruelties that are suffered at a young age they were still innocent.

"Oh are you all right," she asked in a tone that very few had ever heard. Before getting an answer though the child's mother came and got him. The mother was going to give an apology but Scorn had shifted her moods again returning to her usual self and gave a glare that scared the woman off.

"That's right run as fast as you can but remember I can catch you and I will when the time comes," Scorn snickered to herself and continued her way down the streets.