The sun started to set on the town of Solomon as as He stood up from his seat. Grabbing his bag he flung it over his shoulder and started to walk down the steps. The Saloon had picked up again since the days festivities, people drinking, gambling, and entertaining the ladies of the night. Looking around he saw the bartender who looked at him before returning to work. In fact a lot of people looked at him, talking in hushed tons. Some saying it's about time some one did something, others saying he was a dead man walking. Though to him none of it mattered, he didn't care about the ramblings of people, he had a job to do. With that notion he left the saloon and headed for the undertaker.

  Of course the undertaker was still awake, looking at him as he walked in. He was a frail looking man. Smiling he was missing a few teeth "I was wondering when you would come in" he said as He simply looked at him "I've heard of you" he said [b][color=9e0b0f]"Then you know to stay out"[/color][/b] he said as there was a sly smile to that man and he nodded "of course" he said as he walking in the back of the room. He was left alone as he walked into the back for the room. Laid out on tables was five men as he smiled. Time to get to work.

  hours later he was done, one of the corpses was stripped down, sigils carved into flesh as as he went up to the mans forhead, stopping he looked at him [color=9e0b0f][b]"Which Hell did you go to"[/b][/color] he smiled as he carved in the symbol into it, the Christian hell, one of the newest and most popular of the hells. Smiling it was now a waiting game for the boy to show up.