[color=C6DEFF][center][h1]Lila Moriarty[/h1][/center][/color]

She had been walking almost a day nonstop since she had her last meal. Her body longed for some blood, but she was prohibited of consuming other's blood without their consent, and obviously, no one in their right mind would allow that. Even after seeing the holy symbol she carried on her neck. Only a few would accept it, and their blood always tasted the same. Fear, disgust, apprehension, anger... Lila could taste all of that as the warm blood entered her mouth, a familiar taste to her. Her body longed for it, and even thinking about blood made her bite her lips, trying to control herself.
[color=C6DEFF][i]"Sunfire city is not that far away."[/i][/color] she thought to herself as she walked. A lone figure on the road, a small girl wearing a black dress and carrying a scythe bigger than she was. Her blood red hair and pale, silver skin, together with the symbol she carried were obvious giveaways about what she was to anyone who knew even a little bit about the Seraphim or the Aion and Taxi factions.
Nobody wanted to approach her, some going as far as going out of their way to avoid touching her.

The Sunfire city gates weren't strange to her. She had already been on that same city many times. For some, a safe haven where they could pray and admire the beautiful city. But for Lila, it was only another city, just like any other.
She could hear the guards cursing her under their breath as she approached the gates looking down.
"...damned monster..."
"...aberration..."
"...why do they keep it alive?..."
[color=C6DEFF]"Lila Moriarty..."[/color] she said out of habit as she crossed the gates. Not that it would do any difference. No one in their right mind would stop her, as she was under direct order of the higher ups.
"...A demon imitating an angel..." she heard one of the guards cursing as he spat on the ground when she passed.

Inside the city it wasn't different. She could hear their whispers, she could feel their mood by their respiration, their movements... Mixed feelings of nervousness, anger, disgust... In a certain way, she was grateful she wasn't able to see their expression, although she wondered if their faces were showing as much as she could feel with her senses. People were cruel, dishonest and merciless. They would do anything for their own benefit, even if they had to harm, steal or kill others, that was something that Lila knew very well. She was the living proof on how cruel people could be in order to achieve their objectives.
When Lila was younger, the cold and cruel gazes others gave her together with the whispers about her almost made her mad. But as she grew up, she finally understood what she was. She was a tool, she was alive only because she was useful to the Seraphim.

"We don't need Broken tools, Lila. Remember that."
The words of the ones who trained her echoed on her mind as a bitter, cruel reminder about what she was.

[color=C6DEFF]"A tool..."[/color] she mumbled, looking down with an empty expression.
[color=C6DEFF]"Need blood..."[/color] she mumbled again. Every cell in her body screamed for blood as she bit her lip. A thin drop of blood appeared where her fang touched it. A few meters ahead, she felt a building with a noticeable amount of people inside. Its form and size were familiar, especially the smell coming from it, it was a bar. If she was lucky she would find someone loyal to the Seraphim... and some blood.

Inside the bar, people were able to see a girl, apparently very young wearing a black and red dress with a small, but easily noticeable rosary on her neck with the holy symbol of the Seraphim. Her blood red hair matched her eyes, which had a deep, blood red coloration on its pupils and its sclera with a completely black coloration. On the corners of her mouth it was possible to see part of her fangs if you looked very carefully. The scene was already strange, but the big scythe that the girl was carrying only made it even more strange.

Walking inside the bar, she quickly studied the people she could feel nearby. Some seraphim and sol, which was very common seeing as they were on the Sunfire city, but she also could feel some scales. She couldn't say exactly what these people with scales were, and she honestly didn't cared about them either.
Walking in the direction of the bar she said in a low and delicate voice, but it was enough to everyone inside to hear. Especially after the silence that followed after that strange girl got inside the bar. Some of the patrons who lived in the city started whispering and making comments about the girl as she walked.
[color=C6DEFF]"Lila Moriarty. Need blood, and Mirror."[/color]
The girl's voice was beautiful and sweet, almost angelical, but if you listened to it carefully you could feel a deep melancholy in her voice.
Her words were short, cold and distant. She spoke only the necessary, almost like if she hadn't spoken with other people for a long time.
She stood there, near the counter, her eyes fixed to the ground, wielding her scythe with one hand and the rosary that was on her neck with the other hand.