Sera picked up the wad of cash from the counter and shoved it into her pocket before anything else occurred. It had certainly been an eventful night within [i]The Inferno[/i], there had not been this much spilt within its walls since the Nacho Cheese debacle of 2001. 

	Though she was not surprised by what happened. Wrath tended to bring about more blood shed than the rest of the Sins combined and this was only night one for Elisheva. It would be tonight plus two other moons before the Fall was complete and each night would draw more anger than the previous. 

	The tap of nails against the bartop clicked over and over again as her fingers drummed in thought, wondering just where the Wrathful one would end up next. More over she pondered if Elisheva would receive a visit from another Fallen on this evening. 

	Pursing her lips she began to clean up with the others, trying to remove at least some of the mess before closing for the evening. The blood would need to be dried by the next evening before opening. She knew the patrons would return, they always did for the authorities never dared travel to this section of Santa Muerte.

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	The winds whipped over the tops of the buildings and on the precarious perch along the edge of one a shadow formed. Looking down at the street below and observing Elisheva kick debris out of her way between shadows and street lights. 

	Amber eyes flashed with a black void and auraed the Fallen one. A charismatic grin came to lips as he looked up at the blood moon. Righting himself from his crouched position he looked back down at the Fallen one as a voice seemed to hiss from behind him.

	"I told you, I told you." The hiss was excitable and nearly giddy as it spoke.

	"So you did. I think it is about time I introduced myself," the man said in a sly and soothing voice seemingly touched by gods grace.