[b]-Six weeks ago, Location Unknown-[/b]

Cyder lay on the floor of someones living room, staring up blankly at the ceiling without blinking. He was sprawled out for the most part, merely one arm resting behind his head. His cloak was elongated, easily a good foot longer than himself and big enough to wrap around his body. Though at the moment, it was just rumpled around him while he gazed upwards with his red eyes. The cloths he was sporting seemed rather out of place, he didn't have on any shoes and the pair of jeans he wore seemed old and several sizes too big. He didn't seem to have a shirt on, his cloak as covering a good part of his chest, though his navel was exposed. Not that it really mattered anyhow. There were no longer any living residents within this home. He could run around naked and no one could stop him! Not that he would do that.

Running around naked was not his thing, especially after having just collected some souls. With his outstretched hand, he lightly tapped his naturally black nails against the wooden floor, making a clicking sound to fill the silence. He did not mind the silence, but it did bother him on some level at this now empty house. Just the day before he had watched from the windows, from the walls. The family was small, only four of them. Two parents and two young children, none above the age of thirty and none younger than seven. They were prime targets, though Cyder would admit, he was very lucky to have found them yesterday, he might have missed this prime chance. 

Normally Cyder would have left them alone, but he knew they were going to die soon. He was not fully sure why or how, maybe it was a smell, a second sense, or possibly some form of divine intervention, but he knew. He shouldn't have watched them though, because now he felt slightly guilty. He got to watch the family interact, play together, eat together, watch a movie together, he got to watch them live their last hours. He had seen a similar scene hundreds of times before, he had the same reaction each time, the same thoughts filling his head. 

A groan escapes him as he suddenly pushes himself up, getting to his feet silently. It was pointless to let himself be dragged along by useless thoughts, he needed to finish his job and leave. He turns and swiftly stalks towards the kitchen, his bare feet not even making a noise on the wooden floor as his cloak trailed behind him. He didn't bother phasing through the wall, it was not like he would leave any fingerprints or anything of the such behind anyway. He strides up to the stove, his gaze still rather blank as he looks around the sizable kitchen for a pot or something of the such. Sadly, there were none that were merely sitting out in the open, but there were several wooden spoons and other objects around. It only made his job easier. Without flinching, he turns one of the knobs on the stove, the flame pops up quickly on the front burner as he spins back around with the wooden spoons. 

He carefully extends them over the open flame, tapping his foot lightly as he waits for several moments for them to catch aflame. After a few moments the long wooden spoons caught fire, he nodded lightly to himself as he quickly used his free hand to turn all the other burners on before casually scooting many other flammable things onto the stove top. As soon as he was satisfied with that, he took the still burning spoons and walked around to the rest of the bottom floor of the cozy home. Toss one spoon on the couch, another by the door, two by the stairs, and finally, with the last one, he drops at his feet. The spoons were already burning up into nothing, the fire starting to spread quickly to the wooden floor and stairs, the soft plush fabric of the couch... it would only be a matter of time before the stove caught up. And by that time, Cyder would be long gone, just like this house. Just like everything else.

[b]-Two weeks ago, Location Unknown-[/b]

"Excuse me, sir? Are you alright...? Sir?" A soft, feminine voice asked from somewhere. Cyder couldn't see it though. His hood was drawn down to cover over his face, its length traveled down well past his feet. He was fully covered so no one could see his skin or face, though at this point he could care less about being seen. He was hunched over, leaning heavily against a mud-baked wall, soft whimpers and grunts of pain escaping him. He had not said anything yet, especially as the woman grew closer. He merely allowed his pained noises to get a bit louder as he stumbled some, falling down to a knee with a cry.

"Sir!" She nearly yells, rushing over to his side. She grabs onto his cloaked arm and freezes, suddenly realizing a terrible mistake had been made. The person she had just grabbed was freezing despite the heat that was baring down upon them from the mid-day sun. She probably should have noticed sooner, maybe from the fact that they were cloaked so heavily, or the mere fact that he had been in such a strange place... But it was already too late. She could no longer move, her eyes wide with terror as a rough laugh escaped the cloaked figure. It took only a few moments for her terror to turn into complete and utter defeat as a white hand reaches out from the black cloak to touch her bare arm.

It was cold, his touch was. And he knew it. He could feel the heat from her body slowly start to dissipate as the life began to drain from her slowly, nothing was sweeter. Cyder quickly stood up, keeping a firm grip on her arm, the red color was starting to fade from her cheeks. While he could have just ripped the soul and life from her body nearly instantly, he preferred to do it slowly so he could watch the life drain from them. Once he got a hold of a target of death, he was in control. There was no running, no screaming, even if they wanted too. While he never thought about it, it was likely because he found the freshly tormented souls sweeter. Then again... that could all just be in his head and he liked seeing people suffer without being able to lift a finger to do anything about it but scream internally. The look in their eyes was just the best!

"[i]Pity.[/i]" Was all he managed out, warmth slowly starting to return to his own body as his target grew cold.

[b]-One day ago-[/b]

"What do you mean I can't hang out here anymore? I only did that -once-! I told you I wouldn't do it again..." Cyder explains, standing in front of a tall, rather bulky man. A man who happen to have a butchers cleaver in one hand with a pigs leg in the other.

"I do not care if you won't do it again, you are costing me good business! People do not find it funny seeing a pigs head talk. You are lucky I covered for you." The taller bulky man places his hands on his hips, frowning sternly down towards the shorter fellow. He didn't seem to care that the smaller male was as pale as a sheet and had red eyes, nor did he really care that he was barefoot in the back of his butchers shop. 

"Now take this and go check it out, Cy-dar. Maybe you can find something to amuse yourself there, hrm?" With that, the butcher reaches into a pocket, pulling out what appears to be a small slip of paper and handing it to Cyder. Cyder had a weird look on his face, like he wanted to frown, but at the same time smile. He reaches a hand up, snatching the paper from the mans hand with a low hiss.

"I'll be back to get your soul later, mark my words!" Cyder turns to leave, then stops for a moment, sucking in a sharp breath as he clutches the paper in his hand. "And its Cy'der'! Not Cy'dar'!" And with that, his form starts to slowly vanish as he moves closer to the door. By the time he reaches the door though, there was nothing left of Cyder to see. The butcher lets out a hefty sigh, just shaking his head as he sets his butchers knife back down on the counter, grumbling something about age not meaning a single thing about maturity. The paper that had been handed to Cyder though was suddenly on the counter, a soft snort sounding from nowhere. He knew of this place already, he had been there before. A bar. 

Maybe, just maybe... something interesting would happen this time.