Post by Clover Sulch on Mar 23, 2016 10:08:55 GMT -5
In Devils Lake, North Dakota, there have been reports of increases in cattle deaths and bizarre thunderstorms. Since these occurrences, three teens have disappeared over a span of a week. Just recently their bodies have shown up in an alley way, cuts and slashes all over them. There was a strong smell of sulphur in the location that they were dumped at. Local authorities seem to be extremely uncomfortable with the situation and are hesitant to work the case.
A dark haired woman sat at the counter of a local pub, her black nail polished fingers tapping alongside a now empty glass. Her normally smug expression had soured into a soft scowl. Working cases that involved demons were always difficult for her, not because she cared for her fellow black-eyes, but because she risked getting mistaken for the demon responsible for the murders. To others, demons and hunters alike, it could seem odd for a demon to hunt other supernatural races or even her own kind. To Clover it was even better than torturing humans. Humans were too predictable and extremely boring, so she got her highs off of other beings.
"Will you be having another?" The bartender made the motion to pour Clover another drink. The demon shook her head, raising her hand to stop her. At this point she would just be wasting her money, alcohol served no purpose for her as she couldn't really become intoxicated. She only drank it to fit in with the other customers.
"You hear about those teens from the other day?" Clover looked up at the bartender, this one was pretty too, but they usually were to bring in more crowds. Her question came across causally, like she was starting some small talk. This was one of her many information gathering techniques, she normally asked civilians as they were more chatty, law enforcement would just ignore her inquiries. Sometimes the civilians would even have additional information.
"Yeah... Those poor kids, I bet their families are having a hard time." The bartender poured her another drink. Raising her hand to stop Clover's protest, she smiled. "This one is on the house." Clover's smirk returned, this one was a flirt, even better. The bartender paused for a moment, hesitating to speak. "A day before the first kid went missing, the boss left early, haven't seen him since. I've reported it to the police, but they said he's not a priority... I just find it odd, maybe he is-" "Responsible for the kids deaths?" Clover interjected. "Dead. Killed like the others..." The bartender was frowning at Clover now and walked off without another word.
The demon smiled to herself, perhaps this man is the demons new suit?
A dark haired woman sat at the counter of a local pub, her black nail polished fingers tapping alongside a now empty glass. Her normally smug expression had soured into a soft scowl. Working cases that involved demons were always difficult for her, not because she cared for her fellow black-eyes, but because she risked getting mistaken for the demon responsible for the murders. To others, demons and hunters alike, it could seem odd for a demon to hunt other supernatural races or even her own kind. To Clover it was even better than torturing humans. Humans were too predictable and extremely boring, so she got her highs off of other beings.
"Will you be having another?" The bartender made the motion to pour Clover another drink. The demon shook her head, raising her hand to stop her. At this point she would just be wasting her money, alcohol served no purpose for her as she couldn't really become intoxicated. She only drank it to fit in with the other customers.
"You hear about those teens from the other day?" Clover looked up at the bartender, this one was pretty too, but they usually were to bring in more crowds. Her question came across causally, like she was starting some small talk. This was one of her many information gathering techniques, she normally asked civilians as they were more chatty, law enforcement would just ignore her inquiries. Sometimes the civilians would even have additional information.
"Yeah... Those poor kids, I bet their families are having a hard time." The bartender poured her another drink. Raising her hand to stop Clover's protest, she smiled. "This one is on the house." Clover's smirk returned, this one was a flirt, even better. The bartender paused for a moment, hesitating to speak. "A day before the first kid went missing, the boss left early, haven't seen him since. I've reported it to the police, but they said he's not a priority... I just find it odd, maybe he is-" "Responsible for the kids deaths?" Clover interjected. "Dead. Killed like the others..." The bartender was frowning at Clover now and walked off without another word.
The demon smiled to herself, perhaps this man is the demons new suit?
