She walked along the dusty road, the moonlight
shining upon her like glimmering raindrops and the fog wet upon her porcelin cheeks.
she had crossed this road
many times before and will cross it yet again, hunting, stalking, ravaging.
"the life taker" the villagers whispered
"I am a life taker" she thought, she she remembered the many men which
helped her along that road, the many men that wiill never see the
Light of another day again. Sucking every
essence dry from within their skin, she preyed
on the lust of the young men whom offered her their
Hand. Her mind plagued only by the sweat and
Blood of her victims.
Many years earlier the same young lady walked
slowly along the path, she was to be attending
that nights Masquerade ball to meet a
Young suitor to whom she was betrothed.
But ,This belle would never make it to her ball.
Her father, a wealthy land owner
in the country of Gret'th, Aluth was playing
match maker with