AT SUNSET

th every ambition came at a cost. A perfect place for soul bargain. A den of lost ones casinos

. She tore out his inside, feasting on it as she stared into the sunset. Soon she heard lit

ilith's eyes burned red, as she was on the verge of tearing him apart. He quickly added, "I'm just a passerby lady.. I've also got a bus to catch" he said and walked

he wondered how he could be less frightened b

ancient wicca history in his bloodline. Making him affiliated with the

ir looks as deceiving as a charmeleon's skin. So many of them walking dead, living humans without a soul; the high price of quick money and fame. Lilith w

n the garden, the man came out and questioned her presence, demanding what she was doing in his home. Lilith smirked." I own this house now..." she proclaim

the flames reflecting in her eyes. Content with the situation, she sighed and w

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ark leathered jeans , her hair resting on one side of her shoulder. She walked straight to the manager's office, barging the door open. "Hello, wher

iscussion. Catching a rare glimpse of Lilith, he froze. Lilith chuckled, " easy now.. I've come to see you in private." Malcom ushered her into his o

ilith laughed. "Don't play dumb with me...I just need a job at your club". She could sense t

e front door. " Now that's more like it". As soon as Lilith had left, he coll

e success in his business. Seeking a faster route, his desper

the wall. Walking into the bedroom, she glared at the scented candles, causing them to light up beautiful colored flames. She dimmed

omantic atmosphere. She took a warm bath, stepping gently on the til

the deeds to collect as responsibility of being a queen. Her presence would ma

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ture. She clothed herself in a black flowing gown, a black necklace that depicted the head of a bull hung across her shimmering neck line. Wearing a matching silk

he could recognize every soul that had dealt with her father by the mark on their forehead visible only to her eyes. She wa

at the top of the front building, welcoming people to the church. The auditorium was spacious, giving room for many audiences

at the last roll behind to get a better

to become a renowned man through extending his help, consumed him. Travelling miles to deserted towns to spread his Gospel until he

n station, awaiting his next train to a small town. Reading a newspaper clamped into h

rom focus. "The world needs a change, don't you agree?" The man in a hat questio

ut how sad the world had become, the need for an uprising to help the

h the atmosphere. He smiled, responding to Alfred, "Look into the box..." he continued. "There are a few priceless pieces of ancient history here. You just have to pick one and something will s

. it won't be free, as it comes at a tiny cost." He smirked. Alfred questioned, seeming to pay a bit more interest "at what cost?". The trinket man gr

ive a sign when the sun sets". Alfred looked at him as a man with the tongue of gibberish. He laughed, sensing th

ed a golden image of a carved statue. The trinket man smiled. "Pleas

seated with a wrinkled smile on his face. As the train began to move, the voice of the trinket m

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