Hundred of little golden bells rang in the silent night, as the moon shone on the sky with tremendous power. Down there, a group of people were surrounding a silhouette, which put emotions and skills into one breath taking dance. Again, the sound of small bells echoed through city of Lómëdor. Her eyes were hidden under the hood of her cape where many little bells were linked one to another. Her robes covered her legs, so she looked like she's floating. Standing firmly on the ground, the dancer pulled her head backwards, almost touching the dirty stone of Lómëdor, but her hood remained on her head, not able to reveal her eyes. While she stood in that position, the dancer let go of the long sleeves she held in her hands, dark blue sleeves began waving on the wind. The dancer raised her upper body and now stood straight, waving her head and sleeves slowly, in the rhythm of the night. Her feet separated from the cold stone and she rotated in air, blue sleeves swirled in the air around the dancer and the bells rang loudly and echoed, so it seemed they're coming out of different directions. The dancer looked wonderful, rotating in the air, while long sleeves swirled around her, the crowd was astonished. Constantly, they exhaled signs of enthusiasm and astonishment. But the dancer remained cool as in the beginning, no smile on her pale face. But still, she danced with passion, her every move was elegant.

Four torches surrounded the dancer, their light illuminating the small circle and in the center the girl showed the art of dancing. If people were more concentrated on the shadow of the girl, they could see that it was still. It was not following it's master, not moving the way the dancer did. They could also hear small whispers. "She's the child of light, she's the sinner all the time, she's like tainted sun, she's the dancer in the dark..." The voice sung. But still, people couldn't hear it, they were too excited, motivated by dancers performance, children started dancing and older people started moving in the same rhythm. The dancer started to move more faster, her clothes waving on the wind. She waved and moved back and forth, left and right, with her hands extended, sleeves began to move the same way. A violin played in background, right behind Lilith an old man sat. He played the violin with passion and he often spoke to her, as if it was his wife. He played it spotless like a true master. The dancer now had to put her final act. She run towards the crowd, than jumped and swirled so her sleeves put out the fire in all four torches. This was a hard move, which she practiced for many days. The bells rang as she rotated in the air. When she landed, she stomped with her foot and almost immediatly, the crowd started throwing coins and clapping.

The dancer swiftly pulled her sleeves and ran off the "stage". The bells rang with every step she made, and her soft footsteps could be heard in the dark. A singer walked on the "stage" and started singing some ballad, while playing a guitar. As she walked near the man who played the violin, she heard him say "Great performance, Lilith." Lilith was fixing her sleeves, pulling them up and leaving her pale hands clearly visible. The dancer turned around in haste, but somehow, her hood was still at the same place. A small, almost invisible, smile appeared on her face, as she spoke in a soft, calm tone. Thank you, Arch. You played wonderful, as always." The old man smiled and waved to Lilith as he continued his path to the nearest inn. The dancer set out in in some random direction, trying to get away from the crowded square.

"You're hungry, my little dancer...It is time for us to feed..." A malicious whisper could be heard, as she walked through Lómëdor. Lilith frowned, wrinkles appeared around her lips. "Lamia, please, stop it. I do not feel the hunger, nor exhaustion." But yes, she was lying. Lilith felt tired and weaken, but she didn't wanted to admit it. She wanted to delay her feeding for a little more. But Lamia wasn't stupid. "Don't lie to me, you filthy living creature!" The voice roared in her head. Lilith shivered, Lamia always frightened her and she always will. "Listen to me...this child I saw...I want his soul...he looks so fresh...and fragile..." Lamia spoke to Lilith. Lamia was always hungry for children souls. Lilith slowly continued her wandering through Lómëdor, and just nodded her head. Lamia was delighted to see Lilith's response, so she withdrew into the shadow and slowly walked behind Lilith.

Lilith's was looking in the floor, but she could only see traces of it. The hood was quite thick, so Lilith was actually partly blind. She could see everything, but not as clear as normal persons. Her eyes hid the truth that she never accepted. Lilith never wanted to kill, and the thought about stealing someone's soul horrified her. Still, she needed to do it in order to survive. Since Lamia was executed for cannibalism and her apetite for children, her ghost remained the same. Lamia forced Lilith to steal children souls, even though Lilith tended to avoid that. Lilith made a circle, around the main square, and now returned to it. In order to find the child Lamia wanted. "That one, with black hair..." Lamia whispered. Lilith stopped. "Lamia, but I am not hungry." Lilith said in a soft, silent voice. Her shadow shivered and lost shape for a quick second. "You dare to oppose me, unworthy being?!" Lilith muttered "N-no. Lamia was happy to hear that. Lilith's shadow was calmed. "Good. Now, my dear, bring me that child..." Lamia whispered.

Lilith stood there for a minute or two, the crowd was turning their backs to her, carefully watching the show. With her fingers crossed, her hands kept at her stomach Lilith continued to approach the small child that was playing carelessly with his sister. The moon observed that from the night sky, while stars shone brightly, scattered on the sky. Is this children's fate sealed? Will it's soul be devoured by a dancer in the dark? Only night will know...and night is still young.

[ Please, decent RPers. Also, check Lilith's extended description for further explanation of Lamia. And I leave it to you if Lilith will feed upon the soul of this child, or will you somehow be able to stop it. ]

After spending many days in complete isolation from the human beings, the what was once a concordant killer decided that it was time to pay a visit to the most important city of Arda. Namely Lomedor, and to be more specific the certain area where the criminal activities were at their climax, there was a chance that all the weapons he lost could have been hidden there. Small fragments of memories came to him in small sessions either while he was awake or sleeping, and they were all concentrating on the Drital Qu'ellar Pub. There was a time when he came frequently to that pub, in the search of defying demons or other fiendish creatures which defied their masters and needed to be killed, that’s where Dispater came in, in exchange for a great service or important item he would bring to fulfillment any job. He made quite a name there, and further extended the infamous legends about the concordant killers. As a protection tax, the owners of the pub made him several services every now and then, if something needed to be hidden then they would do so for him.

Dispater suspected only two places where he could have sent his weapons through a dimensional portal, one was the hangars of the pub and the other one was the Temple of Balance, he still valued balance back then so it would have come only naturally to hide his weapons there. But he felt a sort of restrain in what concerned visiting the temple, he was no longer what he used to be, and the sight of the temple would just mess him up once more from the inside. He had to endure an unearthly pain and not only, he was once more the victim of an experiment, but now to some powerful demonoids. And the Balance he tried along several eons to preserve was not there when he needed it, he lost all faith in Balance and turned his back to it, as it turned his back to him.
With each passing day he was turning more and more into a creature of the darkness, even if he did not want to accept this condition, but it was inevitable and he knew that he was lying to himself. He had to live into the underworks of the cities, as well as in ancient caves, his appearance not allowing him to blend with the rest of people anymore. His close friends and the only ones who accepted him were the spiders, they saw him as a leader, he was able to communicate with them. The previous experiment developed within him a strong affinity towards the spiders, those creatures he once saw as being so insignificant, now he was tapping into their prowess, and used them on his side.


Dispater felt pretty nervous when stepping into the civilization once more, even though it was night time and he was wearing clothes that maintained his appearance concealed he was still afraid of being discovered and eventually he would be forced to kill those who will attack him, and he didn’t want the wrath of a town on his tail. He took the side alleys, which were pretty abandoned for the time being, some sort of event seemed to attract the citizens’ attention, and the arachnomancer was thankful for that. His curiosity forced him to take several looks towards the crowd; a woman was performing a strange, macabre dance stealing everyone’s attention. Though, the charming effects came not from the dance itself, but from something more. A strange feeling this girl delivered to Dispater, he instantly felt the urge to investigate the matter. But first things first, he needed to visit the pub.

The sound of footsteps fell quickly against the stony alley of Lomedor as the massive frame of Dispater came running to the Drital Qu’ellar pub, he did not stop to visit the bartender, he wouldn’t recognize him anyway, he was changed. Instead he went straight for his hiding spot, and to his satisfaction he found a weapon there: it was his Hunter’s Dagger, but it was alone, not seconded by any other weapons. Well it was better than nothing, so he took the dagger, hid it beneath his dark cloak and left the pub once more, none of the criminals dared to pick on him, he was a giant, about 6 feet and 5 inches tall, with a broad back, his muscles seemed to want to erupt through his skin.

Four torches surrounded the dancer, and soon they were shedding light no more; Dispater arrived just in time to see this little performance of the mysterious girl, she put out the fire with her sleeves, before she went off stage. The people started to throw gold coins at her, and watch her leave before they all went onto their business, but not Dispater, he remained watching her from the darkness, and for a time he seemed to have disappeared.

Moments passed, and meanwhile Lamia designated her next target for the girl to feed on, a boy with dark hair, playing with her sister. Dispater anticipated what could happen, he had a strange sense of things when it came to creatures of that stature, and the feeling he got from the dancer seemed very familiar. The hulking man emerged from the left, he was between the children and Lilith, and his red eyes were starring intensely at the woman from beneath his hood. He didn’t say anything, he would pass for a statue if it wasn’t for those unnatural eyes of his.

Lilith let her pale hands fall to her sides, slowly approaching the young boy. Carelessly playing with his sister, the child wasn't aware of danger that was hiding under the mask of young, pleasant girl. Lilith intended to lure him into her trap with a simple spell, Light. The spell will make her hand glow and when the boy touches it, she will suck the life force out of him. It was what she needed to do, but even the thought on this macabre and horrid act made Lilith shiver. The boy was laughing, on the other side of the square. Lilith was slowly walking, trying to figure how to trick Lamia. But the spirit wasn't smart, but sly and quick-witted. Lamia knew how humans react and think, she especially knew their fears. And since Lamia spent twelve years with the dancer, she knew what is Lilith afraid of. Death. Even though Lilith meets and sees it every day, it still frightens her. Seeing lifeless bodies, looking like a human-like rag; cold eyes, without the spark of life in it. Lilith is afraid of her own death, not knowing what comes after this life and will she be punished for her acts. And tonight, death will visit the young boy, his soul will leave his body and it shall be consumed by this soul stealer.

As she walked, her bare feet touching the cold stony ground of the main square, Lilith stumbled, an invisible knife pierced deep into her stomach. Her shadow, although only visible in small fragments, also shivered. Lamia was a strange witch. In her life, when she was still a living being, she could feel auras and see them. Aura surrounded a person, they represented vibrations of their souls. Lamia thought that aura shows how strong is the soul of the person and she could see them like a multicolored nebula radiating from the person and surrounding it. Since Lilith isn't Lamia, Lilith can only feel a sharp pain in her stomach, but can't see the aura.

'Lamia? Did you feel that? What is that?' The dancer thought, bending a little and putting her hand on her stomach. An expression of pain appeared on her face, little bells rang as she lowered her head. The shadow didn't respond for quite long, when it finally whispered "Someone, very strong. You have felt the power of an aura, a power of someone's soul." The shadow began to dance again, even thought none could see it, Isiltelpe was hiding under thick, stormy clouds. Again, Lilith could hear greed in her voice and it frightened her. "So powerful, so strong, so...magnificent. I want that soul. That power. Maybe then, I could be free..." The shadow said the last part quieter than the rest, but still the girl heard it. An expression of pain was replaced with worry. Lilith was worried, the shade was very powerful and manipulating, she was aware of that. "Very well Lamia. I will tend to find this soul...and steal it." Lamia was glad she could hear that. Lilith lied to her, on purpose, so Lilith could be at peace for a while and Lamia would let her think about her acts.

She felt pain no more and continued walking towards the child, the child who will meet a terrible fate. Happy voices and shouts of crowd made her ears perk, but she continued her path toward the child. The wind blew once more and it looked like it carried a giant, a man stepped from her left in front of her. Immediatly, Lilith felt the same pain as before. Lamia just whispered "He's the one!" The man looked like a giant to her, she was only five and a half feet high. Slowly raising her head, making the bells on her hood rang, in many different tunes. Looking in his red eyes, which seemed to be unnatural, it was the only thing that made him look somewhat human. His robes completely hid his appearance, two red eyes that were staring at her. Lilith quickly looked away, avoiding eye contact. This person seemed awkwardly familiar and Lilith had a strange feeling about him. Raising her head and looking at him, even though he could not see her eyes which were hidden under her hood.

"May I help you sir?" Lilith said in a soft, heavenly voice. Not knowing what is this man's intentions, she slowly put her right hand into her left sleeve, hoping that the man didn't see her move. In her left sleeve a small dagger was hiding, somehow strapped to her sleeve so it couldn't fall out nor be seen. Lilith held it there just in case, you never know what kind of people wander these streets. The dancer was calm and relaxed, she didn't consider this man as a threat. The wind blew faintly and the song that could be heard from the stage was soon replaced by enthusiastic shouts of the crowd which started throwing coins at the singer.

Death will soon pay a visit to the boy...his story ends here. Or does it?

Dispater experienced a familiar and disturbing feeling rushing through his body from the very first second he laid his eyes upon the mysterious dancer. His memory was not helping him in this situation, but on a second thought perhaps it was not up to the memory to solve this puzzle, he didn’t think that he has seen the girl before, yet her aura radiated very strange readings, he too was able to read auras to some extent. Perhaps she was the reincarnation of another, more powerful creature, some of Dispater’s targets, the ones he successfully brought an end to. Thus he made many enemies, if there was for all of them to come back all at once, he would be overwhelmed and most likely killed. But not even him remained the same Dispater as before, he had to suffer a lot at the hand of the demon spiders from the Demonweb Pits, they tried to break him and turn him into their minion, but they haven’t succeeded, at least not yet. They might have forced a few changes to his body and soul, but his mind was the same, clear as before, cold and calculated which treated everyone and everything equally, be them good or evil, chaotic or lawful. Now he dealt with even more contradictory thoughts and actions than before, after all, that’s what he was: a concordant killer in all his might. However, even his appearance held some strange traits that made someone think of his former self, his past-life could not be erased like that in a matter of a few days. He was the same Dispater, with an appearance which pretty much resembled his former human one, only that the color of his skin and eyes changed, the hair was longer, and he had a more wicked look upon his face.

The ground was kicked hard, forcing a small stone and a lot of dust to lift into the air and travel into the direction of the two children. Dispater’s action managed to gain the children’s attention, they looked into his direction, and saw the only thing he was showing to them, the pair of red eyes flashing towards them from a dark hood. They got frightened and before you knew it they ran off to their house.

For some strange reason, Dispater either anticipated that the dancer was going to attack one of them, or either he thought that he didn’t need anyone in his way if things would turn upside down between him and the dancer of the dark. That often happened to him when he only wanted to study a creature of this place. This time though, was different, and he knew it, he could feel it, he could read it, coming from somewhere behind the girl. With his heat vision, he was able to see the heat radiated from her body, it was not so much different than the one of any other human, yet, it had something which enveloped her, something which appeared to be blue, something not human anymore, and that something was in fact the entity which drew Dispater’s attention.

“You are possessed…” came the words, whispered through Dispater’s purple lips. “… tell me your names, what and who am I facing tonight?” the last sentence came even louder than the first, and in its substance it sounded like a demand. His left hand was made visible as it came to remove the hood from his head, his face came now into full focus the light of the moon reflecting into it. He did not look human at all. He had long silver hair, flowing much over his shoulder, he had a broad back and seemed pretty capable of crushing anyone with his bare arms, because of his imposing stature and appearance people often mistook him for some sort of mindless demon, strength being his only weapon. In fact he was pretty intelligent, he had an appetite for knowledge and his eon-long life gave him the time to study different tomes and book, placed on different planes of existence, perhaps this was the greatest advantage of a concordant killer: the ability to travel between planes.