The night was dark with unshed tears, the wind beating on any around them, sounding on every corner, making noises that rivaled a wolf. The moon was up, barely visible from the cemetery; the silhouette of a female barely visible in the darkness, walking around, not stopping before any of the graves for the ones she mourned for weren’t there, and she had no one to pray to, for she had been disappointed before and liked them not.

The female sighed softly as she looked around. This was the only place she felt she could go to yet it was futile anyways, she didn’t even have the comfort of their souls going off to a better place for it was not so. One should never mess with the creator, yet they had fallowed the Morningstar and therefore were damned. She sighed softly, it was a sacrifice she would take again though, being that she had done it for the human’s well being, yet it was something no one would ever understand.

Locks of an ebony hue reached her waist in a disarray fashion yet they were too silky to look too bad. Orbs of a light grey hue that tended to trick people into thinking the female was blind seemed to be glassed over from thought, yet the awareness was always present. Her skin said that she was one the frequented the outsides even if it was not optional. What little muscles he shad were for precision, speed and stealth more than strength, for that was the way of survival for the damned.

She was clad in her usual style; a long black dress being upon her holding a white corset which was being fit around her waist, symbolizing what hope she had long lost. The dress held knee high slits at the center in the rear end of the dress, being for better movement. Tight black short pants sheltered her legs for if there was a need to fight as ankle high fighting boots were upon her feet, although they weren’t seen through the dress.

She sighed softly as she leaned against a tree, closing her eyes as the wind beat against her, thinking on all of those that had died, and even worst, the ones that were still trapped in the abyss, at the same time worrying for their leader: the Morningstar for no one had seen him since and he knew not what they would do to him. She didn’t fear for her safety, whatever dead walked once again had no reason to kill her for she didn’t consider herself to live anyways.