The streets of Paris, his home, his abode, and now these shinigami trapsed through his streets...Kill them...
They didn’t pose a threat to him but he didn’t like their presence, it was intrusive and rude. But he would watch, and make sure they did nothing to offend his... sensibilities.
He trailed their group until one of them broke and started wandering off on his own, impetuous and dangerous. He would teach the whelp a lesson and maybe make a snack of him...feed...
Waiting until he was too far away to call for help, he dropped down from the roof tops where he had been trailing his mark like some villain of the night.
‘‘Good day Shinigami’’
As he spoke he released a wave of reiatsu, a taste of his power to prove fear and sweat...flesh