A worthless place.. [Sal Norongachi]

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In a city called Fredericia, surrounded by sea and berms, there is a festival. Music plays through this city, that was originally made to be a fort. There are people walking around through stores and pubs while talking to friends, dancing or just drinking a beer or two. Theres kids walking around playing 'knights' with foam swords, and a few drunken men 'walking' around the alleys.

Asura sits atop the roof of the local library. The five story tall building gives him a nice view of the city. He looks at the small humans walking around, not being sure what he should do. Theres no church around he could stalk, and he didn't care much for the souls of these worthless people. He spreads his wings and takes off from the roof of the library. He soars above the streets towards the town center, hoping something might be worth his time there. But one thing is for sure. Once he gets to take over this world, this town will be obliterated. It is simply too insignificant, and worthless. As a god of the world, he has the right to do what he wants. However.. Those words still haunt him.. "Gods don't bleed.." Who is 'HE' to tell him that!? Worthless shinigami! Once Asura gains more power, he will utterly obliterate the ignorant fool! Shikuro.. He would never forget that name. He flaps his wings to stay airborne, his tail behind him, to keep balance, and his long red hair moving in the wind down along his back.

Sight seeing, what a novel concept when you know for a solid fact that beyond the confines of one world lies another. So as bizarre as it was Sal Norongachi had found himself in Denmark, quite how he got here was a quirky domino effect that he couldn't quite explain.

Fredericia, a sea side city with some quite spectacular views, he thought eying up the local talent as he sauntered through the midday streets, the sun blasting all of them cheerfully with cancer spawning UV rays that the pollution ravaged Ozone layer could only hold back for so long.

Despite lots of evidence to the contrary he didn't see anyone wearing stylish hand painted clogs or any windmills, he was a touch let down by the former, he had to admit.

A small bar sat to the left, the name unpronounceable to his Glaswegian tongue, but he fancied himself a drink and sauntered over to a table set under a parasol outside the large glass window that looked into the bar itself. A waitress was at his doorstep within minutes and he applied the 'eny meany miney mo' method to select a beer from the large list on the drinks menu before kicking back, taking his shades off and placing them on the table, and extracting his cigarette packet from his jeans pocket and sliding one into his mouth and applying a flame to its end from his lighter.

"I really do love Gigai's..." He chuckled to himself through a smog of blueish smoke and picked up his ice cold beer from the tray placed before him, letting the oaky liquid fill his mouth and tantalize his senses.

As he soars through the sky, Asura looks down at the town center. There really isn't any interesting people here. They all seem to be living boring lives in this boring life of theirs. They live with their blissful ignorance, just walking around as if nothing ever happens. He lands atop a small bar and looks down at the people passing by. The music in from the stage three blocks away is quite annoying to listen to. Perhaps he should go kill the singer, and devour his soul? No. It wouldn't be worth the effort. What he really needs is a soul that looks and smells rather tasty. And just as he drools at the thought, a beautiful young woman walks past him. A drop of drool lands on her shoulder, however she keeps walking. It's as if she didn't notice it. Asura finds that quite interesting. He spreads his wings and follows her just behind her. Theres something strange about her. Is it her spiritual pressure? She starts running, and runs right past a window of the small bar that a certain Sal Norongachi is residing. Asura passes by slowly, not taking notice of anything but the delicious soul of the young woman, running away as if she knows he's after her. He needs to satisfy his hunger. His stomach is yearning for her soul! He must have it!

Two more beers later and Sal was fully enjoying himself, having insinuated himself into a table with some American tourists his accent was working wonders on the two females and even the male accompanying them seemed to find him charming for some bizarre reason.

"So whats Glasgow like?" Asked female number one, Amanda, a tanned Californian with hay blond hair and blue eyes.

"Have you ever seen a rat get run over by a few dozen cars?" Sal responded coolly, sipping his beer. They all looked at each other, unsure where this was going so he plunged onwards.

"Imagine that, right, except it took a shit after a dozen cars or so. That's Glasgow, in a nut shell" He finished to a round a laughter and a few smiles.

He opened his mouth to speak again when a spiritual presence interrupted, at this point a woman ran past followed by the unmistakable figure of an airborne Hollow.

"Excuse me folks..." Sal said and made a mad dash for the toilets, sitting himself down on one of the toilets he popped a soul candy and raced after the Hollow and woman, bounding across the Danish rooftops.

The girl continues to run and accidentally enters a blind alley. Asura creeps up on her landing in the alley so he is blocking her only way out. She screams for help as he walks closer with drool hanging down his mask. "Are you afraid woman? You can really see me? This smell.. It's delicious.." His tail wraps around his left leg and he folds his wings in to his back. This woman had oh such a sweet smell. What a delicious treat to gain. He is unaware of anything around him as he is rather focused on the meal in front of him. He leans his head slightly forwards towards the woman who is flat against a fence. As he leans his head some of his hair falls down over his shoulders, as well as it hangs down his back. His teeth covered in drool he closes further in to the woman who continues to scream for help. He snaps at her to see the look in her face, that wonderful look of fear. She really looks as if she is just about to wet herself. It’s quite thrilling to watch her. And what fun would it be to finish her off quickly when you can watch her in fear before taking her soul?

Sal kept pace with them all the way, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, the Hollow however seemed to be entirely in the grip of the chase unable it seemed to turn his focus from his prey, which Sal and his Dark Companion could utterly relate to.

The woman dove into an alleyway off the main street and the winged demon followed, red mane flowing out behind it, and Sal stopped at the lip of the leftmost roof overlooking the dead end.

He watched the screaming girl and the drooling Hollow for a few seconds more, feeling the reverberation of shadowy wings unfurling in the depths of his psyche. It was time to play, they mused, and stepped off the roofs edge landing between the woman and Hollow, hands in the pockets of his black jeans and his brown eyes showing for all the world to see that delicious mischief his inner friend had in mind.