Sentama Lin
Near one of the entrances of hell a figure secretly dons a long ebony cloak. Keeping his eyes alert for any sign of life, he readies his disguise. His short, black hair is spiked; blood-red highlights embellish each strand. He waves his hands and quietly murmurs an incantation - changing his current tattoos into something more demonic. A few contact lens - colouring his eyes a fiery, hating red - complete the ensemble. His staff changes into a double-pronged katana. He sighs and inconspicuously walks towards the gate of hell.
Heh... this will be perfect. Gabriel thought as he entered through the infernal gate. A single white feather falls from his cloak - burning instantly to ashes as it touches the ground.
Heh... this will be perfect. Gabriel thought as he entered through the infernal gate. A single white feather falls from his cloak - burning instantly to ashes as it touches the ground.
As you walk through the gates you see two woman walking toward a cave. Each carring large blades. Noises that should never be talked about emitted from the cave. The woman in fornt of the other is laughing as she walks to the cave.