A cool breeze whipped by, brushing fallen blossom petals about the pavements. Stars shone bright in the black sky, casting a white glow over the city as the last rays of evening light disappeared over the horizon. High in the center of the pitch black tapestry, a bright white moon hovered, throwing beams of silver light down onto the darkened world. Street lamps stood tall in the darkness, casting eerie shadows and dingy fluorescent light on the pavement. The trees swayed, seemingly in response to something other than wind. The shadows they cast were inky and scattered in even the smallest amount of light. The park was empty this time of night, ideal for a peaceful walk. Of course, that wasn't the reason for Senka's presence there. The young demon was on a mission, "scouting" it was called. As a newer demon, he hadn't any human souls. Often, while he was out cleaning up the wild, unruly lesser demons, Sen would look for souls to steal or corrupt. All the higher demons had collections of souls. If he could get his hands on one, he could rise within their ranks. "I can smell them, the bastards." Senka growled to himself, glaring into the surrounding trees. If the beasts he was after weren't still there, they had certainly been there, for their scent was all over. He paused a moment in mid-step, a distant sound growing ever closer catching his attention. Swiftly, he hid amongst the shadows just off the path, waiting in silence to see who or what was headed his direction.