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Sammael
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In the dark streets of London, screams can be heard. But not just any screams. Those Demonic in origin. Cries that reach the depths of hell. A soul gone to oblivion and never to return. Blood runs like water through the streets, black as night.
Alice Lovvete, a cheshire demon, pulled out a little trinket from her pocket. With the tip, she wiped the hair away from the pale girls face. She appeared to be only 30. But with demons, no one can determine age unless given by the demon themselves. Her blonde hair was matted with blood at the tips. Though it wasn't hers. It was a humans, and fresh. "Cause of death?" she asked the detective.
"I can't tell. There seems to be no signs indicating struggle, nor any signs of abuse to the body. The blood on her hair is from the salon down the street, maing the time of death an hour ago. People heard screams, but it wasn't human they said. More like a violent animal."
"What do you think?" she asked her partner.