Hover cars buzzed back and forth on the highways. Their lights lining the arteries of the futuristic city with white and red lights. From a distance it gave the city a pulsing feeling of life. The city was a glow with the various lights that kept the city illuminated on this night. The late night worker still in the office building. The bars and restaurants still open looking for all manner of patrons to feed and liquor up. The street lights lining the roads for those on the road. Occasionally flashing lights broke up the scene, those of the police or crossing lights. The lights too bright for anything other than the north star and the full moon to show. Towering buildings filled her horizon as far as the eye could see, defying the gods with their spite to reach the heavens. Climbing and clawing there way nearly to the clouds. Earth had been a much more diverse place once space travel was perfected. Shocking many whom believed that humans were alone in the universe. But the third planet had become somewhat of a alien tourist destination and a place of commerce and even a canvas to share art forms. Many races from all over the galaxy, but none so aptly welcomed as the Asralie. An ignorant human might as they were bipedal rabbits with lion like tails. Such a crude way of describing them might have been physically similar but it was far from accurate. Asralies were an incredibly peaceful race with interests in seeking knowledge, to understand those outside their race and a passion for arts of all kinds. Covered in a very thin layer of fur that came in as many colors as the dogs and cats humans called beloved pets. But with human hair atop their head, which sported a pair of rabbit like ears. A relatively short but thick lion like tail often sat low on their body, often moving like a cats with their emotions. The tuft of fur on the end of their tails often matched the human like hair atop their head. But despite all the diversity it was in fact religion that brought humans and much of the other alien races together. A sort of general understanding of a God and Demons. Though eat race called them by different names. Most closely related were the Asralies beliefs in angels and demons as humans believed. So similar in fact one found a lucrative business to be found on Earth. For all their peaceful kind demeanor, Asralies like man had a very dark side. An unmarked hover car drove through the streets. Unremarkable and unnoticeable it cruised on with two Asralies in side. The driver was a more masculine chocolate colored male. A black fedora hat covered his auburn chocolate hair. The hats color matching the simple black suit with white under shirt. His red eyes glanced up at his charge. At first glance, the passenger would have appeared to be a female Asralie. Thin and lithe body and facial features. Silver white hair covered part of the face streaming straight down to his shoulders, only revealing a crystal blue eye. With taupe fur with a white mouth, black tipped ears laid back in a relaxed manner. The drivers red eyes looked over the face a moment. Seeing a hint of worry and annoyance in his face. “Do not worry, Maestro Jade. You’ll get your new puppet and be back for the performance before you know it.” He said in a chipper tone. Jade’s blue eye looked to the driver, whom looked at him from the rear view mirror. “I know you will.” He replied in a tone deeper than one would expect from someone so effeminate looking. “I just don’t like getting another puppet. The dance takes time. The one that answers may not be the one I need. I don’t need another failure.” He grimaced as he tugged a dark violin case closer to his person. The dark leather case made even more so by the white long sleeve shirt he wore. Even darker yet than then black vest he wore. Jade sighed and tugged at the stray strings on his rugged looking blue jeans. Taking a moment to lean down to wipe a smudge from his teal converse shoes. It wasn’t long before they arrived at an old ware house. Time forgotten it was out of site and mind. The old metal building as dark and seemed to house nothing more than rats and pigeons at this point. The driver stopped the car outside, placing it in park he leaned his hand on the other seat as he looked back. “Remember to wait here Ben. And don’t come for me, I will come for you.” He nodded and offered a single protective prayer to his charge as he exited the car. His hand gripping the dark violin case as he took it with him. Jade walked in alone although lights faintly flickered to life as he came into range, it was still far darker than the rest of the city. He walked to an area closed off where a coffin like box was already set up. His thin hand touched the box and a fingerprint system turned on. Upon recognizing his print it box open to show something peculiar. Inside was a life sized knitted doll that looked very much like Jade. He took out a bag within the coffin and began mending bullet holes that appeared on the doll. His hands moving expertly and delicately. Once the mending was done he turned to the floor before the doll. The short Asralie walked to it Jade went to work on preparing a séance and summoning portal. Lighting numerous red candles and setting up demonic relics. While he did so he chanted in tongues, a phrase was repeated. He was calling to the realm of the darkness, calling for those demons interested in coming forth to this plane. He returned to the coffin and retrieved blood. Pouring it on the floor in the shape of a pentagram. Writing his peoples ancient symbols with the blood. The pentagram was not only a portal but a prison. The summoned demon would be stuck entrapped in the circle until Jade let it free. A method he’d used before to ensnare demons to do his bidding. Once he was finished he turned and grabbed a pedestal and pulled a book from his pocket. Opening it to a saved page before he turned to the most powerful object in his possession. Lithe fingers touched the cold silver clasps that kept the violin closed, popping it open. A hot wind blew, disturbing the candles as he opened the violins case. Dark whisperings touched his sensitive ears but he was not afraid. Cocky even as he pulled the instrument from its case. The violin was black, dark and insidious. It seemed to pull all the light that surrounded it and reflected none off its surface. Even the deep blood red strings reflected no light. The bow seemed just as foreboding as the violin it’s self. He laid it under his chin, his fingers laying on the strings as he pulled the bow across the dark instrument. It made a surprisingly heavenly sound for something so obviously evil. As he swayed gently with the music he played the whispering grew more intense as demons no doubt fought for the right to be on the surface world. No doubt fount for the opportunity to kill on his command just to devour the souls of Jade’s paid targets.