(( WARNING: MAY CONTAIN LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, AND ETC... )) ((OOC Link)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The cracked brown land quaked while the air carried the poison all over. The world was a wasteland, no doubt. Cities were trashed. The left over water was filthy and highly radiated from the past. Hell, animals even found no reason to stay around. Luckily, the oasis cities began to turn green again from the fresh air and the clean water seeping from underground. In those cities, most people worked together to try to build the city to a finer and greener glory. On the other hand, the cities, in which were all by them selves, worked around the broke buildings and each found their own ways to make money. Most made the women go into the line of prostitution, which sadly started at a young age. Others worked hard labor trying to rebuild the city into their own twisted desires. Then, there were cities that were completely abandoned due to the overly populated chance of insane Maniacs that had morphed into monstrous creatures, that were thought to only haunt nightmare. Luckily, the poison was a substance the immune systems of living beings, were no longer at much chance for harm. Rare occasions were not really, of course, heard of and left to be a curse to that being. Those people tended to take over the city, which they lived or sought out to find brethren. The toxin would drive into the lungs and trailed into the brain. There, it blocked all communication or the production of civil will. From there, people stopped dead in their tracks and literally would go mad. They couldn't think for themselves anymore. They strived over the cannibalistic instincts and completely instantly fell victim. They wanted nothing more than terror and food. The bodies of those victims later down graded in size and mutated into demons of a sort. Their arms lengthened, hands grew larger in every aspect, and the teeth filed to a razor sharp point. The city, where they nested, was known as the 'Gates of Hell.' It wasn't like the way to hell was actually there... just some made stories to make people believe it. In other locations, similar things had formed and 'evolved.' Every other overrun city by these creatures, held up different monstrous details. The characteristics of each were far from another in many aspects. In the case of a city close to the "Gates of Hell," people were normal. At least normal in their terms. City of Hueat. It was miles upon miles away from the nearest Oasis. Hardly anyone tried to leave the place. Hueat was ran by the local gang who found violence, money, and sex most enjoyable entertainment in the world. Kids were mistreated the most. Most were abandoned by birth parents to be raised in a sort of foster care. There the kids were taught how to be sexual and wanted. Yes, the kids were then thrown in the line of Prostitution. It was sad but for this city, it's how it was run. Disgusting. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For a girl in particular, her last run was a few days earlier. The girl was on her way to make something of herself. She had no clue where her feet would take her but she wanted it all different. Her soft snow white hair swayed behind her as she went straight to the crummy street market to buy food and some water. She hadn't had any other clothes so the young lass stuck with the clothes of going on 4 years. An off-white stained sundress nicely hugged her full body, letting the slits, from her line of work, hit almost to the mid of her upper thigh. She had very little money. The money she had was from her foster family until she made them poof away. Yes, disappear. She made this deal, sort of thing, with a generous man, at least he was generous for who he actually was. In return the girl in her late teens received a gift. She wasn't even sure what the gift was yet. Signas sighed eager to find out. Hopefully it wasn't anything too bazaar. In return the left over memories that had been decent were taken, along with the existence of those very foster parents to everyone minus Signas. Her bare feet walked over the rubble. The city was one that lived around all the wreckage without care of clearing it out. Placing the bought items in a shabby old military issue messenger bag, she snagged, Signas began to head out the font gate of the city. A tall broad male stepped in her way and gave a coy smile. "Hey baby... How about we go have some fun?" His filthy rough hand caressed her cheek. Another pair of arms wrapped around her waist, letting his grungy teeth nip at her neck. This one, she could tell, was normal height and very slender, yet his grip didn't lighten. Another male's voice, towered over her coming from the balcony to her side. "Where do you think you're going, Missy? No one leaves the city. You know the rules." It was easily shown he wasn't that happy. A woman not much older than her draped over his shoulder. The man was just another brut, who was strict and just couldn't keep satisfaction. He pointed at the men who wrapped around the girl. "Bring 'er up. I want her next." She knew what that meant. Signas was over with those harsh and rough days. Instant rage flowed through her. The ground quaked, more than usual, as the air grew thick and heavy. Large bits of rubble began to crack all around. The snapping of the newly broken rubble echoed the city. Everything went quiet. The girl's brown eyes faded to black. "D-Demon~!!!" The two men backed off her and tried to run. The men stopped dead in their tracks and even began to float upwards about 9 feet above ground. The girl still had her back faced towards them. Their bodies instantly jerked more upward as the pummeled fast towards the ground. No hesitation, it happened once more. Their bodies laid motionless on the floor. Her head creaked and twitched as it turned to the side to face Edgar, the man who ran everything. His body trembled then suddenly fell into shredded bits. The woman shrieked forcing tears to rush down her face like waterfalls. The gate in front of her, made from wall rubble, rusty bob wire, and even recycled fencing, exploded causing pieces to fly everywhere. Her feet journeyed forward as she was not aware of what just happened. The black eyes faded into the normal honey glazed ones. First stop, one of the Oasis. Somewhere... Elsewhere... He stood still over a pit of fire, smiling at the sight of the first human beast, he had made. He began to watch the others just as closely with the devilish grin of a mad man, who's set plan began its course. Life just got interesting.