A young woman sat high atop a marble statue of an angel guarding a gravesite, running her fingers through her long blue hair. Her name was Chaos. And she was anything but human. She was one of the powerful demon lords.
Chaos noted another person coming into the cemetary. He looked rather familiar to the loner girl...Ah, it's Damien...The leader of the scum of the underworld...Oh wait, I guess that includes me. Tendance le. She jumped down off of the statue, landing cat-like on her feet, and leaned against the base as Damien walked by. "Good evening, Damien."