Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5426290-20160125134959/@comment-5426290-20160303085017

Percival looked uncomfortable, not because Demonic Energy still radiated from the city despite the flame, but because Alec's tattoo's seemed to prefer coiling around certain vital spots on him, one of the lines of black flame never leaving the spot in his neck where one could touch the areola. "Say Alec, shouldn't you get rid of those tattoo's? They make you hear stuff that isn't there and from what I see with Ana they prevent you from using any magic aside from that black flame.. It's like you made a contract with a Dark Elemental more than some nightmother."

The bulk of a man walking behind Alec and the vampires as if escorting prisoners nodded at Ana and coughed heavily. "No matter how unsettlin it may look, incubus, you need to sacrifice things for power. That is how these things work." He gripped his axe tighter, glancing to the left of the group every few steps.

The slums vampire looked around nervously. "I can hear padded footsteps."