Persephone made her way across town to the Valhallow Event Center for the one thing she had been waiting for in anticipation for months, the Saints and Sinners Masquerade Ball. She entered the huge ballroom where creatures and humans alike intertwined, socializing,...
Persephone took a sip of her wine when she had received it, pursing her lips a bit from the taste. It was sweet, but still bitter, something she was familiar with. As she took her small sips, she pondered for what she was to do. Should she just get roaring drunk and dance with a bunch of strangers? She shuddered at the idea, never again would she really be able to do something like that in fear of 'it' happening again. Suddenly, her view was obstructed, followed by a too familiar voice. A sly smile stretched upon her cheeks before she spoke. "Hmmm, I have no clue." She lied, playing along. Persephone was hoping that Azrael was going to appear this evening. The smell of bourbon and cologne was a scent that she also had come to be fond of as well. The scent was strong and her head felt a bit hazy, she bit her bottom lip softly.
















