Greed and Lust
Ghislain is a curious man at heart. Or, well. He used to be a man. Curiosity certainly killed the cat, but the black magic brought it back. When he's bored in whatever city he's inhabiting he tends to wander. It started at dusk tonight. From his three bedroom, far too lavish apartment he set off, no direction in mind, just a need for something to fill the pit opening in his chest. It was a never ending cavern that he tried to stuff with his favorite vices and sin off the beings around him. Luckily, sin is a renewable resource. It chokes the air, woven in the smog of the city, pulling him down one block after another as he struts as purposefully as the setting sun. Dealers, tentative lovers, murders, troubled youth, he passes them all; all scared humans, all looking for relief from the cage-like body they were born in to. Little do they know he's ascended, no longer trapped to that coil. But something pulls him past the easy prey. Circling city blocks he happens upon a sad looking construction zone that was far, far from up to code and far, far from empty. Something powerful lurked in there, causing the demon to be cautious. His body drifted into the shadows, watching carefully from the edges. Ghislain's dark eyes fluttered over the scene, widening when he spotted another being. ...That man has no shirt on. Immediately interested, Ghislain drifts closer in the shadows, finally materializing a bit away from the structure. His slick black shoes crunch across the gravel, ringing loudly in his own ears as he lets his approach be known.