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Summer in South America was always notorious for its brutal, blazing heatwaves and heavy, humid air, but that did not stop the intimidating, raven haired beauty from donning her darkest and most drab, yet elegant of attire.  She sighed, resting her hand on her cheek while sitting on a bench a few steps or so away from the rusted, iron gates of the nearby cemetery, where a funeral for an old woman was recently held.  A few of the attendees had spotted her, the black, slender figure looming in the distance among the shadows of the trees and the old mausoleums.  Some pointing fingers and whispering in shaky Spanish, [i]"Doncella de la Muerte."[/i]  or Maiden of Death.

She meant no ill will towards them, only wishing to pay her respects to the dearly departed elderly woman.  Perhaps if she could, she would have set her hand upon the shoulder of the young girl weeping for her grandmother and whispered...that it would be okay.  But out of courtesy...she dismissed the idea.

The dead, she had always held sympathy for them...

Casually, she turned the page of her book she had clasped precariously in one hand, skimming through the elegantly written text with a rather monotonous and bored expression.  A book on the occult written by a man named Aristade del Torquio in the fifteenth century, hailing from her native Italy.  There was no title written upon the leatherbound cover, but just a simple engraving of a ram's head within a five pointed pentagram flanked by Enochian runes.  Not necessarily her favorite, but an enjoying read no less.  She needed some time to relax after the long flight, not to mention the excitement at the prospect of becoming a divine.

Others must have been here for the same purpose it seemed,such as the chap who arrived on his motorcycle, Elysia sensing a very rancorous aura from him, and the fashionably dressed lady, of who Elysia found to be...very [i]enchanting[/i] to observe quietly.

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