Sol stood under the night's sky. The city a glorious monument of advance of humans in the world. They had survived, evolved and gotten a lot better with each passing day even. Their technology was truly a marvel in itself. They were mere mayflies in the passage of time and yet that only made them advance in a way no other creature did as far as he knew. Such was also hte city of Rosefort or as he liked to call it, the balance point between heaven and hell for all sorts of curious and outherworldy things walked it's darkness at night.

He looked up at the night's sky. Clouds were obscuring the moon and there was a certain humidity in the air. A storm was coming and it was going to wash the city of all it's dirt. By morning people would be able to see a rare sight of it's clean state.

Suddenly his senses picked something, this city was not stranger to supernatural creatures of all kinds roaming it's streets, but the thing that had just arrived was different. He stopped midway his step, as he looked around and made a turn on the nearest alley, heading towards a now abandonded building nearby.

The demon sensed her. Back in the earlier days of her career, when she was restricted to harvesting the souls of humans, she would take them without warning. But non human creatures were different. For this demon she was required to face him off and demand his soul in the name of her master before she took it. And it was hard work.

So with a dead lock on the demons life force, she followed him. It didn't matter where he went, she would be able to track him down. He had changed course, and assuming he'd sensed her, she walked after him, tattered wings hanging from her shoulders and dragging on the ground ominously.

"There's no escape, demon," she said in a low voice that somehow seemed to echo like a sour breeze throughout the night.

Sol simply walked through the night, heading in his destination. He had just about reached the abandoned building when he heard an echo seemingly unnatural, conveying a message. He smiled and took a what looked like a casual jump that landed him on the third floor of the building. He then took a few steps in, went by a nearby concrenete half built wall and sat on it, waiting for the reaper to appear.

It's been like what, 50 years since he met a reaper last? He smiled, waiting most calmly for the presence to reach him. It wasn't far away and as they usually should they seemed to be homing in on him.

"Ohhh well." He muttered, taking of his coat and putting to the side, not wanting to damage it. Sol was different from other demons in a few ways. The one that mattered most to him was that he lacked horns, wings and tails.

Thea took her time walking to him. It would have been quicker to appear directly in front of him, now that she knew exactly where he was, but she felt no need to rush.

Therefore she took the stairs of the building, her weightless form not breaking through the rotting steps. Until she reached him. Slowly she walked to him until they were a mere ten feet away and then stopped. Her wings still hung low to the ground and her scythe was trailing behind her with a ominous scrape.

"Death aays your time is come soon. I'm here to collect your soul when it does."

"Ahhh Death..." Sol stated, still sitting on the piece of concrete like it was his own armchair. He now studied the reaper that showed up, well nothing out of the ordinary with that one... she appeared beautiful like they usually did. 'A lot easier to get people to agree to pass on if a beautiful person askes them, I suppose.' He thought with a smile and shook his head.

"Sadly I will have to refuse that." He gave his reply, with a huge smile." I've seen my own death, I know when it will happen and it's not soon. Despite what your boss says."

Sin looked down at the handle of her scythe and her long, thin fingers which held it steady. This was going to take a while, especially if the demon was going to continue in belligerence.

And as a reaper of souls she couldn't actually kill him. So that meant she would have to follow him, long and patiently, until the death which Fate had declared for him came. And he was going to deny it. "As you wish," she said quietly. "I will wait."

"Hmmm? That is it?" He asked, with raised eyebrow in curiosity. He had heard of stories where reapers are actually sometimes sent to execute the words of fate and forcibly deal with individuals who resist fate.' Guess those were fake...' He thought, throwing a look at the reaper just standing there.

"Ahmmm so what now? You simply going to hang around me and wait for whatever your boss knows should be my death happens?" Sol asked, raising from his sitting position and stretching his arms.

"Well... I'm thinking of having a drink... do you want one too?" He asked, walking over the edge of the building, preparing to jump down into the darkness of the abandoned construction site.

Sin simply nodded in answer to his question. Now that she had found him, it was her bound duty to stick to him, a looming presence for thw rest of his life. Which shouldn't be too long.

"I woild like a drink," she replied quietly. I kmow of a good place. I will take us there." With that she reached out and touched hus arm with the tips of her fingers. Then, with world seemed to vanish and reappear in the settinf of a quiet bar several miles away. Sin was no longer half clothed in rags, her three tattered wings and scythe were gone. She was now just a pale, tired looking young woman in jeans and a sweater. "This is my favorite place. They distill their oen alcohol

"Well, well, well, well... who knew my reaper of souls liked illegal alcohol." He said with a joking smile entering the place the woman teleported them to. That certainly was somethign he never expected her to do." Also nice clothes by the way oddly suiting, but your original garbs were better in my opinion."

So with you following me in wait, I suppose you also will follow me home... which frankly will be kind of uncomfortable..." He stated, throwing a look at her as he was ordering himself a drink.