The night grew cold, as a fresh breeze ran through Death City. Like in any other town, only the flickering sounds of the street lamps were warping through the streets, whilst the people were resting or staying inside. Such unpleasant times were always drawing the most interesting people to the dark. A slithering figure dashed quietly through the alleys. Faintly, one could see a shadow move, but none would realize it as a person, yet alone a man that had fallen down the path of the Kishin. Souls were his feast.
Inside his head, his mind was swarmed with hunger and an odd sound that drove him mad. The distorted notes of an ill crafted violin. Crooked, this music drove the beast further through the streets. "Eat, prey, consume. The strength of a thousand shall belong to you." The voice was as clear as day to the man, yet no one else could listen to it. It was all inside his head. The man dashed into a corner, where his fang were digging into flesh. As expected, there was an helpless woman waiting. It happened too fast for the woman to even realize that she was killed, her body turning into a glimmer, then into a tiny orb. The beast swallowed the soul whole and sighed. It was fed for the night. Before anyone would have noticed the sudden influx of power resonating from the beast, it disappeared into thin air.
In a different part of the world, the voice echoed even stronger. A Tikoloshe just swallowed another innocent soul whole, whilst hearing the same sounds as the beast on the other side of the globe. A distorted violin and the voice of a woman speaking solely to him. "Eat, prey, consume..." Not too far away from the Tikoloshe's lair, there was the person responsible for both incidents. Her dress was flamboyant with finest fabric. Spread across the cloth, bows and ribbons flowed in the wind. Each ribbon strung a note from the witch's violin.
The Tikoloshe stirred. The powers that were fed to him via the sound came from a strong being. Something with a powerful soul. Before the pre-Kishin could have sensed the source, the Witch stopped playing the music. It was all part of the plan. The Witch would soon show the world what she had in mind. Kishins were not the most fearsome beings. Witches were. And they need power. Chuckling, the Soul Protect of the Witch formed the dress into a casual clothing,
leaving the witch in her form she preferred for the latest decades.