Deimos slowly strolled through the shadows, his cloak high as he walked through the sun's killing heat bearing down on his cloak. He fought off the urge to wince from it as heat could make any vampire uncomfortable, plus plenty of bad experiences where he been left in the sun. He remembered back he was training to ignore pain, so he father chained him to the post to let the sun burn, and set fire to his body. Every time flames would sprout on his body, they would put it out with water and put a cloak over him for a couple of hours for his body to heal, then let his body go back to burning. Until he learned to be quiet, to ignore the pain, or simply not feel it, then he came out. The memory made him squeeze his sword's hilt again, his green eyes close as he continues down the shadowy road, looking over to see if anyone's near.