The taste of moral decay swirling around with social decadence. Tinged with despair, and forgotten dreams. Sprinkle a little violence on top..

A favorite of mine as we walked through the redlight district of this forsaken city. The neon signs an eyesore as they advertised anything and everything a degenerate could hope for. But I wasn't here for pleasure, but a business call this time. It's not uncommon for the more depressing parts of a city to be a wellspring of demonic activity. You could say they dig the vibes.

My handler kept her nose in the air, and her eyes forward as we closed in on the location. A nice enough brothel if there was ever one. Resembling an old Victorian mansion dolled up with pastel shutters, and bright garish accents. I could practically smell the sin, and I shook with anticipation.

You see I've been a resident of this city for quite a while now, and one thing I've never gotten the hang of in all my centuries of play..is sharing.

We were greeted at the door by the proprietors of the establishment, a Madam and her unusually large manservant hurriedly led us to a room upstairs. The smell of sin, sweat, and sex was almost a solid force at this point as we stood outside the room.

My handler was the first to speak as she normally is, and as she broke the awkward silence we heard nothing but rambling screams from inside the room. Talking over the noise they debated on what to do, and on how to handle the situation.

Pointless.

The Clergy had already let me out of my cage, and sent me here. The decision was already made at this point, and regardless of what the Madam wouldn't stop me from going in, and solving the problem. She did protest when I twisted the door handle and walked in; the screaming madness unleashed fully into the hallway. However my Handler and her own manservant held her back from following me inside.

On the bed of the barely furnished room was a bundle of bones and skin barely covered in cloth rags. Screaming to itself about too many things in too many voices for me to really care to listen to, and to be honest I was tired of the noise already, so I spoke.

"Quiet."

The force of the command slammed it's mouth shut with an audible crack as it's jaw acted on it's own. Primeval fear replaced the atmosphere of dread, and the thing wearing the person's skin crouched on the bed like a feline ready to pounce. It was ready to fight for what it thought was it's property. It didn't quite understand what the situation, but fear makes us all lash out so I understood.

"I didn't know." It spoke out in two voices. It's fear tainting it's words as it obviously hoped I'd forgive this transgression. Feeding in another's territory is a grave injustice, and feeding in a territory which belonged to someone so far down the totem pole was just..suicidal.

"Ignorance isn't an excuse." I replied heartedly. I knew I wasn't being fair, I'd been off the radar for so long none but a few even know I'm still up and devouring. However that's how I liked it, this gig was cushy, and amusing at times. I got to avoid the politics that I hated so much, and I got to play with a few mortals on the days off. Honestly, it's a dream job for someone as old as me. I get to soak up the ambiance of manmade horrors and I even get to snack on interlopers who think the city is ripe for the taking.

As we left the building, my handler lit a cigarette, and I smelled the rain. The Clergy's men will be here to sterilize the room, and pay for the Madam's losses in a day or two. I laughed at the thought of their priests and bishops returning to their favored brothel in a few weeks time, blissfully unaware of the horrors that are birthed by their sin.

Blissfully unaware of how well they keep me fed.