The fog rolled in, as thick as a blanket, as per usual in the starry London evenings in the brisk start of fall. The cobblestones were soon covered in it, and it quickly became apparent that moving about in the dense cloudy-like sea became almost impossible. It even chilled the air, leaving a human's wisp of breath frozen upon anyone's chapped lips. The night sky was like a deep abyss of velvet. It was calm and deep, and extremely luscious in its enigmatic sense of wonder.

It was all peaceful and jolly. A type of evening that was often greeted by a family huddled together before a roaring hearth, sharing fabled stories and long forgotten lore. It was the perfect sort of atmosphere to feel save and cozy inside a house. However, all that was about to change, for no matter how safe the humans inside their little comely houses it was, the abodes lining the streets had been constantly swathed in a dire threat that was approaching. It was coming closer, and was pinning down a straggling drunkard as he limped home from a local pub. The night was shattered by an earsplitting shriek. Raucous and raw, it tore through the night, jostling about the now unnerving atmosphere.

It was another victim. The slap of a broken body hit the streets of London, and soon the blood seeped down far into the cracks in the stones of the sidewalks. It spread about, like tiny rivers, and soaked the young body of the gentleman. Death was swift, though, and as soon as his misery had come, it had left just as quickly. The man had uttered a final gurgling, choking word, hoping to beg for his life from his deranged murderer. His slit neck was spraying his crimson life-force, and he started to babble incoherently. With his body spazzing, he felt his soul literally ripped from his body. His entire form disappearing in a hiss of smoke, the softly lambent form of soul twisted and writhed in the air. In a blink of the eye, though, it was gone.

The blazing red moon lit up the sky, pulsing in its hue as if some sort of ethereal heart ebbing within the body of the sky. The already clouded streets tinted red, not by the recent murder, no, but by the large bloodied moon, almost as if its life fluids had cascaded onto the city itself. The people made no noise, tucked safely away in their little beds, ignorant to the world around them...of the fate that may, or may, not await them.

Taptaptaptap…

The clicking of pointed heels was heard. The sound was swiftly gliding across rooftop to rooftop. There was a blur of crimson hair to match the current night sky, and a flash of demonic teeth, grinning widely. Donning a red coat, the being was like quicksilver, bounding in leaps from roof to roof. Finally, the form stopped, standing proudly atop a large bell-tower, his moist lips parted and long eyelashes fluttering as an overly flamboyant yet soft giggle ripped through the silent air, echoing like a hushed melody. With a lick of the lips, a gloved hand produced a small paper out of thin air, amber and green hued eyes scanning over it before tilting his glasses and leaning down to get a better view of the city and the auras within it.

A sigh.

Sugar sweet and churning through the midnight air like the smell of a smooth apple pie. Inviting.

Delicious.

The fox had found his prey...but would this be as easy as it seemed?

Another sigh was heard, but this was from a different being. This person glided along the lower streets in silence. Like a jaguar he made not a noise as he carefully strolled alone, his hands clasped behind him and resting on the small of his back. Only a faint noise- the sound of his headphones blasting a corruptible blend of bad techno and high volume bass—was heard faint from his ears.

He turned a corner of the street, quite happy to have made such a quick collection of that soul. Tucking away the small vial in the pocket of his heavy clergy robe, he made a silent, personal show of savoring his victorious mission. He smiled, his pendant swinging slightly with the motion of his steady, droll trod. It glistened in the ambiguous moonlight, and it glimmered with both radiance and a sense of macabre horror. That pendant was an eye. A single eye on a black cord, it hung around the boy's neck with much grandiose and reverence, just so he could fully honor his new God's name and words. He wouldn't leave anywhere without it, even if it meant wearing that in broad daylight... or the night, as well.

His eyes flicking back and forth, he searched the streets for another person to add to the collection. He had to gather souls for Noah's cause.

A light giggle, chortling like a pleased cat at the site of the clergyman, escaped the red donned…man? One could not tell, for he was surely so feminine in figure, mannerisms, and voice, that one would mistake him at first glance for a creamy skinned vixen. "Time to dance under the red moon, rip the songs of the night from each other's lips, and kiss away the pain. Aha~" Mischievous eyes narrowed intently at the seemingly unaware priest.

Eyes reflecting his mischievous demeanor, the Shinigami tilted his boot back, gently pushing the hulk of a bell forward. With a stifled cackle, he reared back, leaping from the bell tower and into the shadows as a small chain reaction began to stir within the tower. The monstrous bell swung back, ringing loudly into the air, vibrating in its baritone song.

Ding...dong...ding...dong.

The bell clanged as it struck the smaller ones in its swaying gait.

Ding ...dong...ding...dong.

The night air split open with the melodious chimes of the clock tower's bells, their tones stretching loudly through the city streets, waking up the few who dared to notice.

Hearing the distant clatter of the bell reverberating in the air, the young priest had stopped walking. Gently lifting a thin, sculpted hand, he plucked a single earbud from his ear and listened to the melodic chime. A bell, he thought to himself. At this ungodly hour? He was perplexed, to be honest. His emotionless blue eyes, seemingly representing the glazed eyes of some dead doll, seemed to now flicker with some sort of emotion, or feeling. A wry smirk slowly crept along his features, and he gently pushed his earbud back into his ear. "How amusing," he silkily purred to no one in particular. His voice was tender, mellow, and had a rushing sibilance only native to accents found in merry old England itself. "On such an evening like this, I am to be greeted by a God's lovely gift of music?" Placing one hand across his heart, he threw his other hand dramatically out towards the sky. "Ahhh... such sound, bestowed upon me...!"

Click, click, sliiiiiide...click, click, sliiide-SNAP! Clickclickclickclick!

Upon running from shadow to shadow, the overly excited reaper had slipped upon the wet, dew covered ground at the sheer eagerness of getting closer to that VOICE! Snapping his body to a wall and heaving a shaky sigh, not of fear, but from the slow throbbing of his lower extremities, he covered his mouth with two gloved fingers to stifle a sweet purring groan that threatened to escape his hot wet lips. Willing himself to settle down, he rolled his starlit eyes at his own behavior, a slightly toothy frown now apparent on his visage. "Ah, need to be more mature or I shall fail my William-sama. Keep it calm, keep it calm~!" He chanted the mantra, poking himself on both sides of his head with silk covered index fingers.

Hearing a slight 'clickclickclick' over the throbbing bass in his ear, the young priest, this time, took both earbuds out and let them dangle over the top of his mantle. Frowning deeply, his eyes once again flickered to the shadows that smothered every nook and cranny. He had heard something, he swore. Lightly closing his eyes, he hummed a little. His voice trembling ever so slightly from his musical notes he was trilling, he was focusing on any wavelengths within the area.

A timid, shy soul. Small, shaking. That was a mouse, about to be devoured by the cat that lurked a foot away from it, hidden beneath the swath of shadows from an overhanging roof.

A stronger soul, but crippled with age. Broad, resolute, this belonged to a very old, lazy dog that lay, sleeping away, upon the doorstep to a house.

An insanely strong one. Glorious in hue, and cracking with ethereal energy, this one sent shivers down Justin's spine.

Hearing the light footsteps of his prey stop made the Shinigami 'sweatdrop' with a look of embarrassment, muddled together with a flare of fear and enthrallment. So my prey, the sweet tongued clergyman, has noticed me~!, he thought to himself as he straightened his composure.

With a sigh of relief, he shoved aside his previous fear, raising a palm to rest upon his forehead. A low, luscious toned whisper hushed from his lips, barely audible, but just enough for the other to hear. "Ahh, what am I to do~? I have been found? Surely the golden haired panther will come my way~? Oh, hum... What to do~! What to dooo~!" His hushed sentence broke out into a habitually maniacal cackle, the air splitting with the sheer volume from its cherry red owner. The sound would caress the ears like a twisted missus.

And in an instant...

Gone.

Silence.

Nothing.