To the humans,it's only November of 2030. To Samantha, it feels like a few billion years. Always alone,hiding, running. Can't speak. Lost the only true friends she ever had. Can't touch anything without destroying it. Pitiful. However,something decided to change all of that for her at a point.
She lives in a tree basically. Nobody ever really pays attention. But she hears a few rumors now and then from her little perch. Apparently, the Infernal Circle,a council of demons lords and such, is trying to take half claim of power from Norghon, the necklace. She knew him once. He's a fool. And she knew exactly where he was.
Midist her journey, she came across several flocks of demons. Although Sam gives off a human impression, she holds a rather large impact on hell itself from her mere existence. She was getting a bit knocked around when fighting,haven't done it in years,before using a alchemy spurt to wipe out the remaining few large demons she didn't want to deal with.
She didn't notice, but there was a familiar pale rider on his horse on the cliff above, riding and watching. "She could do better, I suppose." as he spoke to himself. He took notice of her features; she looked like a pure human, only being able to see her body frame which seemed human as anything. She wore a hooded jacket, form fitting pants, and flat boots.
She gave off almost no unhuman energy sense until the alchemy power spurt, which made the pale riders horse, Despair, whine and shake a bit. "Calm down", the owner to the horse told him. "She didn't aim at us." Once the horse had calmed he realised the girl was walking on again. He decided to urge Despair forward and off the cliff, only slightly missing the small humanoid.
"Almost hit you. Would have been a first." The voice wasn't unfamiliar to Sam. She ignored him and tried to walk a bit faster, knowing that wouldn't stop him anyway. "Never squashed a demon with Despair before, your brother would know what thats like." The horse snorted as a reply and trotted faster to match Sam's walking speed.
Sam kept her pace faster and faster than the horses, trying to aim her face as much out of eye vision of Death's, the pale rider probably didnt care anyway. She could feel Death's eyes on her, it was highly unsettling. She started unintentionally growling, then proceeded to leap up onto another floating platform that still leads to her destination. The pale one spoke to his horse, "She might be headed for where I am. Lets go." And his horse responded by breaking into full sprint for the cave Sam was already arriving at in the distance.
