Death.... no, not Death, never Death again Celia stands on top of a roof, the lights from mortal dwellings just barley shine on her, allowing her to see the blood on her claws..... blood that will never be her love's blood, blood that will forever be meaningless to her, not worth the effort to let it dry onto her ink dark skin. Celia sighs, pulling her worn duster jacket closer to her body "Why do I keep doing this? So... meaningless..." Celia said to herself before jumping down onto the sidewalk, almost not caring if a mortal sees her moving about