Antiva, a land of murder, swine and filth! She could remember feeding here before, enjoying the rebellions she helped fan to life. It felt like tasting your favorite meal again, enjoying the way their misery tasted. It brought back memories and they were so incredibly pleasant ones! She sighed as she hit the docks, the tan leather boots caused the boards of said dock to creak and groan. Zanthe paid it no mind. She walked forward and stayed with her hands within her pockets. Zanthe quickly found herself a little elf to dine on.
Based on what she had overheard, his coins were stolen by some unknown man. A pity! Thieves in Antiva City?! Oh, Maker, what ever
would they do?! Zanthe laughed a bit beneath her breath as she walked by, simply reaping her meal and walking onwards. Better to leave more misery to brew than to listen to more of the damn whining! Ugh, she couldn’t stand it. Fucking whiners, the lot of them! Turning into an alleyway, Zanthe stumbled upon a mugging. A human man being beaten down by a small cluster of elves who paused in the beating only to look at her!
The demon waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t let me ruin the fun, boys.”
Zanthe rested herself against the wall. Showing no signs of aggression or showing any desire to stop this, they continued on. She could feel eyes upon her, more than just the eyes of those who were before her. Who else found this interesting? Or was it her they found interesting? She hardly cared though. “What’d he do?”
She ultimately asked as the man officially fell into a state of unconsciousness.
Typical men, starting fights and ignoring questions! They attempted to gang up on Zanthe, not liking her questions or presence anymore. The larger of the cluster placed a hand on her shoulder. No doubt that chill from her skin made him shift, she could feel his discomfort. He tightened the grip upon her shoulder and threatened her again. All Zanthe did was laugh before pulling out a blade and sinking it deep within his chest cavity. She liked that one, she thought a bit sadly. He had potential!
“Now, can you all go back to robbing people like good little thieves? I’d rather not stain my boots with any more of your low quality blood.”
The demon said waving that bloodied knife around. The dead body of their friend hit the ground when she’d removed it. “Get along before I decide elves are on the menu for dinner tonight.”
That sparked something in the rowdy gang who quickly bolted, leaving their friend behind.
It’d be a shame to let a body just go to waste or its objects to be exact. Zanthe began to rummage through pockets and pull items of worth from the dead elf. Clearly they were very skilled thieves! She had two coin purses and a necklace before long.