Justice comes...
Who: Justice, OT all Where: The Golden Eagle When: Monday night
It started innocently enough... a cloaked, hooded man had come from the dimension called Salacia, holding a small bag in his hand. After casting a spell, calling forth a dark avenger, a spirit of vengeance... one who's experienced pain, loss, suffering... and caused it as well.
Emptying the contents of the bag, which appeared to be some kind of dust, in a circle, casting a long spell in latin. The dust quickly took on the form of a young woman, who the man threw a plain, black, ninja-esque outfit to, to cover her nude form.
"You are being given a chance. To bring pain and death to those who deserve it. To protect those that have been hurt in the past. To bring about... Justice. Go forth... and let blood be shed."
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The following night... the entity known as Justice stood in The Golden Eagle. Clad from head to toe in a black, skintight catsuit, and her head and face covered with a mask that covered everything except for her striking eyes, she stood in the shadows, near the jukebox, observing everyone. She knew that demons and vampires tended to congregate here... and while violence was frowned upon on the premises... she knew if she saw someone who she wanted to destroy... she could merely follow them until they chose a victim... then pounce before the victim could be hurt.
Right now.... more than anything, she wanted to prove she belonged here. To prove to herself that she deserved to exist.