A 'demon' descended upon the streets of Oak, making its way like flowing water through the crowds that began to gather. The 'demon' parted them with ease slipping through barely touching the peons that stood in its path. This 'demon' took the shape of what one could only call as a harmless little old lady, however she was more than just a harmless old woman. She was a ruthless Mage who had lived many years on the battlefield clashing with many magi. She was a magi who did not refer to herself as such but called herself a Witch. Her power did not come from a simple magical energy that coursed through her, but her unyielding faith in her almighty God.
The deadly old woman stood at only a simple four ten in height with a thin build, but even then she stood tall and she appeared not so harmless anymore. She vented a deadly aura with every step she took that forced the streets to part making way for her. The dulled crimson hues that once shined like an emerald in her youth cut through the crowds, making many a civilian sweat at the feeling of death the old woman excreted. A thin veil of black magical flowed from her body as a wave of killer intent seemed to roll off her.
The old woman dressed in her kimono ignored the simpleton fools as her waraji patted against the stone path. The pearls of the needle that bound her hair in a bun dangled in the breeze as it blew by, gently rustling the woman's clothing. This old woman was known as Yumi, to those who knew her she was a religious zealot Worshiping the Chaos God of War, Death, Courage, Rage, Strength and Hate, Khorne or his true name Kharneth when spoke in the Chaos' daemonic Dark Tongue. Not only was a worshiper of the Chaos God, but she was also a member of Grimoire Heart, known only to her fellow members.
Yumi was the oldest living member of Grimoire Heart having been a part of the guild for thirty plus years. Her name was known by almost every member of the world whispered positively and negatively. She was known for having a fiery temper and would lash out the moment she was crossed. It had become abundantly clear one should never bring up the woman's age, less their skull be added to her throne, and their blood offered to her God. Yumi had already ended the lives of some her fellow Guild Mates who had dared anger her; quickly word spread to every recruit to avoid the wrath of the old woman less they end up dead. Yumi had her patience, but a word of her age was a line you should never cross as it was clear she had a complex.
The old woman held back a sneer as a youth bumped into her. The youth apologised profusely before running off leaving the old woman be. Yumi turned away and made her way towards the fountain situated by the streets. She wished to get away from these heathens and offer a prayer to her lord. As she walked the old woman would chant her scriptures beneath her breath, yet seemed to echo with every step.
"My Master is the Beginning, and he is the End. He is the Master of mortals and the core of our Dead Hearts. Deny him, and you deny yourselves. Honour him, and acknowledge he to whom we owe it all. As proclaimed in the Saga of Khorne." Chanted the old woman, receiving looks from those around her, having never heard such words before in their life, but the Khorne Priestess ignored them.
By the time she had finished, the old woman had found herself before a scene by a fountain of water. Before Yumi were two youths who seemed all by familiar. First was a young woman in her twenties with flowing white hair, pale blue eyes and stood five foot five in height, towering over Yumi. Across from the old woman attempting to sway the young lady was a boy, though she called him a boy was a more a young man only a few years younger than the girl, black hair, golden eyes and over six feet in height. The height of the two youths irked the old woman as it reminded her of her short stature.
The old woman saw not to interrupt as they bantered back and forth and proceeded to conceal her presence sealing of her mana and intent, forcing them deep into her core. The woman, called Carnage by her Guildmates, picked up the names they called one another E and Crow. The names seemed to ring with the old lady's memories, and she thought back, attempting to remember where she heard of them. A light bulb went off at the realisation; they were members of Grimoire Heart. The appearance of the two seemed familiar to the old woman as she had been there at their inductions when they were first recruited watching from the shadows.
Carnage approached her features set in a permanent scowl as her eyes appeared closed, deciding to finally show her presence, offering up her voice which came out in a tone that while soft, was rough from age and battle, "I see naught has changed, since last words I heard of thee." Said the old woman as she addresses both youths.
Yumi took a step forward following by another, appearing to glide across the streets with grace one would not expect from one her age. While time has passed, it appeared it had not affected the abilities of the old woman, "Perhaps ye would be wise to move thy conversation away from prying eyes, less ye continue to draw the attention of these heathens." Spoke up the old woman once more using her head to incline towards the gathering of spectators who like Yumi were drawn to the youths, listening in on their conversation. The eyes of many were upon them eyeing with lust and jealousy.
Yumi snorted in annoyance as she focused on the crowd and unleashed her magical energy and killer intent. The two mixed together forming tongues of mana appearing as black flames that flickered from her body. The black aura rose up engulfing the old woman as it struck upon the crowd unleashing a terrifying pressure and the old woman's desire to kill, quickly forcing the crowd to depart running away in fear of the grey haired woman. Yumi tsked as she sealed off her power, "Cowards."
With the crowd gone only the three remained in the once bustling streets of Oak. Yumi turned back to the two youths, "Now where were we, Crow, E. This one known as Carnage surely hopes ye are receiving of one another." The way she spoke had a deadly tone to it as she flashed a smile that could only be described as wrong and out of place on the old womans lips as she enquired if the two were getting along.