The owner was a young girl who looked barely fourteen maybe fifteen years of age dressed in a low cut black and red gothic dress filled with red frills. The dress was cut low exposing her creamy white thighs and the black garter she wore. Stockings ran up to her knees where they connected to said garter. She wore black high heel boots and carried a long staff on her back that was longer than she was. The girl's hair was a deep shade of black that cascaded down her back cut in a princess style around the forehead to show off her heart-shaped face and crimson red hues that glowed like gemstones.
"La de da de dai, Nothing but genocide. La de da de duh, Leaving behind an ocean of blood." The girl walked with a bounce in her step as the crowds parted to make way for her. Many who were aware of just who she was, as this strange girl had a fearsome reputation, known as the Witch of Carnage across Fiore for the travesties she had committed in the last seventy years.
Ignoring the looks she was receiving, Yumi was making her way to one of the local bars in Crocus. She was to meet up with an old friend. The two had met up not long ago and decided to lend each other a hand. Yumi had been undertaking numerous dark acts lately with the world being in chaos with the appearance of the Seraphim and Demon kind popping in and out. Though the appearance of the two races had died down, chaos was still around as people were sorting out their lives. The crime rate had gone up significantly even here in Crocus.
Laughing to herself the demoness skipped into the local tavern and headed towards the bar. She was waiting for an old guild member of hers to arrive, Odin. She had met him many weeks ago in Era along with two other interesting individuals. Humming a soft melody the demoness ordered a strawberry milkshake out loud. The order got strange looks from everyone present as others even laughed and mocked her. Sneering the demoness unleashed an explosive wave of killer intent from her body. The murderous aura swept through the bar installing fear in everyone. Eyes glowed red as the demoness glared daggers at one of the men who mocked her, making him gulp and collapse to the floorboards.
Turning to the bartender, Yumi barked ordering him to hurry up with her order. Normally the demon would order an alcoholic drink in the way of whiskey or scotch, but she wanted to satisfy her sweet tooth with a delicious strawberry milkshake.
WC: 544