It had been a full day since his last job and Ariael found himself wandering the wild marsh of Dahlia. From his position he could see countless farms. Bugs flew all around the area, attracted to no light in particular. His contractor had notified him that this would probably be his last job. Apparently this one would have a bigger payout than the last two. Something that Ariael loved the sound of. Hidden in a simple cloak, Ariael made his way across a small bridge. He was to invade at least three of the farms and make it appear as the families were heretics.

He knew of the demonic scene, so framing someone for devil worship was probably the easiest thing he could do. Making his way towards the first farm, he would jump the fence and head towards the chicken's coop. Quickly he would grab a chicken and end its life in a flash. After killing the chicken, Ariael would make his way towards a window where he would silently pry it open then go inside. He would walk around the house looking for the detain person. After entering the room he would rip the chicken open and begin to use it blood to draw various symbols.

Some people might have thought the symbols war harmless, but he ,made sure to use powerful symbols. After doing so Ariael would make his way back out of the window and go towards the second farm. Making his way inside of the farm, Ariael would go towards the basement and begin arranging it to appear as a prayer place. He gathered a few candles that lined the wall and formed them into a circle. Using a rock, he would chalk up the cements and draw symbols that would connect each candle to each other.

Finally would he make his way towards the third farm. Attempting to enter it quietly through the back door, he would come face to face with a teenage girl who would lock eyes with him. With a quick lunge, he would move towards the girl and grab her neck with both hands. After squeezing the life from her he would grab a knife from the kitchen and begin to carve her body up. He would drag her all inside the house and then proceed to leave while carrying her bleeding body across his shoulder. Maneuvering through the marsh, Ariael would find a rough patch of dirt and would bury the female's body.

It was simply another night of jobs and a set of easy ones at that. He would slowly leave the marsh in his blood stain cloaked. He was now far richer than the average person in Fiore. Sooner or later would he have to visit a merchant in order to purchase some more equipment. Since arriving in Fiore had he changed tremendously and he needed to adapt if he was to do what he sought. A slight smirk would creep up his face as he thought of his plans.