It wasn't long after following the chubby boy around would Ariael be approached by a priest and given a note. The note only had an address on it and he knew very well what that meant. For over thirty minutes he walked around the abandoned streets of Dahlia in search of wherever the address would lead him. He hadn't been in Dahlia for that long, so it was hard for him to navigate the streets. Ariael had almost decided to stop the search, but he still needed to gather up as much jewels as he could and a small hit would suffice.

As the minutes continued to pass, it wouldn't be long before Ariael found the location of the address. The place was a house, but it seemed abandoned. At one point he would begin to wonder if he was walking in an ambush, but he didn't doubt his fighting capabilities. If enemies appeared from the dark, then he would take care of them quickly. Walking towards the house, Ariael would ignore the front door and make his way towards the back. If a target was indeed inside, then it would be best not to alert them.

After arriving in the back, Ariael would proceed to break in by climbing through a window. He would begin making his way around the house in search of anything living. Ariael walked around the house for about five minutes before he figured that it was empty, but scratches on a floor near a closet caught his attention. Walking towards the closet, he would examine it and figure out that it was a door of some kind. After pushing the closet open would he find a door behind it. Grabbing the knob, he would direct all his strength into his hand and twist it.

The force of his hand cause the lock to pop allowing for him to open the door. Behind the door was stairs and he would proceed to walk down them. He could hear voices growing louder and louder as he descended the stairs. The only thing he could think was that they were some type of cult working in the house's basement. After making his way to the bottom of the staircase, Ariael would catch sight of about ten people. They seemed very ordinary, but they were holding conversations are sets of candles. Moments after would they realize he was with them.

With a quick lunge, Ariael would cover the floor of the room and proceed to grab the eldest by the face, shoving the back of his head against the cemented wall. The others would try to run up the stairs, but Ariael was far more faster than all of them. He maneuvered around the room like a tornado, grabbing ahold of any form of life and ripping it away in a heartbeat. He could careless, as long as the jewels from the hit were sent his way he would be happy.

It would only take a minute for Ariael to do the job. Afterwards would he leave and begin walking the streets of Dahlia once again.