Zael was destined for more, he knew this, yet somehow it felt as if instead of going out there and conquering the world, he was waiting for something to happen. He hadn't received word from hell in a while so he really just lacked direction. With a defeated sigh he moped around the city, wiggling his nose at the scent of dead fish lingering around. The smell of dead humans was one thing but dead fish? Even the Nephilim of the Night couldn't fathom such a stench. "Then find something to do." Susan croaked as she floated beside her master. Nobody else was capable of seeing her. Not unless he wanted them to. Susan was a spirit and she would only become tangible if he used mana to summon her.
The twisted, hideous creature was always beside her young lord. Hell, she might as well have been an aunt. "You know what..." Zael stopped in the middle of the street. Slowly a sinister grin stretched his lips. "I think I will." He murmured. "Alright everyone, you've got sixty seconds to clear the streets before I kill you all!" He boldly shouted. The conversations slowly came to a simmer, but most people just looked at him weird. They didn't believe a child was capable of doing such a thing but that was the type of energy the fallen fed off of. "I'm warning you~" he sung.