Sub-Terra Graveyard

The Graveyard

Neglected for years upon years, even before Armageddon took place, the old graveyard is lost among the rotting trees. Worn gravestones, tangled among dead roots and crumbling flowers, are settled deep into soggy mud and grass, their bare heads and shoulders bowed humbly, their faded names muffled by age and time. Each grave is pressed into close proximity of the others, no room spared for walking, no ground wasted for anything other than a hollow cavern where a corpse now lays, decomposed into nothing but dust below the earth’s surface. Corralled and crowded by sharp wrought iron fences, they jostle for a position in this desolate graveyard to observe the passing of the seasons, no longer graced by the presence of visitors other than the occasional raven who would alight in the gnarled old oak tree which is rotting though somhow still standing.
© Zero for the description

Racklor flies in and lands just inside the fence "hmm i like this, nice and dead."

"Indeed." Ender replied smoothly, yawning as if he has just woken up. He slowly rose from where he was resting, standing to his full height.

Racklor looked at the demon "i have good news"

"Oh, and may I ask what it is?" He said in a content way. Still stretching from when he stood up.

"i have sucessfully recruited another devil to Vicis Nex." his name is Asmodeus. he is a a king of hell, the lust incarnate. he is a powerful one if i remember from my home."

Ender smiled at this, even if he wasnt fond of most devils. He thought he;d enjoy telling a devil what to do. "Excellant."

"have you found any potetial recruits yet?"

He nodded his head back and forth. "I have some ideas, but I have not acted on them. Though now we have other concerns, such as a rival gang erupting out of thin air. They seem quite powerful."

"what of these gangs?"

"They are rumered to have some strong members. We'll have to watch our backs. He replied, not negitively, but in a mere conversationlist way.

"oh and i have areangged a deal with the SS captain" Racklor smirks evily

"And what would that be?" Ender replied, remembering the basterd.

"it was a deal to keep the SS out of our hair for the most part. at a price of 20% of the gangs income from our captured area. "

Ender shrugged. "Speaking of money, I use to work with it quite often, may I have control of it? If it isn't a problem." He smirked.

Racklor's face went grim. "i will recieve the money then take out my pay and the Dante's 20% then you can take your pay then distrubut the rest, if any, to the underlings that are deserving of monetary compesation, for example capturing and possibly defending areas for us would mean monetary compensation"

Ender nodded. "Sounds fair to me." He knew how he ws going to spend it already, but he would try Racklors plan first.

Racklors face went to its normal. "then if that is settled i must go, i have things to do and people to find." and with that he launched off the ground and soared toward Eether.

He gave a wave as he left, getting what he wanted. "Until next time." He wandered out of the area, seemingly to nowhere.

With a light step, accompanied by a subtle humming, Catharine danced quietly into the graveyard. The black coat she had recently borrowed from her new accquaintance was wrapped tightly about her lithe body as she wove her way through the lines of crowded and jostling stones. She paused once, her humming lifting into a lovely song, near a marble crypt shoved far back and forgotten in the corner of the graveyard. There, she shifted to her feline form, wriggling her slender form through a crack in the stone. In but the span of a few moments, the stone door was pried partiall open, and she departed from the gloomy, decrepid depths, dressed yet again in her blue dress.
"I will be waiting right here
Only to roam
When the bells chime like there is no tomorrow (and you're gonna take me home)~"

*Misery walking through sighs sitting on a grave stone with his notepad out. he is just writing info down he has learned and drawing a few things while quietly singing to himself*

Hey Jude don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better...

*appears, sitting atop the marble crypt*
Who do you wait for, Cat?

Lifting her gaze up, she yet offered naught but another inane smile to him, and again closed silently the door of her crypt, making sure to leave a single crack in the door so that it would air out. Her soft voice continued to float amidst the night air for a few more verses, her warm breath but adding to the chill mist hanging over the graveyard.
"Never gonna ever gonna belong to another, no
Never gonna ever gonna belong to another, no..."
As she sang, she leapt elegantly to the roof of the crypt where he sat, and joined him there, closing her eyes briefly as she murmured the last phrase.
"Leave me alone I am not an angel yet...~"
When she opened her eyes, she merely winked at him, and looked over the graveyard without a further sound. Her eyes rested momentarily on the newcomer, and her hands clenched about the edge of marble for a moment, her knuckles white as she resisted the urge to approach him.

*he continues writing and sketching and singing*
Hey Jude don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better

*nods his head in misery's direction*
So. Who's he?