Akuma walked to the place she dared to call home. If home could be described as a half collapsed house on an abandoned road. There was no need to go through the front door when there was a hole on the side of the house. So she went through the hole big enough for her to walk through without bending down, and tossed her bag on the ground. With a grunt, she sat down and took a loaf of bread out and began to eat. Akuma slid her eyes off the bread and to the only valuable belong she had, her father's scythe. The scythe was passed down generation to generation by her ancestors, it had been in ancient wars by the generals of Shadow Devils who where bestowed upon the scythe. She wondered if the Shadow Devils some how replaced her,the lost general of the Shadow Devil clan. Maybe the damned Dark Lord gave birth to a new blood line. Maybe she let her ancestors down in that regard. She never stopped practicing with her fathers scythe, not seance everything went to hell. She jolted up at the sound of crunching leafs, it could just be some animal or a traveler. Could be some angry merchant who came to seek revenge from her. She quietly walked up to her scythe and stood in a defensive stance in the middle of the room with a watch full eye on all of the holes anyone could easily get in.