Akaiya Daemos
The Misguided Angel of Death
Akaiya Daemos laughed as she watched the cantina go up in flames. It wasn't her fault really. They didn't have to laugh when she slipped on that wet spot on the floor. They really should have put a sign up or something. Their own stupidity had been their downfall. She wouldn't have had to kill them all if they had been smarter. She stopped to watch the flames for a moment before turning to walk a down the street. A pile of dead bodies lie on the floor of that cantina, piled in front of the door so that those who were still alive would have a harder time escaping the flames.
She whistled a happy tune as she strolled down the street. The vibrosword at her waist was still tinted red, but she would solve that problem soon enough. The cantina was in a rather out of the way location in a rugged crime ridden part of the city she was in. There was really no reason she shouldn't be able to get away before someone came to investigate the fire she had started.
She whistled a happy tune as she strolled down the street. The vibrosword at her waist was still tinted red, but she would solve that problem soon enough. The cantina was in a rather out of the way location in a rugged crime ridden part of the city she was in. There was really no reason she shouldn't be able to get away before someone came to investigate the fire she had started.