Enigmatic hell hounds croon havoc, vexation upon the golden urban jungle, while the predatory gaze of the hunter remain fixated...The worthless maggots of the privileged and power remains nestled within the safety of sovereign walls. They suckle, drink heavily at thee breast of wealth and comfort...She was born into a very different worth...birthed into a world of lecherous animosity and fevered bedlam based upon the preaching of depravity. Based within the throes of primeval world, of primal instinct and fervid inamorata. Oh, the old testaments, and wills upon which the livid enchantments of history confound upon, ligaments and tissues of a lascivious heart of archaic, rustic mystery.

How profound, this Bible of deceit, it bids you welcome dear audience. Stay, if but for the breath of a moment and let the spider welcome you, o' gracious guest, unto the very enthralling lips of enigmatic Eden. Walk among those of barbaric enticement, lingering primeval ghosts. Prolific monoliths of times well passed, and yet still they remain, straying remnants of a world which refuses to change. Taste the euphoric rapture, the bitter, acrid knife of betrayal slipping amorously between lithe, dulcet ribs. Enthrall in the cataclysmic mutiny of two worlds expanding, imploding, clashing against one another in a heated affair.

These humans...so clever...so resourceful...radiating beauty in their intelligence and ingenuity...but here they walked in the wake of monstrous beasts, their paths unfurled as if coaxing closer, closer still the rush of a curious mind until gnashing severity of fangs sever all thought from a feeble stem and cerebral musings.

And as she stared up at the moon and the coldness of the night sent ripples along her skin the whimpering of the lost disturbed her silent prayer...golden eyes revealed, looking over her shoulder at her...'partner'...Husk...a man masked in ivory yet draped in ebony...darkness and sin pouring from his soul as much as it did hers.

Her gaze softened...he knew why where were here...why else would they be? Amethyst eyeshadow and lipstick decorated her features...her uniform hugging her curves and her golden gaze flicking back and forth for a moment.

"The Target will arrive soon...remember the plan." She mused, her french accent thick as she adjusted her rifle, looking through her scope and magnifying it towards City Hall...politics and the press gathered all around the building as she huffed. The target would be arriving for his speech soon...an important and wealthy figurehead of The Initiative who had been pushing several new acts and making moves that were...unfavorable to Providence...and her assignment was to remove him from the equation. Husk? Little more than a bomb meant to draw attention.

Ultraviolet however would remain here...atop a clocktower in the heart of Kingsport, perfect sights on the entirety of city hall. The perfect vantage point...and unguarded as they felt safe nestled in the busom of such wealth and security.

"Ten minutes..." She muttered...more to herself than to the man behind her...likely enjoying a rather pleasant view of the city...among other things.