- Looking for crew to sail Lamia's Slaving Vessel The Rozen Queen (Has own dream for the ship).
- Looking for Port Artists.
- Lamia is not looking for slaves at this time. Thank you <3

Darkness has you running, footsteps swift as the storm overhead hovers and swirls as if smoke from the maw of a dragon, a flash of lightning and you advert your eyes, you are lost, not a face in sight as the tree above you gives minimal protection from cold water that seems to fall in endless droves upon the land, its sound almost deafening as you plot your destination. As heated breath rolls from your parted jaws it turns to whisps of fog before your eyes, cold air beckoning you to find shelter lest it rob you of your heat and leave you stranded in the rain. Another clash of light and you speed off, chest rising and falling with each hardened breath as you make a run for it, a building old as time catching your gaze though the promise of sanctuary was held within its walls; A cathedral.

Hand gripping the dark metal handle the tall double doors open with a groan, though you see nothing but darkness, worried you turn to go back but inside it is dry, warm, swallowing hard you enter the dark chapel closing the doors behind you as all falls silent, sound seeming sucked form the air other then the small beat of rain upon the stained glass, though the soft glow of a few candles offers only minimal sight upon the interior. As your gaze travels up the old stone walls you see the looks of abandonment, spiders having long left their mark upon pewter and bronze as you let your hand glide across the soft dark wood of the church seats. Moving forward you come to kneel before the altar, eyes gazing up to where would hang a cross of intricate silver though that is when you saw it, solid gleaming violet eyes that pierced the darkness; You were not alone.

"W-Who is t-there!" you call out but the eyes are still, unmoving, perhaps they were a reflection of the stained glass, no outside was dark you were just there and the light, the darkened violet was constant "I swear you better tell me who you are!" you called out again but a flash of lightning has you raise your hand to shield your eyes, looking back the light was gone. "I should be asking you that question, but this is a church as old as time itself open to whomever seeks shelter within its walls" your eyes widen as that voice reaches you, its tone deep its gender male and older then yourself. Hearing a light breath upon the air you realize the man is behind you, swiftly you turn only to be face to face with those gleaming eyes, swirling hues of every violet rolling over the dark amethyst like water, no pupil, no iris, a solid band of violet. He was eye to eye with you and as you stepped back into the light of the candles you find he is more then he appears. Rising to full height those eyes closed, the form of the man coming into the light and soon you realize what you face is not human.

Stepping into the light you find his form to be lithe, muscles showing that of a hunter though flowing seamlessly into the beauty of the creature, lifting your gaze you swallow hard, eyes focusing upon the mans expression as thin faint rose colored lips formed almost an amused grin, tips of elongated canines peeking out from just beneath them. At first you think vampire but something seemed different, adverting your gaze from those gleaming eyes you notice horns sprouted from the mans skull, just past the temple they were smooth as a dragons would be, sloping back to end just behind his skull as the tips curled up in a slight 'hook'. By the sharpened tips you could tell they were used to impale, gore, and lock with the horns of another of his kind, silken tresses falling in a gentle cascade around them to frame the carved and smooth complexion of his face, the back falling to leave the tips to feather just past the back of his knees its color a soft lightened violet. Stepping towards you he would rest his shoulder upon a cracked stone pillar to your right, those eyes never leavign your form though a rush of air told you of what was still hidden partialy within the darkness. Seeing the outline of a wing you thought them to be odd, a type not often seen for the tops of the large appendages sat the ashen feathers of a fallen angel, though halfway down it melted flawlessly into the thick black membrane of a bat, it was then you realized what creature you face; A demon.