A Demon's Bane

The dry heat of Desierto. A place that Aojiro was currently trekking through without a care, the humidity of a warm front music to her stormy ways. She was actively looking for a demon of flames, one that had supposedly set fire to towns, cities, even sovereign nations just because he "felt like it". Such a devil may care attitude was the pinnacle that Aojiro sought in her strongest members; the wanton destruction only furthered her excitement when it came to meeting this individual. That is, if she could find him first. Her frustration at the demon's nomadic tendencies made him difficult to track. Though his path of destruction at least gave her a clue where he was coming from. As she stepped through each destroyed site, her Berserker Bloodline would hum in tandem, in tune with her desire to recruit this monster. If she didn't find him soon, she may very well have to find her own place to massacre, considering it had been so long since Aojiro had properly decimated something. Death was perhaps her best friend these days as she continue her carnage through the underworld, carefully picking off rival dark guild after rival dark guild, before adding their strengths to her own. But Aojiro digressed. "Where the hell is that bastard..." Aojiro thought, her lip curling into a sneer as she came upon his latest work. It felt like a match made in heaven...or maybe it was hell.