Acrail continued to fly looking back occasionaly to see if his pursuer had given up hope. Normaly Acrail would stand and fight this man to the death but he had not given many sacrafices to demon Bane recently an his body was detiriorating. He began to loss altitued as he continued to fly if he ws to keep up like this he wouldn't live through another day. He landed with a heavy thud on the ground and began sprinting trying to find some helpless passer-by to sacrifice to the great blade. Acrails eyes widened when he spotted two men standing alone in an alley and as he ran past he let his massive sword hue off there head in one sweep. Almost instantly his body began to return to its ageless healthy state. he stopped and turned to face his unkown enemy holding the sword in one hand and a small black orb in the other and was preparing to throw this at his opponent.

From up above Aseth let out a sharp squeal of suprise when what looked like a young god struck down the men below. He had been sitting on the rooftop when Acrail's shadow had got his attention, and he had since followed him to one of the many dark alleys of the city. What he had not been expecting was murder. That kind of thing just didn't happen in Silva.
He crept back a little, after making the noise, to try and hide himself from the murderer, hoping he was not going to be next. Another plus was that this way he didn't have to look at the severed head, or gore-slick walls if he was further back on the roof. Throwing up over the edge was a bad idea.

Acrail was not sure where his enemy was hiding but saw it safer to through the orb anyway. As it had contact with the ground the small ball spread upwards till it was a wall of darkness that covered the small alley-way and would hopfully stop the pursuers dead in their tracks. This wall was one of Acrails greatest asets and showed whoever gazed into the black void of darkness their worst fear and could drive them to the brink of insanity or do as little as cause them to turn away. He smiled seeing as he would now have some time to escape or plan his next move.

As soon as the growing darkness started to look like an endless icy hell, Aseth was off. Whatever was going on was way over his head, and messing with it would not only be dangerous, but also no fun. Instead, he had decided to sprint back across the rooftops to the Lost Soul, where he felt relativley safe, surrounded by people who didn't like to see him troubled.
Within seconds he was almost a block away, and still going.