A man slowly walked down an empty road. Trash, bullet casings, skeletons, and other sorts littered the area. Yet, he wasn't bothered, let alone, even notice. In his grasp was a small fluffy creature, which he gently pet occasionally. "We're alone here, it seems nobody remains to greet us home. Are you alright, friend?". The small creature squeaked, which prompted another pet. "We're almost to the church. I'll start a fire in case you're cold.". He pushed a door open, creaking with its ever rusted hinges. An old pire was on its side, covered in cobwebs. Cases containing tomes were still locked, possibly preserving the texts within. He set the creature down on a cushion and pulled a small bag from his pocket, untying it to take a pinch of dust and sprinkle it into the pire after setting it upright. He took a lighter from a separate pocket and lit a mass of leaves and sticks, though growing into larger flames than normal and of a soft pinkish lavender hue. The light it cast gently illuminated the dusty floorboards in proximity, the man closed the doors and sealed off any other openings, then added more fuel to the fire. He took a deep breath in as the smoke started to collect, "Thats... better.". He closed his eyes, relaxing. Upon opening them again, in his eyes was a glow of purple, and a deep chuckle left his lungs, his voice related in tone, "Much better...".
