Clouds were smeared along the canvas of the sky in a chaotic touch of brown and grey. There was sharp wind rustling along the barren streets, and whistling through the alleyways. Said breeze clawed into the heavens occasionally giving birth to glimpses of a falling sun that would throw devilish shadows.
Then as if the maleficent display of overcast sorrow could not worsen? The heavens opened up and water fell from the sky in torrents. A storm that would chill to the bone and leave those caught out in it shivering.
A lady in red was a striking contrast to the muted grey tones of the afternoon, her figure leaning up against the door frame of some unnamed store. The the overhang of the roof just enough to protect her from the spray of droplets that danced with the wind.
How destitute, the succubi mused. Such weather reminded her of the night she had died.
