A New World Order?

Would you Taste this Fruit of Mine? A Dark Prince's Temptation
"She's here, hm?" An unknown figure thought aloud, his feet touching down upon the ground with a light tap. His body would be draped in dark blue silk, a hood wrapped over his head to create a chilling silhouette to cover his visage. The wind of the material world's Mexico environment caused the bottom tresses of his coat to flap and flourish around his otherwise black linen robes from within. A pale complexioned face would spread a thin smile, hinting at the pearly whites shining with a sinister gleam behind the folds of flesh. Indigo hued irises shined an anticipatory light, carrying on the purposeful gait he made towards what seemed like an abandoned church.

It was one of the only sole standing structures within this ghost town he came across. Most of it was ramshackled, broken down by the hazardous storms that would cascade across its unmaintained properties. Dust bunnies rolled across dust covered streets, vermin gathered over rotting corpses and trash, accented with the occasional howl and barking of distant packs of coyotes. The epitome of isolation is what the town embodied; a perfect place to hide for the likes of whom he was seeking.

Pushing the doors of the church open, he would see a slightly less dusty interior than he would have believed to be. Rows of benches were all lined up in a proper setting, some noticably with cracks and dents in them while others only with a few nicks and stains embedded into their surfaces. Beautiful stained glass filtered the Sun's light through to cast a colorful luminous shine upon the altar of the upraised pastorial platform.

Humorously enough, it was also where he saw the woman he was after. Lazying about over the altar itself, she seemed to be clenching a liquor bottle in one hand of local variety and sleeping. How soundly the visitor couldn't say.

After his footsteps creaked for a good precarious minute of entry, the lapse of the outdoor wind howling, and the audible chuckles of the interloper the voice would be heard. "Pardon me, but are you the owner of this building?"