Eliminating the Sun[Job|Invidia]

The doll sat in the window of an old antique store, staring silently out at those that passed by the large glass panes. The single streetlamp in front illuminated her like a spot light would on a stage; the smile drawn upon her lips seemed to let those know how she reveled in the attention - that was, of course, the reason why Invidia chose this particular antique shop to gain her rest. And so, she sat there. In one instance the doll existed behind the glass and in the next moment a man's shadow passed over her and then it was gone; dissolved into the shadows like sugar in water. From a nearby darkened alleyway Invidia formed, stepping out of the rippling shadows as one would from behind a satin curtain. The shadows slid from her mortal form, like silk upon skin, as she stepped into the flood of artificial light created by the street lamp.

In an instant, Invidia snapped herself awake. Her green, silky hair exposed itself to be puffy, courtesy of the bedhead she had been given. God, did she look horrible as a doll. There was no way she had ever caked her face with that much powder.

Hosenka was a day like any other. Problems-ridden for at least another day, Invidia eyed the ceiling of her apartment room, wondering what was in store for her today. A sigh escaped her lips as she covered her face with her pillow. Silence took over the room until her stomach couldn't handle the atmosphere any longer and growled. Shooting up immediately, she decided to finally get up and start her daily activities.

Sluggishly relieving pressure off her bed, Invidia arrived in the washroom. She grabbed her toothbrush and applied the mint-flavored paste, scrubbing her pearly whites. Front to back. Side to side. Rinse and repeat. And fall asleep. Somehow still upholding her posture, the succubi had knocked out whilst keeping balance on her feet. There were times when she tilted side to side, though never completely falling down. When she finally awoke, hours later, the toothbrush was hanging from her lips. Her eyes drowsy, the undead acted as if nothing had happened, though even for her, this was definitely a special case.

"Breakfast..." she moaned, making her way over to the kitchen in hopes of making something delicious and comforting to her stomach. Nothing specific came to mind therefore eggs were sizzling on a pan a few moments later. Invidia opened the fridge for more ingredients. Instead, she noticed that her refrigerator was empty, reminding her to head to shop for groceries just as soon as she finished eating breakfast. While her pancakes were finishing up, the she-monster got changed to something that would be better off than her pajamas. She sat down, took a bite out of her pancake and eggs, and got up, dumping the food into the trash and the dish into the sink for later before stating the obvious. "It's not breakfast."

For someone who enjoyed food as much as Invidia, one would suggest that shopping was no big deal for her. That person could not have been more wrong in any other situation. The she-monster abhorred the thought of shopping or activity in general. As someone with looks that force men around her in bars, she firmly believed that everything that she received was due to her everlasting beauty and charm, nothing else within the equation. She sighed as she thought about it, contemplating on if she should just stay home, putting it off for another day. It wasn't too late. She didn't leave the house yet. With her hand on the doorknob, she hesitated on whether or not to twist the knob and allow the light into her epitome of darkness that was known as her apartment. Alas, she gathered the courage to work the job that she had unintentionally put off for quite some time. As the door loomed opened, a white piece of paper took place at the doorstep. A letter. Invidia pondered at whatever could it be; guessing games were a lot more fun than simply opening the mysterious letter. In the end, spending fifteen extra minutes pondering wasn't going to get her anywhere. Invidia simply cut open the letter with some blood formed into a small knife. She hadn't noticed it before, but the stamp was of an insignia she had recognized. A week or two beforehand, a rich family had offered to pay a huge amount of cash to any mage who would be willing to retrieve their daughter from a tower. To Invidia, this job wasn't what she normally did; darker jobs tended to pay out more. However, realizing the risks, the client offered quite a high sum of jewels in return for her services. "Guess the groceries can wait..." she quietly announced to herself. After all, how was she to pay for the groceries without any money?

The ocean-green eyes of the sanguine mage lit up in the dark forest, feline eyes in the midst of night. Perceptive and yet oddly beautiful, Invidia traversed the terrain to head to the supposed meeting spot as well as the location for the job. The famed Mystic Tower, rumored to be a mysterious terrain where those who entered never make it out. Mages who loomed closer and closer towards the architectural structure tend to be drawn towards the magical power that emitted. All the reason more for Invidia to take on this said job. With everything Invidia did, no matter how silly they seemed, the blood knight always had a motive. Eccentric as she was, she knew what she was doing.

The Mystic Tower was in sight, though still a few hundred steps away. She paused while staring at the rumored tower, feeling the magical energy it possessed. But that wasn't all she noticed. The more she stared at the structure, the more her magical pool of energy seemed to be siphoned. A smile appeared on her face. She enjoyed this job already.