So this is where the twosome from the Cathedral had led him. Didn't seem to be much of a place for a death to occur; however, his instincts weren't denying him now. Someone was going to die, or at least come close to it. And if he guessed right, the dalma and relowockee would have something to do with it.
As if the four hunters already here weren't enough, yet more rustling announced the presence of a fifth. One would have to look really, really hard in order to catch the movement in the undergrowth north of the approaching dalma, relowockee, battleheart, and albie, but it was guaranteed someone was there.
Try though he might, the only thing the dark-colored male lucain was able to do about the noise he was making was curse in his mind about it. As an Angel of Death, he had made an art out of remaining silent. No sense in psyching out those who were to die by making a loud entry, anyway.
It didn't take him long to reach the location where the death was too take place. At this point, Malum stopped, the only sign that he was present were the few markings that stood out against his mostly dark coat - namely, his Warrior and X markings - and his red eyes.
He studied the pair of female lucain as they talked and kissed. Must have been lovers. Shame, then, it would be, because one of these two would be the one to have her life cut short....