Asriel sits in her home office, flipping through the file on her desk. The paperwork is easy enough to get through as it is merely an outline of what was found at the crime scene and some speculation as to who may have done such a horrible crime or why.
The pictures are a lot harder to go through. There were about a hundred of them and they were all grusome and bloody. As a kindred, one would think it would be easy for her to flip through the pictures of dead kine. This was not the care, however. Asriel found herself in tears by the time she managed to get through the last of the pictures. Such horrible things had been done to these poor people and for no other good reason then gang violence? That didn't seem to make much sense to her.
She could not deny the sorrow she felt at their death's, however and put the file away. She then pulled out her very old, very loved Testiment of Longinus and began to flip through it, trying to comfort her wounded soul. Such violence reminded her of what she had spent her mortal life trying to get away from. Raised on the streets by a drug addict mother and a rapist pig for a father, Asriel's mortal life was nothing she wanted to remember. Looking at such awful pictures only served to remind her of the things her parents had done in the search for their next high.
She leans back in her chair and begins to read quietly. Soon she realizes that this was just not enough to calm her troubled mind. She stands and leaves the office, making her way to her alter. She kneels before the altar, rosary in hand, and begins to pray softly to God, asking him to take the wretched souls of those poor knie into his kingdom of Heaven and give them some semblence of peace.
Subject: The Police Report 
Thu Oct 15, 2009 10:28 pm
