HMC licked the blood from his fingers, savouring the taste of Jennifer Fowler.
"Goddamn she was delicious" he thought to himself.
His joy at consuming a human fresh and whole was short lived however. He needed to find out who was behind the rash of demon deaths in the Realm. Time was a commodity he had little of in this case. He would have to go after the next name on his list and see if they were any less loyal, or fearful of their master. Hell, he'd murder the wole entire list of names if had to in order to get to his prey.
Last known location: London
Description: No known images in existence
Notes: Low level enforcer for the Sanctuaries. Motivated by money.
HMC could use that last bit of information to his advantage. Not that he would pay the Angel. They tasted as good as humans and they screamed louder when you bit into them.
"Well Mr. Voormann, looks like you and I have a date in London."