Jacob Wilhelm looked up at the ancient rotting mansion that loomed over the peaceful neighborhood of Pentavolt Louisiana before turning to a large black bird that sat smugly on his shoulder and sighed, "why are we here Morrigan" he asked the bird.
"Because" came the crisp reply in side his head "our employer has asked us to take care of the problem here" Jacob rolled his eyes but started to make his way up to the door. "My real question is why can't he do it himself" he continued, Morrigan squawked angrily but said nothing.
As they neared the door Jacob looked back down at the street to make sure no one was watching, unsurprisingly no one was, before closing his eyes and concentrating the shadows seemed to shift and form a cloak around him and to Jacob color slowly faded until there was only black and white and for an eerie blue aura that had formed around Morrigan.
Jacob pushed at the door which slid open with a long squeal, he stepped inside hearing the crunch of glass as he stepped