Utterly Mad

The demon had somehow lost her as she had approached the chapel. The little thing carried steel, which was dangerous enough, but as the demon stalked her through the streets of the ruined city, it found that his quarry had a distinct affinity and cautious curiousity for the city around her. She would often duck into one building for many minutes, sometimes as long as an hour. Other times, she simply reappeared up the avenue from the building the demon had seen her enter. Once, finding her path blocked, she found an access ladder in a back alley and used the rooftops to traverse a long stretch of hazardous lanes. The demon wasn't worried about her skill as a fighter though. It had seen her at work on a small group of feral undead that came across her coming out of a tumble down lamp wrights. He wasn't keen on being struck with a steel blade all the same, but believed that he could easily dispatch the young woman without her landing a single of her wide, clumsy slashes on his person. The trick now, was finding her. Once she had entered the city, his senses had failed him. It was a problem completely alien to him. He could always feel the life of everything within his lair, but now in the streets of the city it had ruled over, the demon could feel not a single step of her. It would lie in wait and see if she would turn up again.