Spwells. Part II. The cobbled streets turned into polished marble slabs at the turn of corner, as of now Deloria wasn't in the hunger stricken backstreets but the picturesque court of Sandelen. Even in the darkness the marble shone like starlight as the#moonalined with the Mother Well. "The court of Sandelen will always be watching you Deloria. You'll never be alone." From the most distant corner of her memory, the voice of Jerrian Dai pierced through her head. It had never really left Deloria, as for all she knew they could be. Sandelen was huge, big enough to spiral around the outskirts of Spwells until it made a done around it. Sandelen was Spwells prison and it felt as if Deloria was the only one that could see this. No matter how many times Deloria comes to Sandelen the memory of the first time always reawakens. How astonished she had been to see such beauty, how suddenly the clothes she once thought of as her best became nothing more that rags compared to the others surrounding her. The fear that plagued her, consumed every inch of her to where she had to drag each bare foot up to room 715. Memory was a funny thing. Deloria could remember every decimal of all those years ago however in a matter if moments she'd not ever think of the man she incinerates seconds ago. Her thoughts were halted as she started to ascend the spiral of steps: making her way to the top floor, room 1000.

Spwells. Part I. The only sound audible in the dead winding streets were the clicks and ever present clacks of one, Deloria Ische's shoes. Even in the dead of the winter night she still felt the need to dress as if there was courthouse party around her, the snake skin shirt clung to her stoic body as she bombarded down the cobble streets; with the satin skirt cascading behind her. Out the corner of Deloria's eye she saw a shadow flash in the bright light of the gas lamps. In a instant she was frozen with her hand pointed to where the shadow first appeared. When the dark shadow slowly merged into a frail man, Deloria let out a snarl. Lose ends; witnesses. Those things were some of the things that Deloria couldn't risk on this... mission of some sorts. Without a second thought given, a spout of red light erupted from her hand sending a thrill throughout Deloria's body, apparent by the grin that plastered itself on her face. The mans body was dwarfed in billows of smoke as the red light burned its way through every inch of the man. Before anyone would notice the mans screams, Deloria was gone.