Afternoon in New Orleans

[Summer]

The afternoon sun blazed down upon the city of New Orleans. The summer temperatures were become brutal. The day needed the rain to cool off the extreme heat, but there were no clouds to be seen in the sky. The sky was blue and full of the hot Louisiana sunlight.

Summer was finding herself tiring of summer already. The days had never gotten so hot when she grew up in Dublin. Truly, that was the last time she had spent so much time in one place. Living in one place was still something she had to get use to. She enjoyed her married life, she enjoyed being a mother, but when it came down to it, she missed traveling.

The red head leaned up against the car. She had drove into downtown to pick up a few groceries. The heat was weighing her down and for a moment she thought about just getting back in the car and going back home. She could not do that, though. She had to pick up a few things for suffer.

Sweat rolled down her forehead. Her hair, which had gotten long since she had moved to New Orleans, was pulled up in a high pony tail. She wore a plain black tank top and dark blue shorts. Her feet were covered in her black leather boots.

“Lucifer, why must it be so damn hot?” Summer said to herself as she pulled her sunglasses from her face.

[Malachi]

Malachi walked the streets, letting the sun hit him fiercly without any sweating what so ever. His shirtless body seemed to attract a lot of the ladies walking down the street, but he showed no interest. Many of the women there were sluts and prostitutes anyway. Already damning themselves to hell.

Malachi stopped in the middle of the street, looking down the way it seemed like all there was, was people already who sold their soul to the devil. He saw no fun in that. He saw one figure who was givien to god, an elderly black woman. He quickly seived the moment and ran up to her, he brought a hand to her chest and reached in and squeezed her heart till it burst. She quickly dropped to the ground screaming "Heart attack" As if what he did had nothing to do with her well being what so ever.

Malachi smiled as he kept walking, his mind couldn't get rid of the fact that he just damned someone new to hell, as if this thought was better than sex itself. Well, it was just a thought. He walked into the market area and started to looking around, anything to catch his eye.

[Summer]

She stepped away from the side of the car, stretching out her arms. Well, the faster she got to the shopping, the faster she would get home. However, no matter how fast she got her errands done, the summer heat would continue to beat down upon the city of New Orleans. Oh well, what was new?

Summer made her way through the crowds of people. She walked along the stores as if she were window shopping. There would be cool air in some of those shops, yet, she did not want to waste her time. How long had she lived here and she still went from store to store as if she were a tourist?

There was a commotion up ahead, and the Satanist paid it no mind. Some old woman was upon the ground yelling about a heart attack. Did everyone had to be so damn dramatic here? They all acted as if they had been bitten by some wild animal.

The heat was getting to her. The people who hung around her in Dublin had been no better. There needed to be rain, or at least Remy should have set up a swimming pool in the backyard already.