I do not know why she always wants to glimpse at mankind. They are pathetic to us. Some have no interest in their lives. They just waste it. Burning and corrupting her land, her children, her creations. They disgust me. I take a sickle out. I figured I'd save the trouble of this one. He was wasting his life again. Drinking with woman and frolicking like a child. He's wasted and his time is slipping. So... why not end this right now? He's practically on my doorstep. 

"Who... who's there?" He turns.

"Ah. I just love the smell of fear." I chuckle.

I pull my hood down.

"What business is Lobbo doing here?" He raises his wrinkled face.

"Just on business." I knock a bottle. 

"Yeah?" He takes out a gun. 

I let out a breath.

"I would put that down si yo fuera tu." I say.

(If I were you.)

"Why would I listen to a Lobbo?" He raises a withered eyebrow. 

"I am so much more than that." I say.

"Prove it." He chuckles.

I charge swiftly faster than he could react.  I place my sickle on his throat. The chicas around him scream and run out the room. I sniff the air. The fear licks my lips as my nose sucks it in. I let out a small chuckle. 

"I just love the smell of fear!" I laugh.

"Who... who are you?" He asks.

"I am a Pesillada." I slam the sickle down on him.