Author's Note: As of right now this is a one-shot idea, I do not know if I will be continuing this or not. So please leave your feedback via reviews, it will decide if I will keep going with this or not.

Friday night, 9:30 PM, November 22nd.

I was just closing up the office and getting ready to head home when the phone rang, I argued with myself if I wanted to answer it, I really didn't but picked it anyway.

"Hello?" I said.

"Harry," Murphy said on the other line, she sounded worried, "I know it's past closing time but this is important."

"How important?" I asked.

"It involves you," she said, "We're down at the pier, Warehouse 9. Be careful Dresden." Then she hung up. I stared at the dead receiver for a moment, thinking about her last warning. If I hadn't known Murphy as long as I have I wouldn't have noticed the slight tone of worry in her voice, and it's only the really heavy stuff that gets her worried.

I was careful as I locked up the office and took the stairs down to the parking lot. I paused as I left the building, searching for anyone, or anything, that might be lurking in the shadows. When I was sure there was nothing there I walked out to my car, the Blue Beetle, though not much of it was blue anymore. Being a wizard, my magic screws with most modern technology so usually I just don't use it, but I had to have a car, and my mechanic says that the VW Beetle is the easiest car to repair, so that's what I got. Over the years it's taken some damage, both front doors had to be replaced with parts from other Beetles, as well as the front hood.

I climbed into my car and put the key into the ignition and brought the car to life. The engine coughed a few times before stabilizing, I put it into gear and was on my way. The ride to the pier was silent, the radio almost never worked anyway.

When I arrived I pulled next to a very nice car, it was very retro in design and cherry red. Whoever it belonged to must've had a hell of an ego. I got out and pulled my blasting rod out of the backseat. As I approached I could tell something bad had happened, death, and a lot of it, was heavy in the air. I told the two cops keeping watch that Murphy had called me; they knew I was coming and let me in.

The instant I stepped into that building I wanted to vomit, there were at least twelve dead bodies here, all of them seemed to have been attacked by some animal, though most animals don't have claws this big. I saw Murphy talking to a guy with white hair and a long red coat with a guitar case on his back. Looks like somebody's trying to steal my look, I joked to myself as I approached.

"Murphy," I said as I approached, "Who's this guy?"

"His name's Dante," She explained, "He's kinda like you, private investigator, I happened to know someone who had hired him and she gave me the password."

"Password?" I asked.

"Kinda hard to get business when your ad says, 'Demon Hunter for Hire,'" Dante said, "besides, most straights refuse to believe that such things even exist, 'Private Investigator' is a little more public friendly."

"Strange," I said, "My ad just says 'Wizard,' and my business is just fine." I turned to Murphy, "So what made you call him anyway, especially when you've already got someone for stuff like this, namely me."

"I wasn't sure if I wanted to get you involved in this one," she said, "follow me." She led the two of us to a neat little corner of the warehouse, one covered in blood. One spot in particular had my name spelled out."

"What the fuck?" I said to myself.

"I'd say it's a calling card," Dante said.

"All of the victims here seem to have one thing in common," Murphy said, "they all hired you at some point."

I looked back to both of them, "What?" I said in disbelief.

"We ran background checks on all of them," Murphy said, "It's the only connection we could find, that and the fact that they took the time to spell out your name in blood, I'd say somebody's after you."

"I take it this is the first time you've pissed off a demon?" Dante asked.

"A demon?" I asked, "Demons can only be brought here by one of us summoning them, the only one I ever came across was a tool used by someone else."

"Then we have our own definitions on what a demon can do," Dante said, "In my business, demons come and go from our world to theirs as they please. While they can be summoned as you say, it is because the demon is to large and/or powerful to cross over on their own and needs assistance from this side. That being said, there's no proof as to wich kind we're dealing with."

Smart ass, I thought. "So when did this happen?" I asked Murphy.

"Late last night, around eleven-thirty, it seems that each victim was brought here from their homes to be killed here. We've scoured the area, and not a damn clue could be found, it's as if these people were suddenly shredded by nothing. I really hate to ask you this, because I know what it does to you, but I was hoping you could try your Sight to see what happened."

I thought about it for a second, the feeling I got from this place was bad enough, did I really want to have the images of what happened here burned into my memory forever? I guess I had to since I was a part of this now, if it could get me a clue of who I'm looking for or who's gunning for me.

I sighed and closed my eyes, pushing everything out of my mind and focused. Opening my eyes I activated my Sight, with it I could see everything as it truly was. The building had been transformed to a disgusting and hellish version of itself, the walls seemed organic and everything was stained with blood. The bodies screaming in pain as if they were being ripped to shreds over and over again. The residual energy was strong here, letting me see what had happened, each person had been brought here, from a portal, carried by a creature, horns, long claws, the works. Each one was left here until several of these creatures slaughtered them. I was just about to turn off my sight when Dante walked into my vision.

The hair was roughly the same, but his skin was pitch black, on his back was a long double-edged sword with a skeletal design, the long coat became scaley. This guy wasn't human, normally I'd feel a sense of malice from beings like him, but I didn't. I felt calmness, peace. He turned back to me, his face somewhat reptilian with sharp teeth and yellow eyes. "So," he said, "what do you see?"