The atmosphere was damp, dark and infested with negativity from wandering units, such as demons and mortals alike. Nightfall was coming and mortals already started to barricade themselves within their homes, knowing that something was lurking. For centuries, this town has been a gateway for demons and unnatural beings, such as Aeon. Unlike the others, she didn't have a need to kill mortals or hurt them, she would usually walk past them without a care in the universe. As long as she would be able to find that certain someone, she would manage fine. But something dampened her mood as she now had the need to release her anger. Upon her arrival, it was late, about midnight and majority of the mortals were asleep. A fine, metallic liquid burst out of her wrist and into her hand, forming a large, one-handed blade. "Shall we... Pandemonia?" Her voice was as soft as a whisper but as dark as the devil's. Her null, black eyes had now shifted to a crimson red as her dark robes clung to her body sheepishly. To mortals, she had now looked like the well-imagined Grim Reaper. She grinned dementedly and advanced towards the first home in her sight. A double storey home with the lights off. Barking was heard coming from the home. "A guard dog? How... pretty." She laughed.
He was elated to have finally escaped the asylum they had been holding him in for five years. Now he was out, and starving for a fine meal. Lec was a man, mortal as anyone, but he was very special. He had an IQ in the high triple digits, and an odd choice of food. He had quickly and quietly slit the throats of seven guards at the asylum before escaping. After a two day hike through god knows what, he had found this town. Hunger gnawed violently at his insides, so he had decided to find a fine establishment to dine at. He found one with great haste and approached it. After he got close he saw there was a dog inside. The dumb brute had the nerve to bark at him. He punched through the glass, grabbed the dog's lower jaw and yanked. He jerked it aside, gouging its throat on the broken glass, and it died with barely more than a whimper. He then opened the door and stepped inside. Once in, he quickly went to the kitchen and set out a large pan and found butter and wine. Once this was done, he picked up a large knife and went upstairs.
She felt something in the air as her expression didn't seem to dampen anymore, but it seemed to have tweaked into an insane smile. "Someone... else, for a change?" She said to herself, advancing towards the home. She took a deep breath as the scent of blood filled her head. Unfortunately, the scent of blood seemed to attract both mortal night patrolling guards and demons. She growled with distaste. As they approached her, the humans didn't seem to notice the demons... until one of the demons initiated them by munching on their heads. The crunching noise of bones excited her as she raised an eyebrow at the demons. Apparently, these demons were the stupid ones which initiated and did not speak. She sighed, fortunately for her, this would seem to be no more than a challenge. The ground had started to tremor as she yawned, un-interestedly. Her blade then shifted to a magnificent bow which she wasn't fond of using, but used it for the sake of it. She pulled back the strings with no arrow notched. The demons had started to laugh at her. Because the atmosphere was dark, she materialized dark arrows, much more powerful than original arrows. She let go and the sounds of cracking bones and wails of despair filled the silent night.
He paid no heed to the loud wails but was thankful for them. The couple in bed shot up, wide awake. He swung the knife twice though, silencing them before they could utter a cry of terror or shock. He grabbed them both and began to drag them downstairs. After this was done, he sat them at the table, in their seats like living being. Blood flowed still freely from their wide open throats, and it pooled about his feet as he melted the butter in a few dabs of wine he had poured in the pan. Once it was well heated, he had to let it simmer before he could cook, so he began to mop up the blood with a towel he had found. Then he sat at the table and studied his victims. a very young married couple. They smelled lightly of lavender shampoo. He grinned abit, thinking of their tender flesh.
As she watched them burn, their wails echoed in her head as she yawned. The scent of blood seemed to be emitting from the home she had targeted, which would only mean that more attention would be brought. She cracked her fingers for the fun of it as she walked inside. She started to head for the kitchen before her ears twitched. After growling in frustration, she headed outside to meet a new bunch of useless demons. She pulled back the string and released, multiple materialized arrows impaling the bodies of demons. She finally headed towards the kitchen and leaned towards the door. Raising an eyebrow, she glanced at the man studying the dead couple. More wails were heard, but not of despair, but of anger. More metal fluid burst out of her wrist and onto the floor where it shaped into a little metallic dragon. It spread it's wings and levitated off the ground and towards the door where the demons stood. "Pandemonia, slaughter them, will you?" She asked, smiling dementedly. Unfortunately, she wasn't wearing her mask, which made her uneasy. "Who are you?" She asked.
He didn't turn to look at her as he pointed quietly at the fridge. A few seconds ago, when she had went back outside for a second, he had went to spell 'LEC' on the fridge with a marker to answer the question he knew she would ask. He slowly got up, deciding it was time. He pressed the knife to the girl's cheek and sliced off a circle the size of a golf ball, the did the same process to the other side. He did this to the male as well, then put the four pieces in the pan and listened to them sizzle, as a sickly sweet smell filled the room with surprising speed. He went to the bodies and pushed them over, grabbing their hair. He dragged them past her, dumping them outside, then went back into the kitchen, mopping as he waited for dinner to get done cooking on the stove.
She glanced at the fridge and sighed. Pandemonia burnt the demons to a crisp as she giggled lightly. Though she had seemed quite insane, she could be bothered to change. She yawned out of boredom and watched him drag the bodies away and then walked towards Pandemonia, who had now shifted into a one-handed blade stabbed into the ground. She then entered the home and walked upstairs, into one of the rooms and searched. Not finding anything useful, she threw things around the room in a rage, even out the window. She walked back downstairs and paced outside and inside, repeating this process for a minute or two. Pandemonia melted into a puddle and flowed towards Aeon, rushing up her leg and into her wrist. Having another matter at hand, she was keen to know where the hint was.
He would get up and bring the plate to the table, with a fork and wine. He sat down, and began to silently eat. He sipped the wine as he watched her pace. As she threw stuff, he shook his head slowly. Once the puddle went into her wrist, he smiled and kept on eating. Once he was done, he got up and went to the living room to lay down. He laid on the couch and was soon drifting into a deep sleep, laying on something more than a board for the first time in over five years. In minutes, he was asleep, oblivious to the odd female. He woke up slightly and mumbled in a hushed whisper, his first words in years, There is more food in the plate
She sat on the porch for a few minutes, deep in thought as she sighed. "Where... are you...?" She whispered lightly. She stood up, the joints in her knees stiff as they cracked as she stretched. Taking in a deep breath, she walked inside the home once more and watched the man sleep on the couch. She titled her head and listened to him. She chuckled and watched him, her gaze then watching the floor. "I'm not hungry," she replied. "I don't eat food in general." Her head started to pound with pain as Pandemonia appeared on her shoulder as a baby dragon stretching it's wings.
He would smile and sit up, looking at the small dragon. Beautiful... Can it fly? He woke up fully and stretched his arms out, then looked at the floor between his feet. I wonder if they would mind if I took a bath in their tub...? What do you think? He gave her a serious and very thoughtful look, his eyes curiously searching hers, I would hate to offend them after all, I am not some rude brute... it , He took a slight pause as he thought of what to say. It feels weird to have my muzzle off and talk again
She glanced at Pandemonia and then smiled softly. The little dragon spread it's wings and started to fly around Aeon, then started to fly towards Lec, slowly and steadily until it rested on Lec's shoulder, nestling towards his neck. The little dragon then yawned and started to fall asleep. Aeon then watched Lec and the baby dragon. "I don't think they will, so it's all yours," she said, glancing back at him. Her eyes shifted black with softness as they searched him. "You can't offend them if they're dead. Besides, they probably won't even remember anything at all. We all have some side to us no one seems to know."
His head tilted as if what she said was a childish fallacy. He then gave a forlorn smile. Dead or not, they still are watching us. And I do not want to upset my hosts. He gave some thought then petted the dragon before sitting it on the couch and going to find the bathing room. Once he did, he quickly unclothed and ran scalding hot water. As soon as it was full, he sunk into it, a deep and long sigh emanating from his lips. He began to think of the woman and her dragon. She was an odd person, but he did think she could be trusted. She and her dragon were so nice, and it made him smile.
She tilted her head and ended up sneezing as she shook her head. "Trust me... I know if they'd be able to see us," she replied. The little dragon slept, slightly snoring. As it was put onto the couch, it continued to sleep. Aeon watched Lec and then sat on the couch, stripping her black robes off as it slipped into her wrist. She now wore a black blouse with sleeves that ended up to her elbows. She also wore a pair of mini shorts which revealed majority of her legs. She wore no shoes and she seemed to be quite fine without them, but she was in dire need of a shower. She stood up and started to search for another bathroom.
He was trying to empty his mind of thoughts as he relaxed in the tub, letting the water soothe the muscles that had tensed after two days of endless walking. He heard her walking about and called, hoping she heard him through the wall, Miss, what are you looking for out there? Is everything alright? He didn't move from his warm and soothing spot, but he got ready to dart into action, and his eyes scanned the room for a makeshift weapon. He picked up a straight razor that balanced on the edge of the tub and held it under the clear water. He held his breath as he waited, considering going to the standing shower across the room to bathe so he could be more ready for an attack. In the end he decided to just wait it out in the water's clear, warm, enticing grasp. He spoke once more. Is anything wrong out there?
She continued to walk as she sneezed silently but still shook her head for the sake of it. The sound of his voice nearly startled her but she regained her composure and replied calmly. "I-I'm alright, I'm just trying to find another bathroom to take a shower in. Or I could just wait for you to finish," she said. There was a little doll on the floor which she'd now bent over to get as she blinked and raised it to check it. Inside stood a little box shaped in the form of a roughly cut diamond. She crushed the box and noticed that there was a razor as well as a glass item inside which had now injected themselves into her palm. She wasn't used to cutting cuts by human items as she sighed and took in a deep breath, shaking her hand, her blood splattering all over the wall. "It's fine, don't worry," she said. Aeon then rushed downstairs and towards the little dragon as it woke up and touched her palm with it's snout.
The dragon felt her blood on it s nose and began to lick at it without any hesitation, wanting to heal his master. He also took the shards of glass out, crunching them with strong jaws and sharp teeth before swallowing them without being hurt at all. She cooed at it as her wounds swiftly mended together, now healed as if there was nothing wrong, no scar to even show that the smooth and pale skin of her palm had been cut or injured in any way. She leaned down and kissed the top of the beast s head, saying in a loving lull. Oh, Pandemonia, you are such a lovely little beast, yes you are. It would nuzzle its maw up under her chin and purr much like a cat receiving praise would. She then sat down and smiled at her palm, glad she had been able to retrieve the Hint that she had been looking for in this house. Now she could leave, but what of the odd man-eater in the restroom. She did not have anything against him or even a reason to kill him, but leaving him alive was just not in good practice. She would sigh and look at the dragon before forming a slim dagger and getting up to go and finish what she must.
He heard her footsteps approaching slowly, and he knew what was coming by the slow and soft way she moved, trying her hardest to make no noise; she did not want him to know what she was up to. He shook his head sadly, and got out of the tub, his mind already having formed a plan. He pulled on his boxers and a robe hanging on the wall. He fastened the belt around his waist and opened the window, slipping out and onto the roof; from here he walked along the edge until he got to a red trellis covered in black roses, which he used to climb down and escape into the dark. He walked slowly now, knowing he would be safe as long as he did not attract the attention of the black wraiths moving around him, the red eyed demons. He would stop in the road and then look back, his face cold as he saw the red eyed wraiths moving with hunger and malice towards the house.
She got to the door, holding her breath as she reached slowly for the knob of the bathroom door. There was an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach that was as close to dread and fear as she had ever felt. Something felt wrong about this. She told herself it was her nerves about killing a human unneeded for the first time in almost a year; but she knew that was a lie. This man was cold and hard and that worried her. She did not want to chance a talk or fight with him. She would have to kill him quickly and without any warning, or else she had doubts she could do it. Opening the door would give him time to react, so she stopped her hand just before it touched the handle. Instead, she gripped her dagger with a tightness that made her already pale knuckles a icy white, then kicked in the door and barged in with the dagger ready to strike into his chest.
Tricked .he knew The thought flooded into her mind as soon as she set her shocked eyes on the bathroom. It was empty, and the odd man-eater was simply gone now. She shivered as she felt a cold draft coming from the open window, and gave a low curse. She did not know how he had known, but he had took his chance likely as she hesitated just outside of the door. She cursed herself and drove the blade deep into the wood of the counter, her eyes closing in thought of how stupid she had just been. Suddenly there was a howl of anger as Pandemonium flew into the room and bit at her robe, tugging her towards the window, which she promptly went to look out. She expected to see Lec running, but she instead saw a horde of Demons approaching with gaping mouths. She shouted a curse and yanked her dagger up as they began to surround the house, coming in search of her Hint.
She formed the dagger into a long and slim bow with elegant curves to it, and she pulled the string back, causing an arrow as black as midnight to conjure on it, and then loosed it which sent the unearthly arrow speeding into the forehead of a demon who was climbing the trellis. She put another arrow to the string and turned, sending it deep into the stomach of a demon who had came into the bathroom behind her. She began to panic for the first time in a very long time, far longer than even her sharp mind could remember. It was because she was worrying for some reason about the man-eater, she was tired, and her Hint was at stake to these wraiths. She went to escape back down the stairs, but heard a multitude of clawed feet running up the hall. Without much thought of it, she sprang through the window and landed hard on her side, then she rolled down the shingled roof. She gave a slight yelp as she fell off the roof, and was barely able to flip in mid-air and land on the grass like a cat. She instantly lashed out at a demon with her bow, which formed into a single-edged blade just before it hit. This demon fell to the ground dead, and she turned to face more as Pandemonia finally left the fight in the house to come and bare his fangs at the beasts surrounding her.
As soon as they had time to register her suddenly being in her midst, the beasts roared in glee and ran at her as she faced them with her weapon held ready. She swiped with elegant moves, and three fell dead before they realized her blade was moving. She did a parrying twirl of her blade to free it of blood; then, in a fluid move she slashed diagonally twice to fell two more of the brutishly stupid cretins. Having watched their kin die at her graceful swordsmanship when they rushed at her, the remaining bunch of the monsters hung back and lunged in, taking hit or miss strikes at her with fiendishly ugly talons and weapons. She gave slight winces as she was pricked and cut a few times. To make it even worse, they were smarter than the last wave she had fought. When she turned her back to attack one side of the surrounding group, the ones she exposed her back to would dash in for the few seconds to lay into her unprotected side with their blades and claws. Soon she was wearing out, covered in blood as the dozens of wraiths closed in, their eyes glowing in glee as they anticipated their soon to be kill. She raised her blade to ward off a blow, but a jarring parry sent her blade flipping through the air and it stuck fast into a tree. She fell to her knees as the beasts closed in for the kill, and she looked around dizzily for Pandemonia, seeing him doing his best to fend for himself a few houses down.
She looked up at the demon who had struck her blade from her hands, following the glint of the moon on the obsidian stone blade it slowly raised high above her head. She winced as the blade began to fall in a swift arch. It was aimed for the top and center of her skull, and there was a crunching sound and a slight thud as a body hit the dewy grass. Blood spurted up the blade and the wielder stepped back and turned to the rest of the wraiths, his gaze stern and victorious. Aeon looked up at the dead demon, the white of its split skull showing from where her blade had brutally cleaved its head nearly in two. She shakily looked up at Lec who held her sword, his gaze daring any more beasts to try and attack. Sensing nothing immortal about him, a sly demon with white eyes and a scimitar ran forward, followed by four others of his kind. Lec did not blink as his newly acquired weapon swept up, then down, his body twisting in a swift circle, then spinning the blade in a three hundred and sixty degree swipe. The five demons fell to the black blade, a lethal gouge taken from each of their twisted and now lifeless bodies. He brought the blade to his face, his long and thin tongue running up the flat of the sword, gathering the blood form it for a few inches. He then licked his lips, letting the new taste linger in his mouth. He readied the sword for another barrage of demons, his filed teeth glowing red from blood in the pale moonlight. So is this all that the world has to throw at me? Who is next? One more of the foolish beings tried to run at him, but he doubled back, twirling the blade and running it completely through the fiend, then his jaws clamped tight on the demon s neck. He sawed his razor sharp teeth back and forth then yanked, taking a chunk of the demon and swallowing it with a twisted but satisfied grin; his eyes glittered as the demon tried to stop the gushing flow of blood from the hole in its neck before it fell to the ground with its life drained at its feet.
The others gave him an awestruck look before they backed up and turned, fleeing and screaming about how The Beast had been reborn. Lec thought their running was too much fun to ignore which made him take off after them with sword in hand. Aeon watched as he moved from one to the other, the sword moving like a artist would move a paintbrush, each stroke fluid and bringing the result he desired it to. She got to her feet and stared off after him, a look of bewilderment on her paler than normal face. Why did he come back ? Deciding to let him deal with his own thing, she stumbled back into the house and found her way to the couch which she collapsed onto with exhaustion painting her face white and her breaths ragged and long. Pandemonia flew in, and landed on the floor by her, beginning to lick her wounds so they would heal. She petted up and down his maw then passed into a deep slumber, which made him whine as he licked her wounds and nuzzled her limp hand.
After Lec had gotten enough fun out of the act of chasing down the wraiths, having slain quite a large number, he headed back to the house with a whistle escaping his bloodied and pursed lips. He stepped past a still writhing body, slamming the blade point first between its blood shot eyes with a loud THOK before continuing into the house. He saw the little dragon he adored licking at the female he had been oddly compelled to save, and tilted his head aside to give a shrill call to the small beast, Here! The dragon, though Lec was a stranger, gave him a look accompanied by a whimper before flying to land on his shoulder. He palmed its snout while going back into the upper level of the house, to the room where he had killed the human couple. He flopped onto the bed, then found a pen on the night stand along with the female s diary. He tore off the lock and made Pandemonia lay across the foot of the bed so he could do some sketching. He drew the dragon in detail, including close-ups of the fangs and eyes, even adding a few features that he thought made the dragon seem more ferocious. Giving a hollow chuckle, he held the sketches to Pandemonia who bared his fangs at his own image, hissing like a snake in contempt. Lec spoke to the dragon, his eyes soft and half-way closed, Poor beast, does she not draw for you much ? The dragon nipped softly at his fingers, then gave a purr before flying off to lay beside its master. Lec himself felt slightly tired still, so he laid back on the bed, his eyes glued on the roof until they drifted closed and he slept.
Aeon was roused a few hours later by a very unwelcome visitor that pervaded her sleep as it crept through the windows; light from the now rising sun flooded the room with a glow that made any hope of further sleep a strict impossibility. She sat up, and looked around in a moment of confusion, her silver eyes searching for any immediate danger before she realized where she was. Swinging her feet to the floor, she stood and took inventory of her situation, happily finding no broken bones or large cuts; she amiably looked at the sleeping dragon for she knew he was to thank for that one. Then her face fell flat as she realized who was to thank for her even being alive at that very moment. But she did not know if he had done it to save her or just because he wanted to kill the demons. This caused her to be wary, especially after seeing the cold and quick way he dealt with the demons the night before. There was a paltry measure of comfort in finding her sword firmly inserted in the skull of a demon at the front door. She pulled it out and cleaned it on the curtains hanging from the door window before absorbing it back into her body as a black shadow. Thinking for a few moments about what to do gave her the conclusion she would go see if he was awake or not; if he was she would give her thanks then be on her way and if he was not then she would leave before he even woke. She prepared herself for any surprises but walked without even trying to hide her foot-falls on her way to the bedroom. She knocked on the door then went in, sighing in annoyance. Again? He was not in the room, but it was evident he did now leave too recently as the bed was neatly made and a stack of papers on the foot of the bed. She picked them up and flipped through them, smiling softly at their contents; they were very accurate and beautiful depictions of her and Pandemonia, both still image and battle scenes. At the bottom was a picture of a large building with fences and razor wire. This image had a huge red X marked over it, and some smudges were something had dripped on the paper.
Lec stood on the outer side of an electric fence rimmed by wire with barbs that could cut through flesh like a hot knife through butter. His eyes were trained intently on a few men on the roof parapets of the building he had drawn last night, and more over were his eyes on the long black rifles they were holding at the ready. Snipers were an amusing type of killer to him, how they could only wait and kill what they could train their scopes on. Tunnel Vision is the Touch of Death for any killer, but snipers were trained to only kill what tunnel vision allowed them to see. Staying low in the bushes, he was safe from their fire but the fence patrol was another story entirely. This man and his Doberman were both a blessing and a curse; a curse because of the dog s senses and the man s 12 gauge, but a blessing because if he is careful he could kill them both and have a disguise. Holding a small bag that contained six kitchen knives, Lec spun a seventh over his fingers as the dog and man came closer along their route. He waited until they were about ten yards away, the distance where the dog caught his scent and growled, then sent the butcher knife flying in a gracefully twirling arc. It caught the dog in the neck and it fell with a whimper and began to twitch convulsively, causing the man to cock his shotgun and look around with fear plastered on his face; he never saw the heavy steak knife as it sailed through the air and slammed into his chest. He fell dead as soon as the blade punched though the muscle of his heart, sending a spray of blood onto the ground from his lips. Lec knew he had to work quickly, so he climbed a tree and made a diving roll onto the other side of the fence.
A short time later he was wearing the guard s uniform and had the heavy gun in his grasp as he ran to the entrance of the asylum, a few strands of his hair hanging out from the guard hat he had bunched his long locks into. He barged in and yelled in a loud voice, able to make himself sound both afraid and excited, H-help! There are intruders inside the complex, all of them armed with Mac-10s! There are like five of them! They killed my dog and tried to cut me! For a few moments there was only silence and shock as the news took effect, then chaos broke loose to his pleasure. Orderlies turned their stun-guns on, and heavily armed guards were called from the security room by the receptionist working the front desk. Lec hid his glee and screamed about how he had run into them on the western side of the complex, towards the pool. Soon only the receptionist was left in the oddly empty waiting room, and Lec walked up to her with a twisted grin plastered to his face. She gave him an odd look as he removed his hat but once his hair fell to his mid-back, long and silver, she screamed in terror. Lec raised the combat shotgun and fired once, then continued walked through the door into the main part of the asylum.
The patients who were in the sitting room gave yells of fear and began to run like cockroaches in a very unorganized way, tripping and trampling over each other to escape him. But he had no intentions of harming them as long as they did not get in his way with their blatant stupidity, which was actually a very high possibility. To a degree of amazement, he found his way to the staff quarters without having to kill any of the crazed patients. Now he was in the home stretch of this little game he had started. From rooms on either side of the long hallway came the staff s guards, big men with submachine-guns ready to kill for their paycheck. Lec played it smart, letting a shell of battle-shot into the fluorescent light above them. There were little shouts of shock and automatic fire thundered in the confine of the hallway mixed every so often by a scream and the sound of a body hitting the tiled floor. Sooner than should have been humanly possible, Lec opened one of the doors which brought light flooding into the hallway. The floor, wall, Lec, and the steak knives in his hands were covered in the blood of the guards who were now all dead or wheezing a few final breaths. He dropped the two blades then picked his gun back up, continuing down the hallway with his evil grin painted to his sinister, blood splattered face.
Dr. Rumen had always planned on his life ending warm in his bed with one of the many mistresses he was currently sleeping with, not in a blood bath. He sat behind his desk with tears slowly trickling down his haggard and aged face, the drops running through the deep wrinkles 65 years had brought upon his visage. He knew that the insane bastard was here for him, knew more than well that running from the damned smart mad-man was far below the level of simple foolishness. His only measure of comfort was the revolver he held under his desk, spinning the cylinder slowly to try and take his mind off what he knew was coming. He wept with even greater ferocity when he heard the shouts and shots of death in the hall, followed far to soon by silence. He saw the shadow of a lone figure as a light was cut on, then braced himself as the shadow got closer and closer to his door. He pulled the hammer back on the pistol as the door swung open and in stepped death. Hello Lec, welcome back
Lec held the shotgun at his side, pumping a shell into the chamber as he stepped up to the desk to respond to the Asylum Warden s greeting, Hello Doctor, I am guessing you know why I came to visit? I hope so, as explaining would only waste mine and your time, and you have so precious little. The old man gave a somber nod and looked into the icy blue desert of his murderer s eyes, searching for some measure of pity or hesitance; there was none to be found. Lec gave a grin of approval and chuckled, Well, let s get this over with Doctor. At this moment the doctor raised his own gun at the same time as Lec and the both fired at the same time. The bullet from the pistol hit Lec in the shoulder and shattered the bone as it tore through the other side; his face never changed nor did his eyes blink. He simply stared with glee at his handiwork; the heavy load of shot-shells hit the doctor in the very center of the chest before it even left the wadding. This left a gaping hole in the man which showed he had surely died instantly, which indeed pleased Lec to a great degree. Without taking any longer than he needed to, he laid the shotgun on the desk then climbed out the window to the ground. He was gone from the property before the guards outside even realized the massacre that had happened within the concrete walls of the asylum. Lec felt a surge of joy as he walked from his former home of seven years. He was free at last.
