Diominas Phonias
"You have got to be fucking kidding me?!"
An orange haired man jumped out of the way of a claw the size of a spear, narrowly avoiding a tear to his throat.
"Careful, Ichi, don't wanna drag your ass out of here bleedin' like some bitch on her fuckin' period!" Another man replied, thrusting a nine inch blade into a grotesque looking figure, twisting the handle passively.
'Ichi' sent a strong glare in his direction, avoiding another blow with a barrel roll. "Need a hand, Princess?" Refusing to even acknowledge him, 'Ichi' pulled out a Glock 19 and aimed a shot right between the creatures disfigured eyes.
"Ooo, that'll leave a mark," Stands of blue hair bounced as he swiftly turned on his right heel and dragged a long line across the figures back, smiling gleefully at the odd liquid squirting from its being.
"Shut the fuck up, Grimm!" 'Ichi' yelled, returning his baby to its resting place for the time being. He allowed himself a few seconds to appreciate his handiwork before glancing over at the mad man handling a long blade. If he wasn't careful - which he wasn't most of the time - 'Ichi' will fall victim to it.
"It was a compliment, wise-ass. Learn to recognise 'em," 'Grimm' replied, checking to see if there was any damage to his knife. A sense of happiness washed over him when his inspection was complete - the results being that no damage had fallen upon the hard metal.
He scanned over the scene, shrugging it off as a minor interference. They've come across much worse in their time.
Unfortunately, the two have not lead a good life. Both, at a young age were thrown into the deep end, having no other choice but to accept their fates and fight for their own survival.
Several years ago, humanity was intact. Life wasn't perfect; one should never expect it to be. People died. People killed. People wound up in prison. People did drugs, smoked, committed rapes. It contradicts the 'intact' part, however that was just the way the world was.
It was made worse by the arrival of the demons.
They had been in hiding for centuries, learning how the world worked, and what they would have to do to gain control over the puny planet. It was a long shot, however they remained patient, eventually finding a source that would lead them to their ultimate goal.
To achieve this, they simply had to become leaders of the world, granting them full access to what was happening all around the globe, thereby giving them the perfect opportunity to foresee an entry way to taking over the world.
April eleventh marked the rise of the demons and the diminishing of humanity itself.
April eleventh also marked the day that two individuals gave up their every day lives and killed for the very first time. One, with the gun handed down to him by his Father, who, sadly, perished in the rise of the demons - Ichigo Kurosaki; the other, piercing the mattered flesh with a long blade from a nearby swords shop, name of Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez - occupation, Junior Doctor.
That was then.
Name: Ichigo Kurosaki.
Age: 25.
Height: 5'9.
Eye colour: Brown.
Hair colour: Orange.
Occupation: Demon Slayer.
Name: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.
Age: 28.
Height: 6'3.
Eye colour: Blue.
Hair colour: Blue.
Occupation: Demon Slayer.
This is now.
Grimmjow smirked, picking up the sounds of an oncoming barrage of demons. "Reinforcements have arrived," Ichigo grinned in his direction and reloaded his gun in a flash.
"Let's not keep them waiting, Grimm."