August 29th 11:20 pm
The tavern was dark, damp, and deserted. Only the bartender and the two men linger inside the old building that was slowly but surely tearing apart. The bartender had his back against the two men glaring as he wiped clean the large glasses, occasionally glancing over his shoulder at the men in the back of his bar. One of the men had dark hair with green streaks that went all the way to his back, his eyes hidden behind sunglasses, and dressed in black from head to toe. The other man was blond, his hair only to his neck and a blindfold over his eyes. This man wore a loose white shirt and gray sweatpants. Unlike the calm composed man in black, this one looked over his shoulder even few seconds, tapped the table, holding his long since empty glass like a lifeline.
"What happened?" the man in black asked leaning back into his chair.
"I-I'm n-nnot entirely sure... i-it wore a h-hood. A r-red h-h-ood.." at this point the man placed his head in his hands shaking slightly. "H-he came out of nowhere! It moved like... like air... I-i don't e-even remember seeing a damn w-weapon o-or anything. Damn it all Ash! They were probably dead before they even touched the ground! Then whatever that thing was threw something at my eyes a-and j-ust lefted!" The man said hysterically looking at the wood table shaking.
Acheron Parthenopaeus only looked at the man with a raised eyebrow. Someone that moved like air? Demon for sure. Red hood? Maybe one trying to make a name for itself. Not like that even remotely shorten the list of who this 'Red hood Air demon' was.
"Is there anything else you can tell me?" Acheron asked as the bartender nervously approached wrangling his hands as he glanced over his shoulder.
"You gentlemen wouldn't happen to be talking about the Red Phantom would you?" he asked looking at Acheron with wide eyes. He raised his eyebrow as he sat right in his chair slightly looking over his favorite pair of sunglasses. Slowly and shakily the man sat down in one of the dull chairs biting his lip as he twisted his hands. The other man, Randy Hall, looked at the newcomer thankful for his supernatural hearing.
"Boys do you know what kind of curse it is to even think that name 'round here?" the bartender asked looking between the two Dark-Hunter. Acheron glanced at a pale Randy before leaning back comfortably in the chair.
"What can you tell us about it?"
"From what 'witnesses' says, the damn thing always appears in mist, its face hidden by the blood-red hood. Mrs. Rogers at the bank says it looks like a teenager but she ain't so sure. Mr. Kerk said the it has the grace of a swan. And the damn emo kids at the school says it has a scythe on it's back and a cross around its neck. Bunch a liars I say."
"When I saw it, it looked like a child! And there was no cross.." Randy said looking in Acheron's direction who was now standing.
"C'mon Randy we have some research to do."