1. The prologue.
Rain, rain fell down hard in the late hours of night. Streets were empty. But not because of the rain, oh no. Fiends have returned to the city. Vile creatures they are, praying on the weak, cursing them and bringing darkness wherever they come.
The first sightings were made two a months ago when a horde of fiends raided the hospital for children. There was no warning, hundreds dead. Not soon after the whole city was evacuated.
Not everyone left though, small groups of gangsters and other criminals remained. With no police present they did as they pleased. This was the definition of anarchy. Strong survive, weak die.
And so it was for five weeks, until the strongest among them, a woman they call "Angel" made herself the queen of the city. By killing all the other crime-bosses she eliminated the competition and united the gangs as one.
And now, after three weeks, she has taken complete control of the city. Fiends have multiplied and grown stronger, but strangely leave Angel's troops unharmed. Because of this they are loyal, commanded by love and fear. Love, for Angel protects them. Fear because she can do it.
Small group of lesser-fiends stood in a narrow alleyway, their purple skin was covered in a layer of slime and rainwater. Their breath, deep and animal like. They didn't make another sound, just stood there until suddenly something split the furthest one of them in two.
Immediately the rest of them turned to the sudden sound of slicing and what they saw was one of their own, in two equal-sized pieces falling in opposite directions revealing behind them a woman. With a sword in her hand.
With a swift flourish she cleaned the blade of blood, staining the walls with purple. Then she sheathed it back at her hip.
She was wearing a black ultralight combat suit, which (because it revealed her stomach, upper back and most of her large breasts) most mistook for a swimsuit. On her legs she wore a pair of black high heels, with the shank stretching past her knees, but leaving the thighs bare. And on her hands she wore a pair of black gloves.
The outfit was tuned to maximum agility, at the cost of any kind of protection. The plan was to avoid enemy attacks before they hit her. With sequences of quick dodges and jumps she would outmaneuver her enemy and then hit them hard from behind.
"Phah", she said staring the fiends down. "I don't need to use my sword on you lot." She rested her hand on her hip and sighed. "I doubt you're even worth my time"
With an ear deafening scream they started running towards her, with bared teeth and claws. "This should be good", she smirked
She pounced towards the attacking fiends and kicked the nearest one of them to the head, cracking its skull. She landed on it and blocked the attacks of two others. "You're gonna have to do better than that", she smiled and sunk her fist deep into the chest of one of her attackers and grabbed its spine through its body. Then she threw it at the other, slamming their bodies to the wall. Blood flew through the air, to the walls and on the ground.
Quickly after that she dodged a clawed punch and responded with a kick of her own, taking down a fiend behind her. Then another one, and another one. Until very soon she was the only one still standing.
She stood in the middle of a collection of separate body parts and fiends that were no longer alive, panting lightly. "These fiends… they're a lot stronger than… the ones before". She kicked the corpse of one of them flipping it round. "Something's making them stronger… I need to find out what."
She crouched down on her knee and looked down at the fiends still open, but dead eyes. "I'm Rachel, the fiend-huntress. And I promise… I promise to hunt you all down. Even if it kills me."