The Hell, The Devil and The Blood.
He watched them in the night. These two young protagonists. The first, a girl, was a delicious specimen in her tight shiny leather, lithe form, and charming swords attached at the wrist. The second, was a strapping young fellow, red leather coat, cocky and self assured with a huge two handed sword of some power. Naturally neither were human. Nothing human was out hunting at this hour in these streets.
He tilted his yellow tinted glasses forward to get a better look at his competition. Both young and fresh and looking for a good hunt it seemed. He smiled a wide wicked grin and pushed his glasses back and tilted his red wide brimmed hat down. Black locks crossed his face.
He stood up on the rooftop. His heavy black boots balancing him on the edge. The long red coat he so favoured danced about his feet in the breeze.
"Tonight I feel like dancing."
Anyone who didn't know him and heard that would've wondered what on earth he was on about. But he wasn't just anybody, and that meant he didn't have to make sense. To anyone.
She was Brimstone's arm, their assassin in the night. She loved a good fight and good blood. And tonight she was on a mission. A hunt. Spill the blood of a vampire lord in town causing trouble with some voodoo. No problem right? Normally yes. But tonight she wasn't alone. She felt their presence. The one that watched. Old death. Much older than she. Strong too. And the other one, he raced against her. Hunting as well it seemed. It was likely this camp had more than one contract out. But on the same night? Was this a test or just a case of unknown variables?
Either way she'd deal with it. With the end of her blades of course.
His white hair was forced back off his face as he raced ahead, darting in and out of dark back streets. His red leather coat flaring out behind him. His giant sword, Sparda, strapped to his back, a gun at his hip. He had seen her impressive silhouette briefly. Another hunter was on the move tonight. The target would naturally have more than one bounty. But this bounty was mine. He had felt the presence of another briefly, but it never came close, like it was watching. He kept it at the back of his mind. He focused on getting to the target before the other hunter, whoever she was. But he could tell she was quick. Not human obviously. It was almost becoming a game. A race to see who would get there first. And who would challenge the other first.