Disclaimer: I own nothing but the main character, and if i did own everything else do you honestly think i would be writing this

speaking " i shot the sheriff"

thinking "but i did not shot the deputy"

Fires raged within the building as a demon, human beings perverted into grotesque horrors by sorcery, battled with the only form of defense against them: a tactical sorcerist. Massive blasts of eldritch energy are traded back and forth, altering the very landscape around the two combatants when there is a lull in the fighting. Suddenly an immense lance of destructive power tears a hole in the thick concrete wall, plowing the victim of the blast into the dirt where the body lay unmoving and smoking while a figure leaps down from the gaping hole created not a moment ago.

Those watching from a distance bore witness as the figure rose from its crouch to stand at an impressive seven and a half feet tall and carrying a weapon that was only two feet shorter than he. Instead of the standard bulky versions that bore likeness to the knights of old, the armor was a prototype, the first of a generation of molds. Advances in metallurgy and sorcery allowed for a much sleeker and maneuverable battle suit (see Terran Ghost w/rifle) while providing greater destructive capabilities. In addition to the standard sorcerist cannon*, he carried a smaller but still massive rifle on his back because realizing that once sorcerists exhaust their supply of imbued ammunition they are as helpless as a normal soldier. In response to this alarming fact, engineers developed a weapon that is conventional in the loosest sense of the word, the C-10 canister rifle. A highly modified variant of an anti-armor weapon capable of punching through a tank front to back and still have killing power left over. This allowed sorcerists to weaken a demon and come in for the kill shot without having to worry about running out of ammunition in the heat of battle. Approaching the crater he began to lift the monstrous sorceric weapon up to fire at the once-human creature, when with a sudden explosion of movement, it latched onto him with all the tenacity of an alien facehugger and began to crush him. Unable to bring the cannon to bare, nor able to reach his rifle or handgun, he has no way to kill the demon and if the suit's containment is breached then the government and population will soon have two demons on their hands instead of just one.

Absolutely refusing to allow himself to become one of those perverse monstrosities, he scours the depths of his knowledge for a possibility, a chance to escape the deadly grip of his adversary. Nearly ready to give up at finding nothing, he suddenly recalls a piece of his research into sorcery and his coming across a forbidden spell while rendering services to a laboratory specializing in the more esoteric aspects of sorcery.

Gritting his teeth in preparation for the pain that is sure to come, he begins,

"I, challenge the laws of nature and reason, by summoning the power that is forbidden,"

the color of the array changing from a bright sky blue to a deep foreboding crimson as he speaks the incantation,

"Veluta aeim, quifa quifa, Khazid'hea, Samda Imun Setna. Displacion, EXIST."

The circle flashes and suddenly he is gone, taking half of the demon's body with him and leaving the other half for a simple thermal cleaning. After days of finding neither hide nor hair of the sorcerist, the government is forced to declare him K.I.A. in the struggle to contain and eliminate demons whenever they appear that will continue for as long as sorcery exists and is used by man, there will be the monsters that come with it. His life in this world is over, but his journey in another has only just begun.

* seriously what else could you possibly can those.

Please review and no flames please.

I'm not sure where i should send him. i have a part of an idea, but if you can think of a good xover idea please message me with it and a reason why. If i use it i will put you in the credits.

Thanks, Lord Darkov