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Prologue

Sweat drips down her brow, her breath puffs out as fog. She's been sitting in the snow behind a tree for fifteen minutes sizing up the demon from her hiding spot. The mid class demon may have a weak defense but its' offensive power is enough of a threat that it would be difficult to handle without the advantage of surprise. The demon was known especially for the power in their horns, and the speed of their charge. But were less renowned than their western counterpart, the minotaur.

Taking a breath, she holds it for a moment and breathes out. The adrenaline pumps through her body making her limbs quake slightly. Calming her heart is priority. She needs a steady, accurate hand when she kills the demon. Raising a hand which grasps tightly at her blade. She coils in a lunge for an instant kill. Clean, easy, and simple.

At least, that's how it was supposed to go. Her phone rings, and the demon spins around to pinpoint her location. Fuck. Panic shoots through her before her training kicks in. She sees the ushi-oni* lower it's head and the muscle strains before it charges.

She leaps out of the way before the ushi-oni turns her into mush. Stealth is out, and my advantage of surprise is gone. Outrunning it is definitely not an option. Hafta' to kill it head on.

In a rush, she switches her dagger to her left hand simultaneously bringing out the rapier that was strapped on her back. The exorcist holds her agile sword at the ready in one hand and a companion dagger in the other..

The demon readies itself and starts it's sprint at her. When the monster closes the distance she does a half turn out of it's range. Slashes appear over the neck as she thrusts the blade into the soft flesh. Enraged, even as the slashes slowly bleed him out, it charges with it's infamous speed. It makes a sharp turn and heads towards her this time. She tries to do the half turn maneuver only to have the ushi-oni learn from it's last mistake is prepared. The beast switches the direction of it's charge and caught unprepared she manages to save herself from a fatal, piercing blow.

She saw the movement a little too late but manages to move out of the way. The impact throws her directly into a tree which knocks over at the blow. The air rushes out of her lungs and she has a coughing fit. Damnit, damnit, damnit. She takes large, gulping breaths as she makes her way out of the collapsed tree.

She pats off the gathered splinters and lets out a huff of annoyance. It's been a while since I got an injury like this. She rolls out her shoulders, centering herself, as the adrenaline pumps throughout her body. Reenergized, she grabs her dropped rapier and slashes air, making sure that it was still in working order.

She throws off her long coat and takes off so fast only a mirage is left behind. The demonic bull, alarmed by her sudden disappearances, tenses itself. It cries out in pain as the sword moves lightning fast leaving thin slashes up its' back. It swings its' head to shove the culprit.

Predicting the turn of the demon's head she uses that as a chance to ram her dagger into its eye. His head lurches upwards in pain and she's pulled off her feet. She lets go of the blade and is thrown backwards and she does a back handspring.

The horns stops me from being close and I don't have my dagger anymore. Her face pinches slightly in disgust. Her stance drops slightly and she takes off in a sprint. Just going to have to tire it out. When she nears the beast she makes strikes in rapid succession and sprinting back out of range before the beast turns to the direction the injury came.

Slashes coat the entire demon as this goes on for a while until the Ushi-oni, enraged, manages to hit her on pure luck. She's sent across the clearing staring upwards. Getting an idea, she gets up before jumping onto the branch of a tree. The bull seeing his target charges at the tree.

The girl jumps onto another branch before it tore into the tree, knocking it down. It follows her with each tree she leaps onto before the abuse is too much for a the horn on its left side and it breaks. A smug smile stretches across her face while she jumps to the ground.

Sprinting to its left side it attempts to impale her but she ducks under it easily due to the missing horn. From her partially crouched position she points her rapier straight up and places her left hand at the tip of the handle creating extra support.

She lunges from her crouched position and plunges the blade straight up it's submandibular triangle*. The sword travels through all the flesh and bone and comes out at the top of it's head. It holds the position for a second before slumping down. Dead.

She yanks her rapier out of the demon and wipes it off on it's coat. She pants, trying to catch her breath. She grabs her dagger in the demon's eye and cringes slightly at the sucking sound of pulling it out and wipes off the gathered gore. She sheathes it while she taking the broken horn when her forgotten phone begins to ring.

A rush of irritation flows through her. Whoever the hell called her royally messed up a kill that was supposed to be easy. She grabs her phone and answers it, more rougher than needed.

Irritation colored her tone, "Who the hell is calling me on a job; I'll give you five seconds to explain yourself and it better be a good reason." She snaps angrily into the device.

"My, my, so cheeky my cute little subordinate." The man says amusedly.

Her eyes widen at her blunder. "I'm so sorry Mephisto-sama, I didn't realize it was you."

"I figured you didn't know. I have another job for you Ayame-chan." Ayame could hear his smirk across the phone.

"Not to be impudent but what could be so important that you called me in the middle of my current assignment?" She says while picking up her fallen cloak.

"It's important enough that I want to pull you immediately out of your current mission." Mephisto replied uncharacteristically serious.

It was Ayame's turn to smirk. "Ahead of you Mephisto-sama, I've just finished."

"As expected of my little pupil." The demon king speaks overtly enthusiastic.

She sweatdrops, "I'm not really your pupil… You didn't even teach me anything."

"That's besides the point." He dismisses. "How would you like to watch over the son of Satan for me?"

"...What."

What the hell did I get myself in to?

Ushi-oni: An ox-like demon in Japanese folklore.

Submandibular triangle: The area behind your chin but before your throat.