They came in the dozens, horrid legions of the most unimaginable sort. Enough to scare the average man into insanity. But yet the more they came, the faster he would dispatch them. The bodies of demons, once powerful and feared, littered the snowy ground, yet more snow falling to cover them. Their slayer was an expert in his art, utilizing both small knives and a single gun. A gunmetal black 45 caliber pistol, aptly christened "Black Betty".
He was a valiant fighter, displaying as much fighting prowess as he did tenacity. Every stab of his knife was followed by a stiff kick to the corpse, sending it flying into the legion from which it came. When not engaged in close combat he wielded his pistol with immense skill, rarely requiring more than one shot to kill his would-be assailant. His long black hair, which draped over his shoulders, fluttered faintly in the wind with every movement. His icy blue stare scanning the approaching waves of enemies as he slid a hand inside his long black coat, removing a small object which appeared vaguely like a clock.
"Well boys and girls, this has been fun. However, I'm afraid I have bigger and better things to deal with." He grinned, punching a series of numbers into the bizarre object before tossing it into the air.
With a single step he cleanly jumped the thinned wave of demonic attackers, rolling behind a parked pickup truck just as the device, a crude but effective bomb, detonated just inches above the snow ground, killing every last one of the wretched creatures in a fiery explosion which practically incinerated many of its victims.
The triumphant devil hunter jumped out from behind his cover, grinning wildly at his accomplishment. "Yes! That was freaking awesome!"
His celebration was short lived, however, as a rather unsettling grunt alerted him of a looming presence behind him. There, at least two stories tall, covered in brown fur, stood the impressive frame of the ape demon Orangguerra. And it looked angry.
The two stood there for a moment, each looking the other over. One can only speculate as to what the ape was thinking as it stared down the young devil slayer. He stood an impressive six-feet-one-inch tall, long black hair draping over his broad shoulders. His age was difficult to pin down, as he had what would typically be described as a "baby face". But the obvious five-o'clock shadow pushed any question of extreme youth from the mind. And his exact nationality was also hard to pin down. His face was fairly western, but his thick and burly physique seemed fitting to the harsh Eastern European climate. His body strangely uncovered from the cold, wearing only what a westerner might consider to be street clothes for a mild day.
"Well, well, well.. What have we here? A big, ugly ape. And I take it you want a fight. Well.. Michael is my name, killing ugly fuckers like you is my game, but I got to run. What a shame!" Grinned Michael as he turned and ran, but not before firing a single shot, which nailed the beast directly in the eye.
As the beast recoiled in pain, Michael made a hasty escape. Tired and low on ammunition, he wouldn't have stood a chance against the much larger beast. And as much as it hurt his pride to run from a fight, he understood it was better to live to fight another day. After all, in his profession, they would likely meet again.
Michael's swift escape continued toward the safety of his office, which could clearly be seen in the distance. Despite the now heavily falling snow, his progress remained steady. Especially for a man with a body built more for power than speed. So steady, in fact, that he managed to reach his destination in no time at all.
Upon arriving in his small office, he immediately plopped down into a desk chair and rolled over to his makeshift desk, which comprised a stack of milk crates with a piece of plywood on them. Waiting there for him was a delicious pizza which he had carefully made himself just for the occasion.
However, the exhausted devil hunter found only an empty tray and a few scraps of cheese. His expression of anger quickly turned to that of suspicion, as he turned around to scan the room for intruders.
"Sorry. I got hungry while I waited.." Grinned a white haired man clad in a long red coat as he stepped from the shadows.
