Chapter 1

POV: Third

A lone figure was walking down the dimly lit sidewalks of Denver late at night. The figure stopped under a lamppost allowing the light to show the figures appearance. The figure is a male that looks to be around 18 years old. He is wearing faded dark blue jeans that have tears in the knee, black boots, and a black hooded trench coat that reached his ankles with a red moon on the back. His face was covered by the hood except his mouth which had a metal senbon, about 3 inches long, sticking out of the corner of his mouth. The boy looked around the empty street around him before sighing.

"You can come out now or are you going to continue to stalk me?" He called out to no one in a dull bored tone. He stood there in silence for a couple of seconds before sickly sweet feminine voice spoke up.

"My my how long did you know I was there?" Another figure asked as she walked out of a nearby shadow. The new figure is a woman who looked to be in her mid twenties with blonde hair and yellow eyes that seemed to give off a hungry gleam. She is wearing black sweat pants, white sneakers, and a white shirt speckled with dried blood. She had her hands behind her back as she slowly walked towards the boy.

"Long enough." Replied the boy, still in his dull bored tone. The woman stopped a couple of feet from the boy before she started to giggle in a crazed fashion.

"Well then you wouldn't mind if a I got a little taste, would you?" She asked, the hungry gleam in her eyes growing as she did.

"A taste of what exactly?" Asked the boy. The woman's giggling increased until it turned into a full blown insane laughter. She swung her arms out from behind her revealing that she is holding two bloodied kitchen knives.

"Your Soul!" She shouted while rushing at the boy while swinging her knives around in a random fashion. The boy just continued to give her a bored look while he dodged and avoided each swing with ease. The woman growled when none of her attacks hit him. The boy suddenly jumped back while pulling something out of his coat and throwing it at the woman. She held up her arms to cover her face only to see that he had thrown 6 senbon that were sticking out of her right arm. The woman started laughing at what she thought was a weak and useless attack until her right arm suddenly went limp and dangled down lifelessly by her side. She looked surprised before growling at the boy who was casually standing in front of her while holding three senbon in each hand between each finger.

"What the hell did you do to me?!" She demanded while cradling her right shoulder.

"I just disabled all motor functioning in your right arm for several hours." He said casually before throwing 6 more senbon at her left arm causing that arm to go limp like the other. The woman's hungry look turned to fear when her arms went limp. She turned to run but fell down when her right leg refused to move properly. She looked back at it to see 6 more senbon in it. The boy slowly walked up to her while putting his senbon away and pulling out what looked like a katana's handle without a blade. The handle was wrapped in a black cloth and it was missing the usual guard. He held the part where the blade is supposed to be up to his left palm before slowly pulling it away. As he pulled it away a blade came with it. The blade ended after it was 2 and half feet long with a slight curve to it and the blade was an inch thick. The metal was black while the cutting edge was red. He stopped in front of the woman on the ground who was staring at the boy in fear. He brought up the sword and smiled at the woman showing off his slightly elongated canine teeth.

"Since you wanted a taste of my soul you wouldn't mind if I had a bit of yours as well?" He asked before swinging his sword, decapitating the woman. Instead of bleeding out her body turned black before it compacted down until it was only a floating dark red ball with a purple core surrounded by hexagonal plates. Her soul, specifically a kishin egg. The boy let out a sigh before putting the tip of his sword up to his left palm and slowly pushing the blade into it just like how when he pulled it out. There was no sound or wound, only the blade slowly sliding into his skin, like he was absorbing it. When he put the entire blade into his palm he pulled back the handle to reveal that their was no blade, he put the handle into his coat.

"Damn Damokles you usually kill them quickly and quietly, not scare the piss out of them. Is something wrong?" Asked a voice out of nowhere. Then the the boys right sleeve started dripping what looked like red and black blood before the blood started to move around and form a wolf's head with yellow eyes.

POV: Damokles

"It's nothing Fenrir, she just reminded me of her." I replied while spitting out the last part venomously. Fenrir just gave me an understanding nod before he reached out and swallowed the kishin egg whole. He looked up at me with his yellow eyes before speaking.

"That makes 90 kishin eggs." I nodded before turning around and walking away. Fenrir just moved back inside my sleeve before moving up my back and poking his head out from my coat over my right shoulder, knocking off my hood allowing my face to show. I have dark blonde hair that spikes in the back and sides as well as two bangs that frame my face and end at my chin, a pair of black rectangular glasses, and my eyes are yellow with slit pupils and bags under them.

"I think it's about time we go to DWMA, don't you think?" I asked Fenrir. He thought about it for a couple of seconds before nodding.

"Yeah your probably right. We can get some more kishin eggs on the way there and then we can get some more medicine from Malinda. No need to be their for longer than needed." He said. I nodded before walking into an ally that had a motorcycle leaded up against the wall. It's a black Suzuki GW250, my Suzuki GW250 to be exact.

"Wake me when we get there or when you need my help." Said Fenrir before he slid back into my hoodie and dissolving. I grabbed the helmet which is black with a red wolf design on it and put it on before getting on my bike and starting it. I revved the engine a couple of times before popping a wheelie and driving down the road. 'Next stop, Death City Nevada.'