The Life of Leon Loire
Chapter 1; My name's Leon \ Tell the Devil Seifer sent ya
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In a dark abandoned factory in Dollet Harbour, in a certain area of the harbour that scared war veterans shit-less, where there was a smell of blood strong enough to make said war veterans puke, the double locked and barred door's of the factory were kicked-in by a boy who didn't even look Twenty.
The boy stood tall in dark black jeans with four belt's, with a gunblade attached to them, a tight white T-shirt and a black leather jacket, the sleeves ending mid bicep, shooting from his wrist to mid forearm were flame tattoos'. Wild brown hair fell to his shoulder's with dangerous bang's that fell over a jagged scar and blazing red eyes.
Moonlight flooded through the now open doorway into the factory, revealing several men carrying knife's, chain's and jagged sabre's. It also lighted up a young girl who's clothes were torn and eye's bright blue eye's red rimmed.
"Is your name Aerith Strife." Came the chilling voice of the dark seemingly suicidal teen as he took a drag of a cigarette.
All the girl could do was nod weakly. The gang of man having tired of the 'brat' who was interrupting there fun cast a fire spell each on the youth.
As the smoke cleared it revealed the now bare-chested teen with his pant's also burned from the knee's down. His pale skin on the other hand remained un-harmed.
"I've been hired by your father to find you and break the leg's of the one's who took and\or hurt you." The men looked angry at the boy's arrogance. "If you don't what night-mares close your eye's."
As the girl closed her eye's and the men charged forward to attack the half-naked boy one of the men noticed something that sent a cold chill down his spine. Another set of tattoo's, two wing's seemingly sprouting from his back.
Stumbling backward and fell to the ground. "Your one of those fallen angel people !" before he could say another word the 'fallen angle' was before him lifting him into the air. "The fallen angel of wrath !" the man screamed as the boy buried his fist into the man's gut propelling the man into the opposite wall of the factory, that was 30 feet away.
"One down." As he spoke the men noticed he had…….fangs, what was he.
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At the same time across town in a neighbourhood famous for having a murder a week, at least. In the backroom of a bar that was well known for it's poker games, they bet young, often kidnapped, girls.
At a table, with six other men, sat a tall man wearing a pair of black jeans, a blue tank top with a white cross on it and a long grey trench coat that sleeves had been torn off. An impressive tattoo of a sea serpent whirled around his right forearm. He had short blond hair that was sleeked back and a scar running between glowing aqua eye's.
"I'll start the betting." said one of the men. Looking at his card's he said "Three underage girl's." the betting continued until the blond saw the guard's leave 'that give's me ten minute's till the next one's arrive.'
Smirking broadly the blonde announced his bet "I bet the life's of six men, whom I'm sure the Devil would love to meet, and oh look I got nothin'."
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Aerith Strife opened her eye's to see her kidnappers lying on the floor of the factory reeling in pain, there leg's in odd position's and the man from before standing with his hand outstretched toward her.
"Who are you ?" asked the girl in a raspy voice.
"My name's Leon." responded Leon's dark voice. The girl already had a love struck expression as she gazing at his chest, Leon swore inwardly, he'd never met a girl who wanted a knight in shining armour, nope they all wanted a demon in black leather.
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As the blonde shed his coat and top some of the men started to sob at what they saw while other's shouted "The fallen angel of greed".
"When you see the Devil, tell'im Seifer sent ya, right." Said the tall blond bearing his fang's while he smirked.
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