Chapter 1: Darkness

A man of about 22 years of age is walking up stairs leading to his apartment in some little town in Japan that he can barely remember the name of. He has short, spiked, black hair. He's wearing a black leather jacket and carrying a guitar case in his left hand that says " Devil Slayer" on the side of it in white letters; he has a bag of groceries in the other hand.

As he reaches his door he hears the voice again.

" Rihoko! Rihoko!" a voice of a woman calls out.

" Ah great ! She's dreaming again!" he says as he opens his door

-Calm down Alex she is still fighting the effects of pushing her power all those months ago-

" You keep your comments to yourself" Alex replies to the voice in his head known as The Darkness.

-But Alex she carries the Witchblade and-

"Yeah, yeah I know a weapon born of both you and Angelus that has passed on from woman to woman, generation to generation with users such as Joan of Arc and Cleopatra. You told me all this when you first told me to come here!" he shouts back at his inner demon. "But why she have to keep yapping in her sleep?"

-Battles that were at that level usually repeat themselves in the persons subconscious- The Darkness replies.

Alex had come to Japan eight months ago when both he and The Darkness sensed a serious amount of power being used that didn't match Angelus' or Magdelena's power; so Alex had hopped on a plane to investigate. When they got there they started hearing about weird murders that had been happening. Then there was a huge battle involving the witchblade and these robots that they later learned were called I-weapons. The carrier of the witchblade had decided to blow themselves up along with the I-weapons.

Idiot Alex thought as he was sitting in his living room. Alex had been in a lot of fights with both magical and non-magical opponents and he had never even thought of blowing himself up to win. As he finished that thought he noticed that the talking had stopped.

"Thank you" he said as he slumped back in his chair falling asleep.

Alex woke up a little while later from the sound of a door opening.

" Huh?" he said as he wondered who was opening a door that he could hear. Then when he heard foot steps and the sound of a blade being drawn he figured out that someone was in his apartment. He jumped up as he unclasp his guitar case grabbing one of the many weapons he hid in there while black organic armor coated his chest, legs, and arms over his cloths. He jumped out of the way just as a huge blade sliced his chair in half. He turned around and shot the double-barrel shot gun he had grabbed at his attacker; who ever it was dodged it and jumped toward Alex getting ready to slash at him again.

"I don't think so !" he said as three dark tentacles shot out from behind his shoulders grabbing his attacker.

" Let go of me!" his attacker screamed.

-It's the witchblade!- the darkness hissed.

"Man I thought Angelus' outfit was weird" he said as he looked up and down at the rather revealing armor that the woman wore; he didn't mind the view but he was just ambushed so his mind wasn't really in that place now.

" Let me go!" the witchblade wielder screamed.

Suddenly a knock came at the door, Alex retracted the face plate from his armor and while not letting go of the witchblade opened the door slightly.

" Estacado! What the hell is going on in there!" a short, bald man screamed at Alex.

" Mr. Tsuburaya?! I turned on the TV and It was blaring. I must have forgot I had it that loud from this morning. It won't happen again." Alex said calmly.

" It better not, or I'm calling the police!" the man said as he stormed away.

Alex closed the door. "Yeah call the police yah short little piece of crap, see what happens." Alex mumbled as he walked back to the situation at hand.

How ever the red head with the armor was replaced with the lady he pulled from the ruble six months ago.

Alex couldn't stop himself from saying it " I liked the other outfit better."

"Shut up and put me down!" She screamed.