Chapter 2
"What do you mean "another one"?" Blake asked, walking backwards in front of the younger demon. He glared at Blake and bared his teeth.
"Don't you get into a fight. This job is very important for us, I'm not going to lose the chance to escort a horseman's steed!" Hakeem growled at the larger demon and interrupted his comeback. Blake glanced at the horse, tuning out the other demons reply.
He didn't know much about the whole horsemen of the apocalypse thing but his sister was obsessed when she found a game and would always go on about it before all of this and.. before he lost her. He shook himself out of his thoughts and turned to the demons.
"Which Horseman?" Blake asked, not sure of the names. Hakeem stopped and stared at him like he was the dumbest person he had ever met.
"The big one, rider of the red horse, the youngest of them. Ring a bell?" The larger demon said sarcastically. Blake crossed his arms and looked over the horse.
"What do you need it for?" Blake asked. Hakeem scoffed and started walking again.
"You stay away younglin'. This stallion is the death of anyone who ain't lucky enough to get away, and I'm definitely not letting a hybrid take it. I know what you're trying to do!" Hakeem hissed, walking away. Blake chuckled, he looked funny, a small old demon with a big gray beard speeding along the road. The younger one kept pace and they disappeared in an alley way.
Blake flew up to the roofs and was going to follow them but he heard a loud boom and turned around, blinking dirt out of his eyes from the explosion of dust from the hotel not far off.
He was once again curious and flew over. He didn't risk going inside. God knows how many demons were camping there, and he knew better than to challenge a big group of trained demons.
He heard muffled talking and climbed up to the roof. He figured they would come out soon, so he watched the streets.
The sun was falling and the moon rising to take its shift. Blake was half asleep on the roof still watching the streets. Suddenly a pillar collapsed and Blake scrambled off the roof and landed on a courthouse. He watched the building fall but looked back down when he saw a huge man standing in the square.
"What the..?" He muttered and realized who it was. He spotted one of his favorite demons come out and start speaking to him. Blake jumped down and walked over.
Vulgrim showed the warrior a horn but then made it disappear before he could get a good look at it.
"Hey Vulgrim! Still selling horns?" Blake asked, walking over. The soldier looked over at him, twin blue eyes glaring at him for interrupting his conversation with the merchant. Vulgrim turned around and chuckled.
"As long as they sell my friend!" Vulgrim called back. He turned back to the new comer and whispered a few things to him.
"Animal, this is War. Ever heard of him? I know your sister has." Vulgrim introduced.
War looked over this... creature as he classified it. He honestly had no idea of what to make of Animal. Then he thought of something.
"A shapeshifter?" War asked, still glaring at him. Animal smirked.
"How'd you know?" He asked with a smart attitude. War frowned. He could tell already he was going to have to deal with someone with a Strife personality.