Footsteps sounded throughout the lonely passageway.
It was dark in the passageway before a burning flame brought light into the area.
That light itself revealed the surrounding walls and the current existing path.
A deep sigh resonated through the lifeless cave. "You humans... are quite cunning creatures yourselves." a tall demon in a trenchcoat muttered as he guided the torch in his sight.
The demon is known to be 'Damien Darkblood', a visitor from the chaotic plane that almost all humans can refer to, as hell.
He had no business being in this cave.
He really didn't.
But he had to.
Anything demonic related IS his job.
The humans of this planet start to fantasize about meeting creatures or performing deadly rituals to seek the knowledge of the unknown.
Their curiosity is what brings their demise.
They go on adventures with their little friends, only to forfeit their lives towards their own negligence of the supernatural.
For what they seek, and what they deemed to be fairy tales, would strike them with a dose of reality.
And the current reality now is that he was currently trudging through the passageway.
Along the walls were stained with human blood, corpses littered the hard surface of the cave floors.
Some in contact, some separated.
The faces of the humans who managed to die with their eyes open showed nothing but fear.
"Pardin me..." Darkblood walked slowly to a mangled corpse of a woman.
Bending slightly, he closed the horrified eyes, in hopes of calming her soul from continuing to witness the bloody mess.
Too bad that the soul can never rest, especially when seeing the life that was held dear to her be ripped away by... whatever was that attacked her and the others.
Darkblood tipped his fedora.
The demon looked grimly at the trail of blood that was leaking slowly from the female's mouth.
He inched a clawed finger and dipped it in the blood.
"!" a faint vision appeared.
The vision that was being replayed in his mind was the last views that the female witnessed before her passing.
In the vision, there were countless of people screaming.
Every cloaked member of this Satanic Cult tried to run to the exit.
Pushing, fighting with each other in desperation.
A dark shadowy blur passed, and then, the lights were out.
"Poor fool." Darkblood stood up.
He shook his head, "Didn't even make it close to the exit." standing up, he glanced forward before moving.
His eyes glanced around. From the corpses to the deep claw marks on the wall. It was as if some sort of beast was unleashed.
He paused yet again and caressed one of the hollowed gashes before grimacing.
A trace of demonic energy.
The detective from hell was no different with the feeling of demonic energy.
After all, he was practically born from it.
Yet these gashes on the wall, why does it seem even more... deadly.
What were these humans messing with... how idiotic of them if they were the reason this being appeared for the slaughter.
He then came across a large hole in the wall, beside it were the shattering remains of two large and well decorated doors.
Damien Darkblood frowned when he suddenly heard a cry.
It was the cry of a... child?
Stepping through the hole, his eyes lowered.
Bundles and groups of bodies gathered around in a circle.
These mangled corpses consisted of the young, the old, and the elderly,
Each hand, whether torn or complete, strangely pointed to the very middle of the circle.
Blood that leaked from the bodies created a puddle in the very middle, and in the middle, to the astonishment of Darkblood, was a baby boy.
The boy was curling up in the blood that was amongst the corpses.
The blonde hair stood out naturally from the terrifying red.
Three marks grazed into both cheeks.
The baby, upon finally hearing movement, stopped crying and opened his eyes.
Bright baby blues were innocently staring into the sharp white pupils of the detective.
"... Gah?" the baby started waving it's chubby arms at the demon with a friendly expression.
"..." Darkblood walked forward and with one hand holding the torch, his other slowly picked up the child, not caring for the blood that now stained his sleeve.
He cradled the cooing child and looked around.
There was no more sight or even a glimpse of demonic energy anymore.
How strange.
Bringing his eyes back down to the baby, he grunted.
The baby tilted it's head.
"A demon walks into a cave of a Satanic Cult, only to confront an angel that bathes in a puddle of blood, which was surrounded by corpses." Darkblood proceeded to walk through the bloody floors.
"What an interesting story..."
Leaving the room, only the giggling sounds of the baby echoed through the dark passage.
What is the child? Who is he?
Well... only time could tell for now.
Yes.
Only for now...