Chapter 1 : Strange Omens

It was a full moon night but this office was still open for some reason. The room was medium sized and looked old. The front window was colored red by the light of the luminescent sign above it. The place was quite surreal. The walls were covered by stands where odd trophies were proudely displaid. They would of looked like normal hunting trophies if it wasn't for the fact that none of them were from wood or even safari animals. These were giant insects heads, faces of damned creatures, and extemly menacing looking antic weapons, some of them encastrated in the previous trophies. Like to contrast with this theme, Hard metal rock was being played by a jukebox wich was proudly standing under two crossed scimmetars : one was fire red and the other was sky blue. Next of it was a large pool table ready for a game, two sticks leaning against it.

The room was completed by a desk in the back of it. On it were lying all sorts of item : a old looking telephone, an obscured picture of a woman, a half eaten pizza and a night dark, highly crafted handgun. On it's side could be read in golden letters « Ebonny and Ivory ». And behind that desk was a man. Despite his white hair, the man looked no more than 30 years old. His outfit was unusuall : He was entirely clad in black and red. Red trousers, red coat with it's front covered by what would look like a black breastplate, only, it was of the same material as the rest of the outfit. One of his black gloved hands was lying on the gun whereas his right hand war grabing one of the pieces of the almost finished pizza. It had almost arrived at his mouth when the door opened. He put it down and looked at his guest. The person who had just entered wasn't that big, barely 1m65, but his monk like cloak that obscured his face gave him an ominuous look. Before the first man could talk, he shut the door and presented himself :

« Evening, I am the person who called a bit earlier about a problem. »

The man in red removed his hand from the dark gun and looked with his deep blue eyes at his guest.

« When you called, you gave the password, that obviously means you have an interesting job for me. » He had insisted on the word interesting, almost as a subtle threat to the other man.

He seemed to understand the underlying message and continued :

« Yes, the job I wish to give fits quite well in …. your domain. » He looked towards a gigantic two handed sword that had bat wings as a guard and the blade coming out of what looked like a dragon's head. It was planted in some sort of goat's skull hanging on the wall.

« Yes, exactly in your domain » He muttered with some satisfaction in his voice..

« I wish to hire you to protect a young man…

He was interupted by the man in red who rose up to meet him.

« Whoa ! whoa ! wait a minute, you're confusing me with a bodygard here. I don't do that kind of stuff ! »

The other man didn't have the slightest kind of movement. He just answered :

« Wait until I finish please. His ennemies are the sort you are used to dealing with, and their leader is a formidable foe. This young man has in mind to fight him but he will have no chance alone, that's why I wish you to help him… »

The man in red sat back on his chair and smilled for the first time since the other man's entrance. It was a predatory smile, one of a man waiting for the kill . he just said

« Do go on…