Six months gone after his ban, Stephen lives like a normal bounty hunter as sideline in the small town of Abarrat. Doing little jobs for money after losing his title and position in a promising organization. Right now he thrives peacefully and without any life-threatening missions carried up on his shoulders. But he had lost almost everything after that day, not just his credential but also a part of his personal life: Friends, fiancé and most of his belongings. It seemed like the things that he worked hard with his life had become nothing but a collateral damage of the actions that he actually didn't do.
"Three shots, booze up", His grumpy drunk voice broke like a stupid frog caught in between rocks. He reeks like a beer and his face messed up like a rag. He's been like this since the day he was cast out of the institute and lost everything.
"Hey! You don't have enough tokens. Scram!", the lady serving the drinks scolded him. She looked down at him like he was some kind of a homeless person.
"Oh come on! I hunt vampires and werewolves for money and in no time I can pay you, double? Triple? Just pour it down beautiful lady", He winked at the woman in front of him. She just shrugged him in disgust and called the guys across the bar.
She gestured them to take Stephen out of the bar which they followed without hesitation.
"Get off!", Stephen snapped one of the guys away.
"You should get lost now or you'll get hurt", The bigger one warned him before taking his arms across his shoulder.
"You don't know me? I am one of the Black Pentagram!", Stephen pointed at them.
"I'm sorry but we don't have that here", The guy next to the big one said.
"Oh no?", He took a pace and strike a punch at the big guy beside him. The other two made advantage of his intoxication and locked him in with his arms. The big guy grabbed his face and punch him hard, almost knocking Stephen out.
Dozed up with the kick of both the beer and the guys around him, Stephen fell to his knees. Throwing his hands in the air in defeat. The guys pulled him up by his shoulders and dragged him out of the bar. Kicking the door open and throwing him like a sack of rice to the road.
Stephen winced at the pain of his crash, mixed with the bruises from the punches that he had just received. He looked up to the moon with his dull eyes and cursed himself of the things that is happening. He pulled himself up, slowly into his knees and gradually up to his feet. Walking slowly in zigzag motion like a dead just came up to life. He took his leather jacket off and hung it in his shoulder.
"If I see you white haired demon I'm gonna rip you out of that beautiful face of yours...fuck up", He murmured while taking short cross legged steps along the roadside in the middle of the night.
All of a sudden the hairs in his nape just stood up like small pins of needle. He put his hands on his pocket to calm down and steady his arms. Trying to act relax and prepared. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He's fully aware of this sensation- The feeling of being surrounded by threats.
"Damn...just damn...", he shut his eyes once again and took a grip of a small tube in his pocket. He felt some stares that is directly faced towards him. He let out a deep sigh and look around. Nothing was there except darkness all around him. But his senses for an incoming attack is heightened by experience and he was so sure that there is something lurking in the darkness. He stopped at his tracks and looked straight with a firm expression.
"Whatever you are, you are in a wrong path", Stephen said slowly as a warning. But got nothing in response. He felt a sudden pump in his heart and everything starts moving slow in a second or two.
Despite the grogginess that he felt because of getting drunk he managed to catch up his stead and braced himself by the surge and rush of energy in respond of a threat as he turned around in a snap and blocked the sharp claws that was coming to him.
He winced at the pain of the sharp grip of a wendigo's claw digging into his skin.
His shoes almost ripping out against the road with the force of the creature pushing him hard. He felt a strong surge of energy rushing through his nerves.
"Not this time!", he launched a thunder strength kick to the wendigo's gut sending it flying backwards. He put his jacket on and stepped back a few paces. He looked around in see yellow eyes beaming in the dark. Fog crawling like ghost in the midst of the night. There was a short silence at the moment. He took a deep breath again and grabbed the small tube in his pocket and shut his eyes to feel the vibe of the surrounding.
In a blink of an eye, the atmosphere suddenly weigh down as horde of flesh eating wendigos starting swarming around him like a storm. He pulled the tube and it immediately stretched into a whip spiralled with flames and flickering spark. Rolling clockwise as he danced with the flow of the whip like a dragon's tail striking towards the horde with flexibility and prowess. The flesh ripped out on some of the creatures but they keep on coming back for more. He's starting to feel exhausted as he was already drown in alcohol and yet fighting for another round or brawl. He tried to escape then but they just outnumbered him.
He danced with his whip again, striking the wendigos as hard as he can but they just keep on coming back.
"Fuck!", He cursed out of his breath as he grabbed his shoulders, bleeding from the scratches of the enemies.
The attack suddenly stopped. Stephen looked up and noticed that the wendigos and pulling back as if something is commanding them. He pulled himself up and looked around. The mist has become thicker than ever. He walked slowly towards the middle of the road and looked from his left to right but nothing was actually there. Yellow eyes still darting towards him from the dark. Then he heard steps coming from his back, the kind that sounds like high heels walking in a runway show. He gripped his whip hard and shut his eyes, concentrating. But he suddenly felt strange as the sound goes nearer and nearer.
He felt like his body is getting warm and hot like he feels like stripping down all his clothes. A strong sexual urge rose up inside him that his face is blushing from the sensation. He felt an erection of his manhood and he can shake the feeling of touching it or hit on to someone he has to. His eyes rolling back from the feeling of getting high in pleasure of an intercourse simulated in his nerves and senses. He bit his lips trying to fight the feeling but lust is something that is really hard to fight.
"You can give up to your need. When lust calls, your body cannot say no", a small chuckle crawled in the air, whispering like ghost into Stephen's ears.
He went on his knees, still fighting the urge for a sexual intercourse caused by a demon lady that feeds on human lust.
A woman with a long curly orange hair wearing a bondage outfit and a pair of killer heels appeared in front of him. Her skin so flawless that it put shame to those models that were usually seen in the television. Her face, so beautiful that it looks like an angels only with the absence of halo and a presence of a ram horn rolling in her head. Her lips so bloody red that it seems like it has been dipped endlessly to a blood and eyes so alluring that it can crash down ships with her stares.
Stephen looked up to her almost drooling. He pulled himself up and walked towards her with a plain look as if he was controlled remotely by something. He had given up into his need and feel deep into the charm of the woman in front of her. He took his shirt off as he walked towards her.
Just when he's about to wrap himself into the lady in front of him, a pair of hands covered his eyes from the back. A whisper just creeped into his ears so familiar that his mind woke up and his senses went back to normal in an instant.
"Thank me later", the voice sent shiver to his spine. His mind just fired up like a wildfire as it dragged him back to the reality. He opened his eyes and the hands were gone, he looked around to see a familiar face standing a few meters away from him.
"You again?", Stephen
"You again...", Darwin
They both said in unison only with the intonation differentiated by the punctuations used.
Darwin rolled his eyes at his face while Stephen sent him daggers with his glares.
"Spare the reunion. It's meal time", the lady cracked a sinister smile as her eyes begun to turn pitch black with small veins throbbing around her eye sockets.
Darwin took small paces towards Stephen. Looking straight into her eyes. It seemed like he's giving a nonverbal signal to him. His eyes shifted from moon gray to crimson and the air was filled with a dreadful vibe once again. Stephen didn't make a move, he seemed to understand what Darwin is trying to do.
"Burst", Darwin whispered as he put his hand on Stephen's shoulder and flipped forward to his back. Stephen grabbed his whip and flashed it with a thunderous strike to te wendigos coming his way again. While Darwin on his back moving in a lightning speed towards Myra, the succubus.
"You've been feeding my fantasies for centuries Blood Winter", Myra laughed as her bondage outfit wiggled and turned into scales and wings. Her three tails wiggling like snakes from her back.
"And you've been annoying me for centuries already", He flickered at her back gave her a lighting elbow strike that sent crashing forward. Blood splattered to the floor from the impact.
"Ughh! Is that how you greet woman?", Myra wiped the blood on her lips and stood up, She wiggled her tail and spikes started to spew out towards Darwin. He just smiled at the counter of his enemy. Unthreatened by his foe, he just gave him a bad look with all the spikes pierced through his face.
"No. This is how I do it", time suddenly stopped at the end of his words. Everything went slow motion as a sense of extreme fear filled the atmosphere. He took a short leap and dashed towards her from the altitude of his move and went straight through her chest "Real devils kill without dropping a sweat", his whispered crawled like nightmare into her ears. He pulled his hand with the heart of the woman that he just slaughtered.
She looked up to him with absolute shock. Her eyes turned to the hole in her chest to Darwin, her expression suddenly shifted from anger to pain then agony. Her screams roared like a death cry annoying him once again.
"Oh come on, shut up", He pulled her from her neck and lift him upward flying with his wings making a silhouette on the moonlight and throw her with force across the land. Just far enough so he wouldn't hear her voice at all. He just playfully let out a small yawn before looking down amused by how Stephen struggling in fighting with the wendigos. He rolled his eyes and went straight down and landed on his back.
"Need a hand? 3 2 1...no? ok", He shrugged his shoulders and turned his back to him.
"Damn", Stephen cursed under his breath.
Darwin turned to look at him through his shoulders and realized that he had a deep wound on his chest. He rolled his eyes again and walked towards him.
"It's because you're drunk", He pulled Stephen up to his feet and look sharply into his eye, "I'll temporarily command your little mind to forget about intoxication and fight the hell out of those nasty little creature", He started compelling him.
A surge of energy waved back through Stephen's nerves as if he just woke up from a deep slumber.
"Shit! I swear I was drunk as hell", He looked down to and shook his head. His eyes blinking as if he just got exorcise out of nothing.
"Now go!", He pulled Stephen once again and twist around to throw him like a grenade to the horde of wendigos coming to their way, "It's your fight I don't wanna put dirt in my hands", He mocked him with a taunting face.
"Fuck! Can you just be a human for once?!", Stephen roared from the other side. Sliding himself and striking his whip so hard that flesh and blood burned down like embers.
"Of course I can't be a human at all", Darwin checking his fingernails playfully.
"Well then, You'll be the next one after this!", He smashed a head making the blood splattered like flood on the ground.
"Because if I were to be a mere human like you, I could never do this one", Darwin returned a sinister look at him. His eyes turned crimson and yellow rings of light started circling around his lens. He stood up with a very malicious expression and lift his hand and snapped, time went slow motion for a second.
The familiar overwhelming eerie feelings filled everyone's core around him.
The horde stopped moving and the attack halted. The wendigos slowly moving backwards making a threatened faces and low gurgling voice. Some of them hissed at Stephen who was stopped by his tracks and curled to his knees in both pain caused by the wounds and fear caused by Darwin's ability.
"Fear thy progenitor of fear", Darwin's voice crawled coldly like a fog in the air making the wendigos scram like a disturbed flock of birds. Running away from them as much as they can and as fast as they could.
He walked towards Stephen and grabbed him by his neck.
"Didn't I tell you last time? The next time you'll cross path with me will the last time you'll draw breath", He pulled him up, holding a very strong grip of his neck that he struggled to breathe anymore.
"I lost everything...because of you...", He said in between breaths as he pulled the whip from across the road. The whip gleamed like a river of flames and he kicked him hard as he smashed a thunderous strike to his face.
"Now I don't like you", Darwin removed his sanity and brought back his intoxication while wiping the blood dripping from his lips.
"Ughhh here we go again", He grabbed his gut and vomit like a gargoyle in front of him. Darwin gave him a disgusted look.
All of a sudden, an extreme pain hit on both of them. Darwin hissed at the pain on his chest while Stephen at the pain on his back. The kind that felt like a burning skin.
"Ughhhh!! Arrhghhhhh! What the!", He ripped his coat and turned to see that a mark is burning into patterns in his skin. It eventually formed into a snake facing each other and surrounded in an inverted pentagram. The burning sensation lasted for minutes making Darwin and Stephen both screamed in pain and agony.
He looked down to see Stephen had his eyes turned blue again which sent a threatening signal to him.
"You...are coming with me", Stephen whispered.
The pain suddenly stopped. Darwin felt a very discomforting emotion inside him. Something is not right about what he said that he can't do anything but to follow him but in the verge of fighting and shrugging off the urge to do so. He crawled back slowly away from him. He flipped back and into his feet, pulled his black wings and attempted to take a flight but Stephen looked up to him with his eyes, beaming in blue that it stunned Darwin on his tracks.
"What are you doing?", Darwin pulled back the lump on his throat. His nerves low-key shaking from the look of his face. He tried compelling him once again but his ability doesn't seem to touch a part of his brain. The last time he knew was standing in front of him, frozen like a dumb and looking straight into his eyes.
Stephen pulled himself up and took paces towards him. His face so plain that he looked like he's looking down into an abyss.
"I said you are coming with me!", He grabbed Darwin by his arms and gave him a might strike in the gut which knocked him down in an instant.
He carried the unconscious Darwin on his shoulder and walked straight home, just looking straight and with no emotion and the snake mark on his back glowing under his shirt.