Even if it was a holiday, it didn't mean that it was meant for everyone. Especially the Inquisitors.
The monstrosity was almost the size of a minivan. It had four round yellow eyes, two on each side of its head and no mouth. Its arms; three in number, the third being on its back, were long, with sharp claws at its fingertips. Its hind legs were bigger, giving some incredible boost to propel its body through the air.
And you'd think that should be enough to scare anybody.
The guy with blond hair and the dual red swords charged. He was an inquisitor. He slid underneath it, avoiding the third arm that tried to swipe at his head, slashing the monsters belly. The monster howled in pain, throwing a tantrum, ramming its fists haphazardly into the ground. It received a slash to the face by a hollow disk that had been thrown. The disk belonged to a younger inquisitor. He rolled as he caught the projectile, throwing it at the monster again. The other inquisitor charged from behind, but was kicked back by the monsters hind leg, blocking the attack with his two dual blades. The monster charged at younger inquisitor, screeching as it did. The boy dashed at it, throwing his halo. He jumped as the halo missed the daemon by a fraction. But it had distracted it long enough. The younger boy pulled his arm back and immediately a halo formed in it. The boy threw it with all his might at the daemons neck. The halo connected, spinning and spinning until finally, it slashed off the head completely. The younger inquisitor landed, losing balance as he lay on the ground.
Those who had been steaming the entire fight were cut between amazement and boredom, but the two inquisitors didn't care. The blond one, Jake Hill helped the younger one up, an Asian in his early twenties or even late teens. He had long grey hair that covered his eyes and a piercing on his right ear. His name was Shino Madarame.
The corpse slowly began to dissipate into smoke, until there was nothing left, not even the black blood it had spilled during the course of the fight.
The monster was called a Daemon. No one knew were they came from, or how they appeared, only that they had been around as long as humanity. They fed on licht energy, which was the energy of all living matter on earth, in order to survive. So, in order to fight them, humanity learnt how to harness their licht energy, developing techniques and discovering abilities to combat the daemon.
"Good work today, Shino," Jake praised him. Shino said nothing. He only took a halo on the ground, which shattered in his hand.
A man appeared from the crowd. He wore a black tank top underneath a blue and black jacket and black baggy pants. The jacket had an eagle symbol on the left pocket. The man had black hair and green eyes, with side burns that were now starting to show up.
"The two of you do know that this was Shield territory, right?" The man asked, a stern look on his face. Behind him was a woman his age, with the same outfit as his, minus the jacket.
"You could get in a lot of trouble because of this," The man said with a grin.
Jake looked at him, annoyed. He did not have the time for this. "The daemon suddenly appeared, and we just happened to be in the area."
"Protocol demands that if an area is being handled by Shield, your job is to…"
"Wait for you guys? Until what? It kills a dozen people." Jake walked past the man, "We're inquisitors. We don't take orders from you guys."
Shino looked at the Shield soldier and followed suite. The man only watched the two go.
"Well I guess you might as well handle clean up then," he muttered.
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Underneath the same area, a figure moved silently through the sewer. It had heard all the commotion that had gone above; the screams of the daemon, the constant pounding and finally, its final screech as it passed on. It however did not care. It had its own battle to fight.
The figure slumped itself against the wall, holding itself tightly as if something within it wanted to burst out. Its long claws pierced its flesh, leaking out a deeper shade of blood.
"Get out of my head!" It screamed, banging its head on the wall, over and over again. Each time it did that, the impact became weaker and weaker. It slumped to the ground, shaking violently clawing at the ground. It suddenly rose, slowly moving through the dirty sewer, its steps resounding in the dark underground. Its eyes searched seeing in the dark the roaches, rats and lizards that wandered about in their abode, feeding on whatever there was to feed on.
"I am not going up there." the figure said, "Never. You…and I… we will die here." The figure laid its head against the wall, closing its visible eye.
[That I cannot allow.] A voice resounded in its head [I want to go up]
"So that what? You'll kill more innocents? Over my dead body!"
[Innocents. Yet here you are, because of those innocents.]
The figure didn't reply to him. The voice continued to haunt him. [Thanks to these 'innocents' you can't even see the sun. How long has it been? Days? Weeks? Months? Years? Do you even know when you left? You're lost. A little walk won't …]
"ENOUGH!" The figure screamed. But that scream sounded like the roar of a monster, sending chills down his spine. Curling into a ball, he cried, or at least tried to. There were no tears from the eyes of a monster.