The person who gave the daemon the name Diablos really knew what he was saying.
The once pitch black daemon had evolved, It had white veins all over its body, an indication that it was entering its first steps into the white. The two horns on its head, its four eyes in the shape of a star that was rooted in the center of its face, its huge tail with the pike at its end, it two arms, one shaped like a spear, the other a cannon, its hind legs like that of a wolf. A real diablos.
Dr. Vott hid behind the broken down wall, bleeding from his forehead. The daemon continued to fire around randomly, looking for him. It really did come around to feast on only inquisitors. But did it know know he wasn't one?
Once a daemon started entering its white phase, it could fire a vestorer. All it needed was one white vein and that was all. Just one vein.
Dr. Vott shook his head. Now wasn't the time. Probably that rock that had hit his head earlier had made him light headed.
The daemon turned. Good. Slowly, Dr. Vott came out of his hiding place. The daemon started to fire around. quickly, Dr. Vott charged a black energy ball in his palm. He fired it at the daemon. The daemon turned swiftly, transforming its spear into a shield.
"F...Fascinating." Dr. Vott said, dodging out of the way as the daemon fired at him. A daemon that had sharp instincts. Indeed, a formidable opponent. Nevertheless, this was a null he fired. Nothing could withstand a null besides another hollow.
Dr. Vott quickly glanced at it. The shield had been tattered apart, not blown off like he had expected. Had it really withstood it? Most likely it had gotten used to it. But that was impossible unless...not to mention that it was flaking. Flaking into White. Whatever this thing's food source was, it must be really reliable. The daemon continued to fire. Guess he had no choice but to be more direct.
Dr. Vott came into view, rushing at the daemon. Encasing himself in total black armor, he rushed at the daemon. The daemon suddenly transformed its tattered shield into an arm. It reached out into its gun and pulled a black and white-veined covered tube out. it pointed its new advanced weapon at him and blasted. Crossing his arms over his chest, he braced for impact, being shot way back by the blast. He landed in a pile of rubble, wincing. He stood up only to fall back down. The daemon, without warning, jumped in the air, spinning round as he slammed Dr. Vott with his tail. Immediately, the daemon was shot back with the same amount of impact.
Dr. Vott smiled as the armor broke of. Blood began to drip from his mouth and nose. He had more than a concussion. He was going to die at this rate.
"Vott!" Miguel called out rushing to his side. "Vott, you alright?"
"Sure, sure, I feel splendid!" Vott said sarcastically.
"You've done enough, Vott. Thank you. I'll take care of this."
"You'll die." Dr. Vott said, "Die in more ways than one. That isn't a daemon. That's a phantom."
Phantoms. Amalgamations of several daemon that had willingly blended together to form one single daemon. They were bigger, stronger and feasted more to evolve, which explained its appetite for only inquisitors. They were a rarity, only faced by primes and primes alone; or anyone at their level.
"I'll bet you'll die in six minutes."
"Make that seven." Miguel said with a smile, removing a kunai from his pockets.
"Oh my....why are you inquisitors always the same? Running into the jaws of death like a mad man. Don't you know when to give up?"
Miguel smiled. "Its our duty. To the very end."
Dr. Vott looked at him and closed his eyes. It reminded him of his brother. His dear late brother, running into a building to kill a daemon when all he had to do was ignore it. That was all he had to do.
He shook his head. Forcing himself to his feet.
"Looks like someone is motivated."
"Shut up." Dr. Vott said with a smile. He touched Miguel shoulder, coating him with the black armor. "This hollow is the
"You'll be alright, right?"
"Hell would I know?" Dr. Vott said.