Having been delayed taking care of the rather violent girl, he found the chief had already left the cafe by the time he had returned leaving him confused on what to do.
Calling her and asking what out the question since knowing her ,she probably wouldn't answer his calls during an agruement and asking her back at home wouldn't end any results since she was one that absolutely separates her job from her personal life.
Slightly feeling lost, he decided for the time being to just roam about without any sort of intention ore reason binding him.
With a detached look in his eyes he just explored the city until he found himself climbing atone a hill around the outskirts of the district.
Ageis was divided into four districts each as large as a city of its own and currently he stood at the highest peak of district one,the urban metropolitan laided bare to him as the myraid of city light from the composition of neon lite skyscapers, car headlights, streets and so much more painted the distant city in a colorful light.
"My ambition?" He wondered his gaze pericing the distant city.
"Why do I fight? What is my reason for protecting them? What is my goal...my ambition?"
He raced multiple questions in his head but neither was answerable to him but a single one.
The more he questioned the more he seemed lost.
[Without you're memories you simply a tasteless husk. Empty and dull]
The world of the being he had dubbed his archenemies rang at the back of his mind, growing more prominent the more he questioned himself.
"Maybe Pamela is right, the past isn't important it's the future that is."
Gaining a slight headache due to all the questions ranning in his mind, he decided to empty his mind and just relax on the grass parchment on the hill he laided on.
Resting his hands in his head, he stared up in the slight darkended sky and heaved a sigh of relief before drifting to sleep.
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"A devil!"
Minutes after he had just closed his eyes he felt an otherworldly presence within the city. With inhuman swiftness he opened his eyes and sprang into a standing posture.
He then turned to the back of his right arm where an ancient black runes where printed.
"My mystics is still off!"
After a while of starting at the runes in his hands, he sighed realizing he would have to fight bared handed again.
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Within the center of the city, stood a pale colored youth with raven coloured hair.
His eyes a serene brown, reflected his surrounding road as he stood a step into the bustling road.....
BOOMMM!!!
Right as he did a dashing sports car crashed into him but....
Right upon impact, the cars and it's driver where divided into two equal parts with each part soaring pass him.....
There was silences as all the witness froze but said silence was broke as the severe parts of the sports car screeched across the asphalt road leaving in its wake oranges sparkles threatening to ignite into flames.
Watching the sight unfold the raven haired youth smiled and placed his arms within the pocket of his grey hoody before another vehicle this time a bus rammed into him, this time the front of the cars was craved inwardly upon impacting him crashing the driver within.
As the car came to an stop, another one bum into it from behind but as if faced with an unmovable force, it folded like paper micing the passengers within into a puddle of blood and flesh.
"Ha..." Watching all the scene of destruction unfold, the raven haired youth smiled and raised his head as the sudden wulf of blood fille dhis nostril.
Inhaling the stench of his making his eyes rolled back in a trace.
"Ah~ I wonder who will come, the sin or the pale chief!"
His voice beamed with unhidded taste of satisfied but it slowly died down one he felt a rather meager presence.
"An ant!"
He made that comparison and narrowed his gaze to the shivering white haired girl approaching him.
He sense the girl was a deomon hunter based on the runes inscribed pattern slowly forming on the back of her right palm but the girls expression and display went in contrast to her profession.
So he made than comparison after all in his eyes the girl was no more than an ant waiting to be crashed underneath his feets.
"Shouldn't deomon hunters know their place!"
As his gaze fell on the gril, she crumbled underneath the sight of his presence but compared to the fate of those behind her who had been crashed to death one might say she fared very well.
"Urg....."
He heard an undignified cry from the girl a she forcefully rose of the ground, in contrast to her frigthened expression her golden eyes displayed determination and said determined ignited the black runes in her hands causing to to manifest a silver sword in her right hands.
The sword ordinary in appeances had four gleamaing lights on its hint and it's manifestation erupted with the sounds of bells ching as the girl slowly pointed the sword at him.
"I shall... vanquish you fiend!"
The resolve in her eyes where magnificent and momentarily left the devil stun but.....
"Hahahhahhahahh...."
Like a broken recorded he let out a distorted laughter that shatter the nearby glass sending the shards flying into the surviving pedestrian who screams in terror upon their sealed fate but....
[Phase]
The white haired quickled stabbed her sword into the ground as a bell like sounds erupted ones again this time camping with its a brilliant like that engulf every within a certain radius.
As the light subsided, it revealed the surreal sight of the glass shards phasing through the pedestrian leaving them untouched and unharmed by any of the shards.
"A divine mystic!"
Bewildered he fainll understood the determination and resolvolrd look of the girl.
"Ofcourse you confidence is born of that!"
Retrieving his right hand from his pocket he stretched it towards the girl.
The girl understanding what he was about to do screamed at the civilian's to run but....
"Leaving an ant with a gun will leave the situation unchanged!"
He raised his arms and aimed at swiping it to the side and just as his fingers tore through the wind.....
" Depending on the number a misfire might occur!"
An equally pale hand held in in place.
"Yo..."
Tugging him back, agent three waved at the devil now a few distance from him.
"Envy!" The raven haired youth exclaimed and examined the figure that had tugged him back with.
"It's been a while diablo!"
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Fear tugged her heart a she took a stance forward.
She had seen multiple people get killed and she had fone nothing, the sheer level of the guilt she felt from being useless overshadowed her fright as she tried facing the devil who merely glanced at her like she was inferior.
"An ant."
Hearing his remark she wanted to cry because she knew his words where true.
She was merely a human trying to face a devil, a being Capable of laying waste to multiple countries in a single attack.
It was laughable to think she could compare to him as a matter of fact she would do him the hououred of sayings she was lesser than a ant...yes her existance was more like an atom when faced with the devil.
It wasn't just a matter of self esteem or lack of confidence but rather something more.
A feeling of inferiority to the being name as a devil.
"Shouldn't Deomon hunter know their place!"
Her thought where further enforced as the devil unleashed its presence on her.
She had been protected because of her mystic but this poor lives behind her where crashed to death without so much as a way to recation.
Of course she had survive and she was a glad she didn't end up like them but she hadn't come out unscathed as a matter of fact her insides where now a mess.
"Urg...."
She grow the urge to vomit out volumes upon volumes of blood but she resisted, biting her lips and forcing herself up.
The devil seems to find resisting charming and even burst into an uncontrollable laughter as she summoned her mystic relic.
The sheer power behind his laughter almost brought about a tragedy had she not channeled her unquie ability but when all was said and done, the devil found her existence insightly even after identifying her relic as divine it merely scoffed and aimed at eliminating her and the civilian, she strained her voice warning them to run but they hadn't been fast enough no she hasn't been fast enough and that cost her and them their lives.
As she saw the devil being down his hand, the images of a guillotine ready to behead one flashed the the back of her mind.
In the face of her impeding doom, a singular thought formed in her mind.
"No now!"
The vagueness of her though worried her but she knew she couldn't died now even if it meant she had to make some sacrifices.
Just before the finally moment of the devil attack as she dash forward she aimed as concentration on her mystic on herself to evade the attack.
She couldn't save the civilians but she could save herself.
She didn't care about the guilt if it meant she survived.
She didn't want to be a hero. She had just felt she had to do something but that something almost lead to her death and she wasn't ready to die not without filling that....
As she brace herself for the devil's attack a hand appeared out of now way and stopped the attack mid strike.
"With enough numbers they can cause a misfire!"
The being who had appeared out of no way pushed the devil back and glance at her.
Remembering where she had met himself somewhere, a unimaginable amount of shame washed over her a she realized what she was about to do minutes ago.
The being seem to judge her for her actions and merely shock his head before approaching the devil with confidence.
"Envy!" The devil remarked hints of anticaption and excitement in his tone.
"It's been a while Diablo!"
With no more words needed the two lashed towards each other and clashed.