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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 24, 2019 18:54:40 GMT -5
Kazros Voxnir Centuries old stories place angels and demons against one another. Fighting for light and dark. Angels push back the corruption of demons, yet...demons are merely fallen angels. Those cast out by the heavens for one thing of another. Some it may have been a failed task that caused them to be tossed away. Others….well...other demons committed crimes against the heavens and the holy power that not even the archangels wish to repeat. Humans follow commandments of their own gods, of what they believe to be good and evil. It is a centuries old game that most supernatural creatures find to be entertaining in some form or fashion. Most of the stories were wrong. Even the tales of Lucifer himself were incorrect. Many demons were tricked by the archangels that wanted them to fall. Kazros Voxynir was an angel that fell for reasons much the same. He fought against the archangels pushing against their commands. He disobeyed them one too many times. But, he was saving humanity in doing so. So many lives had been spared by this angel that even his holiness saw how valuable Kazros was. Though one days Kazros took things too far in his defiance of the Archangel council. He stopped a war. He put an end to it and thus saved thousands of lives. But, the archangels were not pleased with his intervention. Many of the lives saved were corrupt souls that the angels wanted to see perish. Kazros was stripped of his wings and cast out, blamed for the blood of the innocent victims that died that day in his efforts to stop the war. To be fair the bitterness that Kazros felt toward the angels was well deserved. He sought revenge. He wanted to end every angel that still held their wings. The fallen angel became rather adept at being a demon, he even found joy in torturing the souls that were assigned to him. Stripping the souls from bodies and sending them into the pits of hell. This became his life. Slowly Kazros the angel disappeared and became Vox the demon. Vox the right hand of the Dark Circle. Centuries passed but he never forgot his hatred for the Archangels, he even managed to trick one. The feeling he got when he ripped the wings from the dead body of the angel was beyond anything he could imagine. Sweet. Sweet revenge. Though there was more to come. The demons planned to finish off the angels, to overtake the humans and run the world. The humans were given everything. They were protected and their lives flourished beneath such protection from the angels. But the humans...they were corrupt. They were no better than the demons, at least...that is how most of the demons felt. The plans took years to develop and implement...it was carefully done, fool proof. The angels would never see what was to come. “They are among us! Don’t you see it?” A man stood upon a brick wall with a poster board in his hands that read fear the demons. “Doomsday is coming! Join me in salvation!” He had on a tattered set of white robes that were tarnished from the dirt of the streets. “You!” He pointed to a man that stood among the crowd. The man had silvery eyes and black unkempt hair. A smirk curved up his lips slightly as he watched the old man before him. He wore a black bomber type jacket with a furry collar and a white shirt beneath, around his neck he wore a silver chain with a cross upon it. His lower lip was pierced with a silver ring that glistened in the cloudy light of a cool afternoon. “Me?” He questioned with a chuckle. “Do you believe in his holy savior?” The man questioned as people continued to walk passed ignoring him readily. The man stepped forward as the pastor stepped down from the brick wall. “Oh I believe in a lot of things.” The man chuckled. “The demons walk among us, only our holy savior can stop them.” The old man spoke. “Do you believe? Do you search for salvation?” The man snickered then. His canines were more pointed than normal. He reached forward and gripped onto the pastor’s shoulder. “You better start praying then old man.” His eyes turned a frightening red color. “Because this doomsday...well all the prayers in the world can’t stop it.” The poster board fell to the ground as the old man pulled away, his eyes wide. He scurried of quickly then, screaming incoherent words as he knocked a few people over. The man chuckled as he crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. “Doomsday.” He brushed his hair from his eyes that had returned to the silvery blue. “Vox.” A female’s voice spoke over the chatter of the people that walked down the streets. Vox looked over his shoulder. “Ari.” He grinned as he walked toward her. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” He bowed his head to her before his eyes locked on hers once more. “Why do you insist on playing with the humans?” She questioned as she motioned for him to follow. “We already have enough doomsday prepping scumbags, we don’t need you adding to the lot.” “What?” Vox snickered, “I didn’t do anything, all I did was talk to the guy.” They pushed into a bar. “All you did was talk to the guy.” Ari rolled her eyes as she looked to him. She had long flowing red hair and perfect skin, her eyes were a deep emerald. “Darling if only you put your energy into something more, useful.” She pat his cheek as she walked up to the bar. “After tonight, I will have plenty of useful things to do.” Vox grinned as he looked to her. “Can you imagine it? Being in control. Not having to slink around. No more angels.” He let out a sigh of relief. “Fucking angels, we all deserve the easy life they have. Lying bastards. You know most demons I know are better than the lot of angels?” He reached forward to his mug as the bartender slid it down to him. “I’d like to see them cast down, see what they think of being treated like we are.” Ari smirked as she looked to him. “Not all of us were betrayed like you, Vox. Though, I wouldn’t have it any other way, you belong here with us.” She touched his arm a moment before she took a swig of her own cocktail. “Tonight is the night.” She hummed happily. “No more angels.” She raised her glass to him. “No more angels.” He clinked his glass against hers. ** Everything went as planned that night. What angels were left were forced into hiding. The humans were overrun. Those that escaped hunkered down and began planning against the demons. Those unfortunate souls that didn’t escape were placed into servitude to the demons that now ran the world as they knew it. The cities were overtaken by demons, humans were forced to run the factories that provided the power and food. It wasn’t an easy life either, the humans were stripped of everything. Families were broken apart and separated by miles. Life was changed completely. Vox stood on his balcony, dark clouds in the distance rumbled the the imminent threat of a storm. He drank from a wine glass as he walked back into his home. His eyes glanced about his home. Other glasses were set about. A few other demons were passed out in various places throughout his home. A woman rushed about cleaning up after the mess of the party. He stood and watched her his expression almost bored. As she passed before him he reached forward and gripped her chin in his hand. Her eyes filled with fear as she looked up to him. “You missed a glass.” He growled to her. “What is it? You’re tired? Is that it?” He shoved her back. The woman whimpered as her back hit the wall and she crumpled to the floor. “Get up.” Vox snarled at her his demonic fangs visible. He moved forward toward her just as a knock came from the door. Vox let out a heavy breath as he gave a dark chuckle. “You’re lucky.” He spoke, “I’ve more important matters it seems.” He walked away from her then. Another knock from the door. “I’m coming!” Vox called as he made his way through the luxurious apartment. He pulled the door open and suddenly his eyes widened. “Ari!” He gasped as she fell forward into him. She was clutching onto her side, blood leaked from her mouth. He pulled her into his arms and rushed across the home and into his bedroom. He lay her carefully on his bed as he pulled away at her jacket. “What is this?” He looked to the hilt of a blade at was still stuck in her side. Her skin was crawling with black lines around the wound. He removed it and looked to the blade, it had symbols etched into it that glowed red to his touch. “What the hell?” He drew his brows together. “Ari?” He asked as he looked back to her. She had burn marks on her arms as well. “Vox...” She choked out as she gripped onto his arm. “It...is an enchanted blade...the angels...” She grit her teeth. “The humans got it from angels...” Her eyes fluttered. “No no no….Ari.” He cupped her cheek. “Focus.” He nodded to her. “Just breathe, don’t worry about that, hm?” He gave a weak smile. Angels? The angels that were forced into hiding...were they using the humans of the resistance to fight the demons? Fitting. The cowards didn’t want to lose their life but they damn well would use humans at their disposal to fight their war. Vox moved to hold Ari against his chest as her eyes began to glaze over. “Shhhh.” He cupped her cheek as she tried to speak. “Don’t.” He searched her eyes. “You’ll come back.” He nodded and gave a weak smile. “We always come back….you’re not going to die.” He kissed her forehead. “Resistance...follow...” There was a crash against the front door then. “The hell...” Vox snarled as he moved her to lay on the bed. He quickly grabbed his pistol from his bedside table, it was a revolver that packed a punch. Another crash and the sound of wood splintering. Vox watched as a team of humans rushed into the room armed with blades and guns with glowing bullets strapped to their hips. He drew his brows together as he watched one of the humans shoot one of the sleeping demons upon the couch. The eyes of the demon flashed a bright white and then...the demon was motionless. Vox’s eyes widened. Angels had intervened. He lifted his pistol and shot then before the attackers could see him. They were too focused on the other demons that were now away and scrambling to their feet. “Kill them!” He snapped as he pulled the trigger. The gun kicked back as the bullet flew through the air and sliced into the chest of one of the men. He shot the hand of another as he tried to lift his gun. “I was having a nice night until you showed up.” He growled as he rushed forward. “Which angel is it huh?” He slammed a man against the wall. The room was a war zone in that moment. Bullets flew through the air, men screamed. The demons rushed about, some were caught by the magical bullets. Others managed to kill the attackers. Vox gripped onto the man. “Which one?” He spoke through grit teeth. Then suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his side. Vox looked down as a blade pierced through him, his skin singed to the touch. It was coated in holy water. He staggered back and looked to the men that fought the others in the room. They were outnumbered. Vox ripped the blade from his side and rushed to the back bedroom. He slammed the door shut and slipped the lock into place. “Ari!” He cried, but she didn’t budge. He grit his teeth as he lifted her over his shoulder. The door burst open as he rushed toward the balcony. Vox leaped down the fire escape toward the city streets, bullets pinged off of the metal as the humans tried to land a shot on him. “Come on...” He muttered as he rushed forward. Vox made it to the streets as a rain began to fall, sheets of water plummeted from the skies. Lightning bounced about in the skies above him with deafening thunder to follow. The demon rushed through the streets of the city and eventually he pushed open the doors of a local bar. He staggered in as blood soaked through his white shirt. “Vox!” A man from behind the counter rushed around the counter and took Ari from his arms. Another steadied the demon. “What happened?” The man asked as he led him to the back. “Humans...hunters...the resistance.” Vox held his side, it still burned. Holy water was the only defense that the humans had against them….until tonight. “An angel...gave them some firepower….enchanted shit...” He grit his teeth as he was pushed to sit in a booth. The man began working on his side, patching him up by irrigating the wound. “An angel?” The barkeep asked with a growl. “I knew they wouldn’t stay in hiding forever. Using the humans hm? Cowards.” Vox nodded as he lay back and his eyes slipped shut. ** The next morning Vox washed up in the back and pulled on clean clothing. Ari was still unconscious, her injuries were much more severe. Vox looked to the barkeep and gave a nod. “I’ll get some Lujack Root...that should help her.” He spoke as he pulled his black bomber jacket over his shoulders. “You hear anything else about the humans who attacked us?” “Nothing. It’s been quiet...I know like it.” He spoke as he shook his head. “Me either Lou.” Vox pushed the door open and walked out into the overcast day. His eyes glanced about. No one seemed too frazzled. Maybe it was an isolated event? Why him? He scoffed. Of course he and Ari would be a target, they were on the Dark Council. There wasn’t much higher to go besides that unless the humans aimed to take out Lucifer himself. Vox shoved his hands into his pockets as he let out a breath of air that steamed into the chilly morning air. The storm seemed to bring a chill with it that he hadn’t felt in a while. He let out a long breath as he focused ahead of him. He need to get the root to make the antidote for Ari, he feared she wouldn’t recover unless he got it to her. His silvery eyes glanced about, he was almost nervous. How many humans were armed with those weapons now? He’d kill the lot of them if he had to. But he’d find the angel first... |
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Post by Nyte on Jul 24, 2019 20:40:25 GMT -5
 Krysta Lane
Life had been looking up. College graduation, with a study aboard to wrap up her degree, found a teaching job almost as soon as she had received her diploma and moved to a new town to start fresh. It was a good thing she told herself. Get away from the trouble in her hometown and be able to live on the straight and narrow happily. Nice apartment, decent car, and even a cute guy to crush on. Everything was great.
Then the damn apocalypse happened.
The large cities went first. Completely overrun by monsters and living nightmares who seemed to live for the fun of ripping open flesh and drowning the streets in blood. Then the suburbs. Picture perfect houses went up in flames and the tenant inside were drug from their homes kicking and screaming all the way while their new vile masters cackled at their misfortune. Krysta had been at a workshop when they struck. Away from the school and tucked away in some church, the only place big enough to support a few dozen teachers who were trying to learn the latest techniques and standardized testing tricks, and so the demon hordes were kept somewhat at bay while everyone inside panicked as reports and terrifying phone calls were delivered to the people who could do nothing but watch in horror as their world crumbled around them.
Krysta came from a family of certifiable nut cases. Doomsday preppers, conspiracy nuts, and alien abductees. As much as she hated her family for the hellish childhood she had endured she had sent out many silent thank yous to them when she slipped away form the panicked masses within the church to strike out on her own and hide until she could figure out what was going on and what she could do to survive. Her Dad, as crazy as he had been, had built an underground bunker for her to escape to when "shit hit the fan" nearby where she lived. He had bought a property built the bunker and then placed a shitty little mobile home on it as the entry point and all to clever disguise. Her family may have been nuts but they had money and spent it ridiculous ways. She made it to the bunker that night and waited for two weeks before even attempting to look back outside.
That had been a year ago. Krysta had managed to stay under the radar of the demons and monsters for the most part. Except for the one close encounter where she was pretty sure she was going to die but just ended up with a nasty set of claw mark scars along her ribs. That had been when she found the resistance. Or rather, they had found her. She had been out collecting supplies when a large dog-like demon had followed her scent and cornered her in an old abandoned grocery store. The pistol she had used on the beast had little to no effect and she had even stabbed it with a pitchfork to no avail. Then three humans barged in and in a furry of bullets she had been saved as the blessed and enchanted rounds make quick work of the monster. They then carried her out, beaten and bleeding, to take her back to another underground base where a whole community of people hid from the demons as a part of a resistance force. Damnedest thing was.. they were lead by an actual set of angels.
The angels were, to put it lightly, dicks. Rude, demanding and had very little tolerance for almost anyone around them despite their whole shtick being that they were "helping save humanity". To Krysta it seemed they were more into simply not dying. Either way it made the humans and angels good allies since they both wanted the demon scourge back into hell, or completely obliterated if at all possible. The weapons they made were basic. Guns, knives, a few swords and other miscellaneous things but it was the angels who made them demon killing machines. They engraved them while chanting and empowered them with holy light. When they hurt a demon with these weapons the wounds were serious or, more often than not, completely fatal.
Krysta had recently been assigned to a group that was tasked with finding out exactly where all the upper tier demons were being kept. They captured lower level demons and tortured them into submission. It was oddly easy to do actually. The lower whelps started to sing as soon as they thought they would have to endure any pain at the mercy of the humans with their blessed weapons. Krysta quickly found out that even monsters feared death and she used it to her advantage as often as she could. Eventually, after a handful of small fries, their group figured out where a demoness and demon, Ari and Vox, were living and hanging around at. The demons had made themselves comfortable during their time on earth it had seemed. So a strike group was organized and sent out to take care of the threat. Krysta and her group remained on their task of finding more information, especially anything on Lucifer.
From what Krysta had heard the raid had gone well but not exactly as planned. Disappointing but they now had a method of picking off the dark council members. They would just need to collect some more information on where the pair had fled to which was why a group of three people, Krysta, Marcus, and Tye were currently stalking their next victim. A demon who made his earning by providing luxuries to upper demons. Surely he would know quite a bit and they planned to extract the information from him. |
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 24, 2019 21:21:29 GMT -5
Lyle. That was the demon that Vox had to find. He’d managed to weasel himself up the food chain even though he was a lowly mammon demon, concerned only with making a profit. The 7 sins, yes those existed in the form of demons. Every demon that walked the earth had a vice, a sin that was particularly of interest to them. Like it or not. Ari was an Asmodeus demon, lust. Of course Vox was that of Sathanas, wrath. Each had their own. The demon held his hand to his side as he walked, it still ached but luckily Lou had fixed him up as well as he could hope. At least he wasn’t in the shape Ari was in, they would have both died if that was the case. He scoffed at the thought, at least 10 of his good demons were killed in that brawl. He only hoped that they’d brought down most of the damn humans that had stormed into his home. How dare they. How dare they interrupt an evening of celebration. It was officially 1 year since doomsday after all. Fitting that the angels would find a way to destroy such a momentous occasion. They always found a way to spoil things.
Vox kicked a ball of trash along the desolate sidewalk as he made his way through the city. Once bustling streets were now nearly barren. Only demons walked the streets. Humans were not allowed such a freedom unless accompanied by their masters. The walk took the demon to the edge of town, it was a further walk than he’d remembered but, he attributed it to his injury and his worry for Ari that only grew by the minute. She’d been with him since day one. She’d picked him up when he was a sobbing mess when he was cast down by the Archangels. Most thought of her as his lover, but they were more than that. Companion maybe was the more proper term. She lifted him up and propelled him forward, she taught him how to be a proper demon.
As Vox neared the edge of town he walked into an old abandoned building and followed a stairwell down a winding set of stairs into an old subway system beneath the city streets. He looked up to the flickering lights and winced slightly as one of the bulbs fizzled out. “I’ll have to report that.” He sighed as he made a mental note of the burned out bulb. The humans that worked for the city would have to replace it in any case. He walked forward through the empty station until he came to a red door. He lifted his hand and just as he was about to knock the door opened.
“Vox.” Lyle looked to him. He was a wiry lanky demon. If he didn’t have such control over the items and shipments he’d easily be taken out by the upper class demons of the Dark Circle. But, no one quite knew how Lyle ran his business so the greasy demon was allowed to keep it. His horns curled back along his head in a thick black curve. He wore a jacket and tattered jeans with old riding boots that he’d pulled off a dead body awhile back. “I’ve been expecting you, come in.” He grinned his demon fangs showing.
“Lyle, you know what we’ve told you about assuming your demon form.” Vox snarled at him, his own fangs showing. “If the humans were to get a glance of you, you’d be hunted down in an instant.” He slammed the door behind him as he advanced on the thin young demon before him. “The humans would have a hay day with you. With all the goods that you transport and ship in and out of our city. You know all of the Dark Circle. You’d get us all killed Lyle.” He’d walked the demon into the counter, Lyle was shaking.
His form reverted back, his horns seemed to sink into his head, his red eyes turned a deep brown. “It’s just so itchy.” He complained with a frown. He then giggled, “What humans would be wandering around in the subway station?” He mocked playfully. “I hear they are shooting up pent houses.”
Vox reached out and grabbed him around his throat suddenly, “Lyle.” He snarled, his eyes turned red and his short black horns protruded from his skull. “If you want to live to see another day. You had better stop the act.” His nails had turned black and lengthened into pointed claws that pierced into the demons neck, drawing a slight amount of blood.
“O-of course sire.” Lyle quivered now, the smile wiped from his face. “Y-you need something? I-I heard through the vine that Ari was injured...I-I heard angels are to blame.” He slipped from Vox’s grip and grasped a small wooden box. He still quivered as he looked to the threatening demon before him.
Vox’s features slowly repressed as he let out a long breath. “Apparently so.” He reached forward and grasped the box. “I imagine things are about to get interesting if the angels have given enchanted weapons to the humans. Now that they have more than holy water we need to be more careful than ever.”
“I….heard something boss.” Lyle spoke as he bit his lip. “I heard a few subordinate demons have gone missing...”
Vox looked to Lyle a long moment before he opened the wooden box and looked inside to the black and red twists of the Lujack Root. “Did you report it to the Circle?” He questioned softly. A beep came from one of the computers on Lyle’s desk. The demon moved quickly over to it and clicked around. “Lyle? Did you--...”
“We don’t have time to worry about what I did and did not do.” Lyle spoke up as he looked into the cameras. A group had entered the subway system, he could see the guns in their hands. “Look.” He turned the monitor.
Vox drew his brows together. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Are they fucking following me?” He snarled his eyes deepened red for a moment before they returned to silver.
“Here.” Lyle pulled an assault rifle from behind his counter and tossed it to Vox.
“Don’t you have a secret exit or something?” Vox grit his teeth.
“I wish.” Lyle loaded his weapon. “Why don’t you go into the back room? Huh? You’re more important than I am. If I die my safe has all of the information on my trades. The lock is 12:18.” He nodded toward the back door. “it has a latch. It’ll buy time.” He moved to the metal door and slid the deadbolt into place. “They won’t expect you here...I’ve had humans try to raid my items before. This isn’t new.” He nodded. “Humans even purchase things from me. Most think I am a human.” He chuckled. “Fitting hm?” He motioned again. “So let me handle it.” He nodded and turned his back to Vox.
Vox grit his teeth as he moved into the back room, he locked the door with the drop down metal bar and then he pushed a bookcase in front of it. He paced slightly as he listened….perhaps the group was just another set of humans to purchase from Lyle? He could only hope that was the case.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 24, 2019 22:02:49 GMT -5
As the three humans approached the lair where their target was reported to linger each of them became far more leery. It was supposed to be a somewhat easy job. Get in subdue and extract then kill the demon off and act on the information they had received. Normally they kept the demons they questioned alive for a while to ensure the intel was good but with a high profile target they didn't want him running back to the council. They would get what they could and then end the contact then and there. Apparently some desperate humans had earned the demon's trust, or tricked him somehow and had made purchases from him, so their angle in was to act as potential buyers at first.
Walking up to the door in the subway Marcus reached up and knocked on the metal frame. "Lyle, open up!" He told him. "We need a trade." The plea was to sound a little desperate so the demon would be encouraged to bring them in hoping to take advantage of the naive humans.
When the door opened the three kept their weapons on their backs. To come unarmed would be more suspicious than to come with them. "Hey fellas. What's going on? What cha need?" Lyle asked in his smooth tone and quick smile that he used with all his customers. "Come on in. I've just gotten some new stuff in I think you'll love."
"Actually.." Marcus said as they were let in and they glanced around at the various items around the room. Demons treasured odd things. Actually the room looked like one of those twisted serial killer laboratories in the movies. Jars and boxes upon shelves. The jars that they could see the contents had dead animals or even severed body parts. Art, as it were. A display of the demons' total domination of the earth. "We needed some wine. A bit of a celebration. Killed ourselves a some council members."
Lyle faked surprise and smiled as if pleased to hear the news. "Really now? That's some accomplishment and indeed deserves fine bottles of wine. How many you looking to get and who were the unlucky two?"
"A guy who looked like he like orgies with more men than women, judging by the guests at his house party, and some demon slut who slept her way to the top." Marcus replied as Krysta and Tye spread out on either side of Lyle to surround him. While under the pretenses of simply looking through his wares though. "A dozen bottles if you got it though."
"That so? Sounds like quite an event. A dozen bottles is a lot to come by you know. The demon scum keep that stuff under lock and key mostly. I may be able to deliver a case though." Lyle's nervousness was starting to show as he backed away from Marcus and towards a wall.
"Why don't you just tell us where you get it and we'll save you a trip." Marcus pulled his gun around and pointed it at Lyle at the same time the other two did which pinned Lyle in place with no where to run. "In fact, if you tell us where a few other things are we'll even let you go. Sound like a fair deal?"
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 24, 2019 22:25:08 GMT -5
Lyle let out an uneasy laugh as he backed himself up a few more steps so his back pressed against his counter. His gun was laying just on the other side. “Now now...” He looked to Marcus. “How can I run a simple business if I tell you where I get my goods?” He flicked his eyes back and forth to the other two, calculating it seemed. “A delivery, free of my normal fees, just for you hm? For taking out those scumbags.” He cleared his throat.
“Would you look at this.” Tye stepped forward and lifted the gun from the counter. “You think you’re slick huh?” He tossed it across the room. The rifle skidded and clattered against the wall.
“Oh...that?” Lyle bit his lower lip slightly. “I mean, you three have your guns on me, what would I have done with that?”
Marcus pressed the muzzle of his gun against Lyle’s chest. “Why don’t you tell us how you knew it was two demons? I never said how many.”
Lyle’s nerves were beginning to get ahold of him now, a bit of sweat beaded on his brow. “Did I say two? I mean, you implied more than one...” He stopped speaking as Marcus pressed the gun more to his chest. “I’ll get you the wine, truly...free of charge if you want...” He spoke quickly.
Marcus chuckled as he tilted his head slightly, “Tell me, do you know the two demons?” He asked. “One goes by Vox, he’s apparently a big hitter. Pretty high up on the food chain. The other is Ari. Ring a bell?”
“Why would I know the council members?” Lyle shot back.
“Well.” Marcus frowned slightly. “Because you’re a demon, Lyle. The high class demons come to you for this weird stuff you carry.”
“Like this.” Tye pulled a jar down from a shelf. “Are these eyes?” He wrinkled up his nose as he looked into the murky fluid.
“Careful with that!” Lyle snarled, his eyes turned red. Threaten a demon enough and their human appearance would always be brought down. Angels were no different. Lyle took in quick breaths as he stared into Marcus’ eyes. “Look I trade with your kind.” His brows tucked together. “I give you fair prices on guns and ammunition. Food. Drinks. Hell you humans buy more drinks from me and the council members.” He scoffed. “It’s the circle by the way. Not the council. They think it’s humorous that you humans call it a council. They are the Dark Circle.”
Marcus smirked as he listened to the demon ramble. He hadn’t even pressed for much information and the demon was already spitting information at him. “You want to live, Lyle? Tell me where the two demons ran to.”
Lyle glared to him and let out a laugh. “You’re just going to kill me. I’m not stupid. So why don’t I get you that case and you’ll be on your way?”
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Vox stood with his arms crossed over his chest. He paced back and forth slightly. He couldn’t hear anything through the thick walls of the subway bunker that Lyle had created. He glanced around at the various goods. He assumed he would hear gunfire. So maybe the humans were just in for a trade. Lyle said he traded with humans, Vox wouldn’t put it passed the greasy demon to do such a thing. He then jumped slightly as he heard the door handle rattle to the room he was in. Vox pulled his rifle and took a few steps back he aimed it at the door, his finger hovered over the trigger. “Come on.” He narrowed his brows.
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“What’s behind here?” Tye asked as he looked to Lyle. “What are you hiding? Unlock it.”
“Oh I can’t.” Lyle spoke quickly. “It’s blocked from the other side I’m afraid. Always has been.” He shrugged slightly with his smile that he always seemed to offer his customers. A sly look that made most feel uncomfortable.
Tye slammed his shoulder against the door and grunted slightly. “I bet he has something in there, Marcus.” He looked to Krysta, “Want to help me get this open?” He asked.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 24, 2019 22:51:38 GMT -5
As the conversation went on between Marcus and Lyle Krysta shook her head as the demon slipped up in his human facade. She had never dealt with Lyle personally but from the stories she had heard it had been pretty obvious that he was a demon from the get go. He was just to calm, to comfortable in this demon run world, and didn't check over his shoulder often enough. It was a rule humans had to survive. Always be aware of their surroundings. When Tye picked up the jar with eyes in it, prompting the rather obvious reaction from Lyle in showing his true nature, she also wrinkled her nose in disgust. Demons were truly vile.
As the interaction when on Lyle continued with his lies. Even in the face of death. She had to give him a little credit. He was the first demon that didn't start to instantly sing when he had the barrel of a gun looking down his throat. Perhaps the higher up they went the tougher they actually were. It didn't matter. Even the "Dark Circle" demons had run when they were faced with weapons that could actually hurt them.
When Tye asked for help with the supposed locked door Krysta nodded and ran her fingers along the the edges of the door. The hinges were on the inside, so they couldn't lift them and open it, but there was a little space between the bottom of the door and the floor. Getting on her stomach she closed one eye and peered underneath to see if she could tell if anything was inside. She was only on the floor for a second before she popped up and had her gun at the ready. "Someone is in there." She had seen shoes walk across the room and there was a light on within the room as well.
Tye's expression fell serious and the pair of them backed away from the door with their guns leveled. They pulled their triggers at the same time and shot through the thick walls in an attempt to kill who ever Lyle was trying to protect on the other side. Marcus jammed the nose of his gun so far into Lyle's chest that he was nearly forced backwards over the counter. "You son of a bitch you think you can lie to us and get away with it?" Taking a smaller pistol out of his thigh holster Marcus shot Lyle in the foot with one of their sacred rounds which caused the demon to lose his human appearance as he howled in pain.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 24, 2019 23:06:55 GMT -5
Vox heard the rustling from behind the door. It was seconds later that gunfire ensued. He dodged and slammed his body to the floor. A bullet grazed his side, just a superficial wound. Though it caused immense pain. “Fuck those angels.” He snarled out, his eyes red like the fires of hell. His chest rose and fell quickly as he lay flat against the ground, blood leaked from his side as he waited. The bookcase that he’d placed on the other side of the door helped shield him, otherwise he might have been a pin cushion for the barrage of bullets that were sent his direction.
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Lyle went to speak but Marcus had shot him in the foot quickly. His full demon form came to light as he cried out in agony. “Alright!” He cried. “It’s….just my cousin in there.” He lied, though there was some truth to the notion. Lyle had once been an angel as well. Though he’d committed enough acts of sin to get thrown from the heavens, unlike Vox.
“You’re all cousins.” Marcus snapped at him before he fired another round into Lyle’s opposite foot.
Lyle screamed in agony as he fell to the floor, he writhed. “He doesn’t deal in my business….I told him to hide in there.” The demon hissed out.
Marcus shot another round into Lyle’s shoulder. “Tell me the name. Tell me who is in that room.”
Lyle whimpered as he gripped his shoulder, his skin had paled from the three shots. “Just...my cousin...” He grit his teeth. “Cousin Vox.” He whispered.
“What was that?” Marcus was on the floor with the barrel of the pistol pressed against Lyle’s head.
Lyle began chuckling. “Oh you had better hope you hit him.” He looked at Marcus, “The wrath that will come down upon you. I’ll pray for you boy.” Lyle cackled. “Vox is the last demon you should screw with.”
“Well, well...” Marcus grinned, “That’s what we need.” He then pulled the trigger and Lyle’s blood splattered upon the floor. “Let’s get us a council member eh?” He grinned as he looked to Tye and Krysta.
It was that moment that the door that was once locked burst off of its hinges. Vox came running out and slammed into Marcus whom was still crouched over Lyle’s body on the floor. He gripped onto the man’s shoulders and rammed him into the hard concrete wall wielding him unconscious. He then spun as he pulled his pistol and aimed it at Krysta his chest heaved. “It would be smart of you two.” His eyes flicked to Tye whom had his gun honed in on Vox. “To leave, take your buddy here and go.” His eyes remained silver even with the rage that boiled within him. He had much more control over his appearance than most of the demons.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 24, 2019 23:25:32 GMT -5
After filling the hidden room with bullets Tye looked triumphant as he placed his gun on his shoulder and looked at Krysta with a cocky smirk. She, on the other hand, wasn't convinced they had managed to kill the creature on the other side. She had seen her fair share of remarkable shit and wanted to confirm the demon's death before she celebrated. Tye had also turned to watch as Lyle was questioned further, shot a couple times, and then finally gave up the name of who he had bothered to hide. When he heard the name Vox Tye's smile quickly faded.
When the door exploded Krysta was forced to hide her face in order to prevent the shrapnel from hitting her in the eyes. As soon as she was able to she brought her gun back up level and turned to face monster that had emerged from the side room. She hadn't seen Vox yet, not even a picture, so when she laid eyes on him for the first time she was a bit surprised that he wasn't a red eyed monster. All demons who felt threatened eventually lowered their disguise. There were better things to focus on rather than looking pretty. He kept up the appearance well.
"Why would we do that? Pull the trigger on me and she shoots, pull it on her and I shoot. Either way you take a shot and you're dead." Tye threatened as he also had his gun leveled at Vox. "Now put down the gun and step away from Marcus. Else you'll join your little songbird friend here." Tye tried to act a lot braver than he was. Underneath the facade he was terrified. He wasn't supposed to be the one question a council member. He was just a messenger. Find weaklings and pull info for their bigger guys who could take more of a beating.
"I wont give you much time to decide. You have until the count of five to drop the gun and take four paces to your right and away from Marcus." Krysta directed him. "I know you don't wanna die, and I'm afraid you're out gunned and out numbered. Now.. five.. four.. three.."
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 24, 2019 23:43:47 GMT -5
Vox smirked as he watched Tye, he could smell the fear off of the man from where he stood. Though his eyes leveled on the woman and a grin split his lips. She was forward and to the point, she wasn’t shaking in her boots. “Do you promise to take me to the angels?” He grinned cutting her off mid sentence. “Perhaps we could work a deal?” He didn’t budge from where he stood. He knew he was outnumbered. Out gunned. But with his whit he’d gotten out of a few sticky situations over the years. “Look, I have arrangements.” He tossed the rifled over his shoulder, it hung over his back by the strap. He held up his finger as if to ask for one second. “See this?” He pulled the small box from his pocket. “This is very important to me. Now you might not understand how important.” He stepped forward then, his eyes never left Krysta. “A woman that is very dear to me is injured.” He glanced to Tye, he recognized him from the attack on his home. “You might know her.” He smirked.
“Step back from her!” Tye spoke up his finger over the trigger of his gun.
Vox drew his brows together, he put the small wooden box back into his pocket and raised both hands. “If you wanted to kill me.” He spoke. “You would have already.” He looked to Tye. “So what is it that you want?” He questioned. “I can tell you things of the angels that you’d never dream to be true.” He smirked and then looked back to Krysta. “Do you have someone you love?” He asked focusing on her. “Someone you cherish, girl?” His voice seemed to soften as he spoke to her.
“I know what you’re doing.” Tye moved forward quickly and brought the butt of his rifle against the back of Vox’s legs.
Vox winced slightly, his hands were raised as he felt the barrel of the gun against the side of his head. “You’re a bit of an annoyance.” He took in a breath.
“You really aren’t in the position to complain, demon.” Tye held up his composure, though his hands were shaking.
Vox smirked, “Perhaps pest is a better word. What do you think?” He smiled to Krysta a moment and just as Tye pressed the barrel more against him he moved with a swiftness that caused him to almost become a blur. He ripped Tye’s gun from his hands and smacked the butt of the rifle against Tye’s head with a heavy blow before he dropped the gun to the ground. He then put his hands in his pockets as he looked to Krysta once again. “What is it that you want from me?” He asked in a curious tone. “Most humans would have shot me by now.” Though he imagined that there was a reason they had come after him in the first place. Vox was calm and collected for the situation he was in. His eyes remained on her. “I don’t have much time to spare, you understand?” He raised a brow slightly. Marcus was beginning to stir behind him though Vox had his sole attention of Krysta.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 25, 2019 10:56:00 GMT -5
As usual Tye was getting ahead of himself. Pressing in to close, thinking he had more of an upper hand than he did, and lacking any sense of negotiation. That was how Krysta had been effective. She had to make the demons think they were at least getting a fair deal for offering up their information. The interesting thing was that Vox offered up information on the angels, not the demons. No one else they had ever caught had even brought up the angels. It wasn't surprising that they knew of them of course but what did he hope to gain in giving information about the human allies? No matter what he said it wouldn't sway their decision to send the hordes of demons back to hell.
"No, I don't." Krysta replied to his question on if she had someone she held dear. She kept to herself, did her job, and went to bed at night with a clear conscious. Many people had formed relationships during the year of the apocalypse but she had not. Romantic entanglements reduced her chances to survive. People did stupid things when they thought the person they loved was in danger. She avoided the whole mess by simply ignoring any and every advance someone had tried on her.
When Vox knocked out Tye she also placed her finger on the trigger and with a flat tone she said, "Try something like that again and you'll have a bullet between your eyes, got it? You're right, most humans would have just shot you, and perhaps that's what I should do but I think you can offer me more information than I can get elsewhere. I don't give a shit what you say about the angels. I already know those guys are a bunch of assholes who are only looking out for themselves. It just so happens they help us too. What I want from you is information on the other Dark Circle members and Lucifer himself. I want you demon scum off earth. Now, from what I understand if you're sent back you get to live but if I shoot you with these bullets that's it for you. Total annihilation. So here's my offer. I'm gonna take you somewhere a bit more secure where we can have a chat and then once we get the info we want you can go on your merry way. Enjoy life on earth while you still can."
By this time Marcus had roused himself enough to sit up and see what had transpired during his little head-to-wall induced nap. Tye was on the ground next to the demon but Krysta was still up and had Vox on the business end of her rifle. With a groan he managed to push himself up off the floor and picked up his gun once more. "That fucking hurt." He complained and simply sighed as he say that Tye was still breathing when he walked over to Krysta.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 25, 2019 11:19:29 GMT -5
Vox watched Krysta with trained eyes. He took in her breathing, her expression, just how she held the gun. Every aspect, she was trained, she wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet in his skull. “Ah that part, you might be correct.” He spoke in regards to the specialized bullets. “Or the angels could be lying, they’re known for that.” He still stood with his hands in his pockets, his posture relaxed. He grinned though to her comment about the angels being assholes. At least the girl knew something. Perhaps she had a head upon her shoulder more than that of the average human. He remained quiet as she spoke on in a monologue though a smirk remained on his lips. She wanted information on Lucifer, what was a human going to do with such information? Get killed. At least that would solve a few of his problems. He sighed when Marcus stood and the complaint came from his mouth. “Well, you were rather threatening. I couldn’t just allow you to go off like a loose cannon like that. Look at poor Lyle.” He clicked his tongue.
The demon then looked back to Krysta, “Say I believe that you’ll actually release me.” He grinned as he looked to her. “Are you looking to make a deal with death? Information on Lucifer darling...” He raised a brow. “Now that’s highly classified information. Surly the angels don’t even know much of Lucifer anymore since he was cast down much like the rest of us.” He searched her eyes, almost as if he was looking for a weakness in her. His words were smooth as silk. If there was one thing that Vox was good at he could have been an incubus if he wasn’t so full of wrath toward the Archangels. He glanced to Tye whom lay on the floor near him and with the ball of his foot he pushed him to roll onto his back. He grimaced slightly, “That may leave a mark.” He smirked then as he looked to Krysta. “Information on the members of the Dark Circle won’t get you far, darling. I’m afraid they are scattered throughout the world. Ari and I were the only ones in this city for quite some time. D day was a year ago yesterday.” He watched her closely. “Though.” He paused with thoughtful eyes. “If you really want to make a deal with me I might just give you all that precious information that you are searching for. I was Lucifer’s right hand for the apocalypse after all.” He smirked then as he watched her.
“Quit playing games.” Marcus growled at the demon as he pulled a zip tie from his pocket. “Hands.”
“Oh do we really have to go to such measures?” Vox sighed heavily. “Those bruise you know?”
“Now or she puts a bullet in your skull demon.” Marcus ordered. He was more defensive than Tye, he was smart about his distance and where he placed himself when he walked up to Vox.
Vox let out a heavy sigh, “You know.” He looked to Krysta. “I can’t seem to understand why you keep these two oafs around.” He chuckled as he pulled his hands from his pockets. Marcus quickly grasped one of his hands and tightened down the tie. “Hey...” Vox looked to him with a disgruntled expression. “Not so rough, hm?” He grinned, “I’m precious cargo after all.” He winced as Marcus pulled his arms behind his back and tightened the ties down. “Oh good, you listen so well.” He rolled his eyes. “I do rather think this is a bit overkill, darling.” He looked to Krysta again. “If I am helping you to help me, why all the charade?”
“Shut up.” Marcus buried the butt of his rifle against Vox’s back.
Vox stumbled forward and grit his teeth, his jaw tensed and he let out a slight growl. “You’re pushing your luck, friend.” He warned, his demonic fangs were visible as he spoke.
“Ah there it is.” Marcus chuckled. “I knew we’d get you to show yourself at some point.” He looked to Krysta a moment before he knelt next to Tye. “Get up.” He tapped him and the man began to rouse.
Vox stared blankly ahead, his expression was filled with agitation. “You know the trades will stop with Lyle’s death.” He spoke after a few moments of silence. “Many humans relied on his trades for ammunition. Many demons relied upon his trades as well. I can only imagine the uproar when the trades cease to supply the masses.” He fell silent again then as he watched Marcus help Tye off of the floor.
Tye narrowed his brows as he looked to the demon. “Demon scum.” He stepped forward and he brought his gun into Vox’s abdomen which caused him to double forward and groan. Tye spat at him then before he stepped away.
Vox took in a deep breath as he straightened himself. “Shall we get on with this then?” He glared to Krysta.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 25, 2019 12:07:05 GMT -5
Krysta wasn't going to be baited into staying in Lyle's sanctuary any longer than she had to. It wasn't a save place. At any moment a group of demons could come looking for something the trader had to offer. Then it would be a fire fight and a lot less of a chance they would get out alive. The only thing she had any reaction to was his comment about the men being oafs, which made her scoff and a smirk touched her lips for a brief second before she returned to her flat expression. "Knock it off Marcus, Tye, we need to get out of here and if you keep hitting him it's going to take forever. Now everyone shut up and get walking." Tye was the first to walk out of the room, then Krysta motioned for Vox to follow with her behind and Marcus to bring up the rear. They would go back the same way they had come in, through the subway tunnels to avoid being seen on the streets.
The tunnels were dark though and had fallen into disrepair with the lack of use. Rats, bats and other murky dwelling creatures ruled the tunnels now and scattered when the light from the humans' flash lights. As they walked Tye kept checking over his shoulder to make sure Vox wasn't going to try anything, Though he trusted Krysta to simply put a bullet in the demon if he did try anything.
While they walked Krysta continued to wonder about the supposed information that Vox had offered about the demons. On one hand she didn't think he had anything that would actually be beneficial for anyone, but on the other she couldn't help but think that perhaps he did know something the humans should be aware of. She didn't want to doubt her allies in front of her enemy but she still wanted to ask him what information he had been referring to. First and foremost though was the information on their demons. That was her mission and she intended to complete it.
Within the old tunnels there was an abandoned subway train that had been derailed and lay leaning against the walls of the tunnel itself. Going around was a tight fit so the humans had managed to get the doors open and were going through it when they had to pass by. Tye climbed up in the train first, checking to make sure the car was clear before the rest of them followed in afterward. "Krysta," Marcus whispered to her from behind. "You don't seriously want to take him all the way back to the base do you? Lets at least blind fold him or.." Marcus's words were cut short as the group saw a shadow burst from behind a set of overturned bench seats and slam into Tye at the front of the group. A couple rounds of his gun went off which ricocheted off the interior of the car and made Krysta and Marcus duck in order to hopefully prevent being shot.
Before the humans had time to recover Marcus's leg was grabbed from under a bench and he was yanked to the ground. The metal of the car sounding almost like a gong as his body hit the floor harshly. Krysta, on the other hand, had managed to prepare at this point and had dropped her rifle, to hang off her back with the strap, and pulled out a large Bowie knife that held the inscriptions and enchantments necessary to kill a demon. She reached forward and grabbed onto Vox's collar to yank him back as another set of shadowy claws reached down from an open escape hatch above their heads.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 25, 2019 17:45:15 GMT -5
Vox had noticed the smirk from Krysta, though it was brief. When she told Marcus and Tye to stop berating him he gave a nod in her direction though he didn’t speak. Vox glanced around at the subway tunnels his nose wrinkled slightly. “You know the most unsightly demons live down here.” He noted as they walked through the shadows. “Truly I’m surprised if this is your effective means of travel.” He caught a glare from Tye and he scoffed slightly. “Just surprised is all.” He muttered as he continued to look to the old graffiti from before the collapse. “Do tell me what is it with you humans is defiling surfaces for such...vulgar art?” He raised a brow and glanced to Krysta as Tye climbed into the back of the train. Though he didn’t expect much of an answer to his trivial questions.
Vox climbed inside with a shove from Marcus and that was when he spotted the shadows. He’d stopped before Tye even saw them. He could smell the filthy creatures. “Belial.” He muttered just before the shadows rushed forward. Vox ducked the best he could with his hands tied behind his back. In the next moment Vox was yanked back, grimy hands reached down in front of him with thick black claws. Vox fought against Krysta’s hold on him. “You’re going to get us both killed.” He pulled at his arms. He could see the creatures crawling about. These weren’t normal demons, they were the Belial demons. They were the masters of iniquity, those that practiced all things evil. These were the true demons, those that deserved to be tossed from the heavens and cast down to hell. These were the demons that Lucifer kept a tight hold on until the apocalypse. Now they lived within the shadows, as the upper demons would not allow them on the streets. Filthy creatures. If any demons deserved to be cast back to hell it was these vile things.
Vox pushed back against Krysta as a demon lashed forward at them, the claws sliced through his shirt and into the flesh of his chest like hot metal through butter. He’d pressed Krysta against the side of the railcar as he pulled at his arms. His eyes turned red from the injury on his chest. Vox pulled at his arms and the zipties cut into his skin though seconds later the plastic snapped to his brute strength. He reached forward and grabbed onto one of the demons of the shadows. The gaunt creature began to cackle as it looked into Vox’s eyes. “Master Vox.” It spoke with a giggle. “How kind of you to deliver yourself to us.” The creature had huge ears that almost resembled a bat with leathery skin. His eyes were sunken in and red like Vox’s. “Virmir has been hoping to skin a member of the Circle.” The creature chuckled again.
Vox snarled as he gripped more tightly and his and pushed to the side. The sickening sound of the demon’s neck snapping echoed through the railcar. He reached forward and lifted one of the Belial demons off of Marcus, by this point his horns had grown in and his ears became tipped. He was truly a sight to see. Though not as grotesque as some of the demons. He fought with the Belial demon and was slammed against the side of the railcar. He groaned as he threw in punches and knees until he’d broken himself free. Vox gripped the top of the demon’s head and the tip of his chin and he rotated his head swiftly for another crack of the vertebrae. Vox reached down, “Mind if I borrow this?” He looked to Marcus whom was still laying on the ground. The Belial demons were swarming the railcar by that point. Vox shot into the back of one that was on top of Tye and he spun and shot another that rushed through the cart toward him. He then shot through the rooftop clipping several of the demons. The light flashed in their eyes as their souls were ended forever. When the clip of the rifle clicked Vox threw it to the ground just as another Belial demon rushed forward and slammed him against the ground. Vox writhed beneath it as he tried to fight it off. He grit his teeth as the demon gained a hold around his neck and gripped tightly. The air left his lungs and he found himself fighting to breathe. The demon slammed his fists into the Belial demon but to no avail as the demon refused to release him.
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Post by Nyte on Jul 25, 2019 19:45:51 GMT -5
As the two stumbled back after Krysta had just prevented Vox from getting his head torn off she snarled at him as he yelled at her. "You're fucking welcome!" She yelled back in retort. Though when Vox slammed back into her and she hit the side of the rail car her shoulder broke out the glass of the window behind her and she felt a sting as it cut through her clothing and into her skin. It was superficial though and the adrenaline coursing through her veins gave her plenty of motivation to ignore it. She pushed back against Vox to get him off of her and that's when she heard the zip ties snap. A small twinge of panic shot through her but as he became preoccupied with not being flayed alive she decided to address the issue of him being free later.
The demons that lived in the subways and sewers were more monstrous than that of those that lived on the surface and Krysta had dealt with them a time or two. They were never alone but she had never seen this number of them in one place before. The small confines of the rail car turned the fight into more of a brawl rather quickly and although Krysta was at an extreme physical disadvantage she had skills and years of self defense training drilled into her. As one of the demons reached through the broken window she had smashed with her shoulder she grabbed its wrist, pulled and twisted to yank the demon down off the top of the car and then jammed her knife into its throat before carrying through with a slicing motion to nearly fully decapitate it.
The car rocked as Vox was thrown against the side in his fight with one of the creatures and Krysta was forced to deal with another of the monsters that had crawled along the wall like a spider to get to her. It twisted and contorted in a way that made it difficult to predict the movement but as it reached for her she pinned its arm against a hand rail with her forearm then proceeded to stab it in what she assumed to be the ribs multiple times till it crumpled to the ground.
As the gunshots were fired she reflexively ducked and saw that it was Vox that had the gun and made quick work of several demons. With the ricochet from earlier she hadn't been willing to take that chance. He seemed unbothered by it though until he ran out of bullets then was tackled to the ground. The whole reason they were in this mess was because of Vox and his big mouth. Talking and asking questions when they should have been moving silently. She should have just stuffed one of their dirty socks in his mouth before they went into the subways.
Turning on her heels she went to run towards Vox to remove the demon from on top of him. If he died this would be all for not. As she took a step however she felt something slice into her calf and she cried out as she fell into the floor. The demon that held down Vox had it's back arched in as it raised its head to give a victorious roar, of sorts, and Krysta took the opportunity to throw her knife landing it in the skull of the bat demon with the tip of the blade protruding from its still open maw. It fell forward over Vox and Krysta yelled as she felt something grab her injured leg and start to drag her backwards. She turned onto her back to face the threat and saw red eyes looking at her over a smiling set of sharply pointed teeth. If she lived through this it was going to haunt her dreams she just knew it.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Jul 25, 2019 20:14:45 GMT -5
Vox writhed beneath the demon. “Get off!” He snapped as he elbowed the creature on top of him. Suddenly a blade splattered black blood across his face and the demons eyes flickered with white light. Vox snarled as he tossed the beast from his body, he gripped onto the hilt of the enchanted blade. He turned his head as he heard the yell from the woman hunter. She was being dragged into the shadows by another demon. This one however looked more menacing than the others. This had to be the leader of the pack. Take out the leader and all the others would fall back, that was how these demons worked. Vox rushed forward and stomped down on the demons arm that held onto Krysta’s calf. The demon hissed as it lashed forward to him and gripped onto his leg and pulled it out from beneath Vox. He let out a grunt as his back slammed against the metal of the railcar. He was dragged down the center aisle as he tossed back and forth, he could feel the claws of the demon digging into his leg. He managed to kick the demon with his free leg several times until he finally released him.
Vox was on his feet and rushed forward quickly then. It turned into an all out brawl as Vox sliced through the air at the demon, he was quick. Vox rolled his shoulder and brought his hand up with the bowie knife in his grip, he sliced it under the demons jaw straight up. The tip crunched through the top of the skull as his eyes flickered with the bright light. Vox twisted the blade and ripped it from the demon then as he took in heavy breaths. He gripped his arm that held the blade black lines ran up it as he dropped the blade to the ground. Touching the enchanted blade was one thing, using it...well...he was a demon after all.
He knew better than to use an angelic blade, when he was stripped of his wings he was stripped of the ability to wield such weapons. He leaned his back against the side of the railcar as he grit his teeth. He glanced about to see the rest of the demons that had surrounded them scurrying off into the darkness of the subway. This wasn’t a place for the humans to travel, and it really wasn’t a place for a member of the Dark Circle to be galavanting around. Humans had their sights on the heads of as many demons as they could manage to kill, well the demons of the shadows the banished demons that even Lucifer did not take under his wing. They had he same idea. Many had been killed by these demons in the past even before the apocalypse.
Vox grit his teeth as he closed his eyes. He pushed himself from the wall after a few moments before he lifted the bowie knife back from the floor. He took in a deep breath as he carried it to Krysta and set it before her as he sat down and looked to her leg. “You had better clean that wound on your leg, there is no telling the filth that demon had on his claws.” The horns that had protruded from his skull had disappeared, his eyes had reverted back to the silvery blue color. “I could recommend tonics, or salves if you’d prefer it.” He raised a brow. Vox then drew his brows together as he felt the familiar push of a barrel of a gun between his shoulder blades. “Ah...that’s it, is it?” He glared at Krysta. “See, I could have escaped, could have killed all three of you or better yet left you to the Belial demons--...”
“Get up.” Marcus spoke, “Those could have been your lowly servants for all we know. It wouldn’t be anything for you to kill them.”
Vox started laughing at the words that Marcus spoke then. “Do you really think that I would associate myself with those drooling dogs?” He questioned as a look of amusement came over his expression. “Well.” He looked to his hand, black lines still crawled along his skin. “I suppose I won’t be adding anymore favors to our deal then, darling.” He looked to Krysta, “Since your cohorts here don’t seem to appreciate it."
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