The ripples of static would conjure a toying game from each offered surface of brick and concrete. The halves of the truck that skidded to a sparking stop behind the eerieness of the arcane male would immediately catch fire with the igniting spread of thunderous lance that hammered through the demon's hellishly platemailed bodice. Each crawling finger of electricity began slinking with immeasureable haste towards their two targets. The girls would be unquestionably pursued by the shockwave of cyanish white that seared through everything in their paths.

There only seemed to be a replicated army of himself, when in reality, the illusion's precursored objective was all too much of a deliberate give away. The sky's hammer would begin with him, chapter into the given spread, and unify at the burning flesh of whatever it touched until countered, repelled, or meeting its end at strip of life from opposing foe's vessel. There was never any hatred harbored. Not for them. They were simply pawns that stood attempting to create a deeper opacity between Domitrix and his Fately influenced path.

Amongst all of occuring events displayed that endowed just well over a split second, no mention of wording was offered. No warning, no gesture at corner of lip. Just a slight narrow of ruby red ocules that glinted in the midst of illuminairing sentence. Ones that hoped to end this feverish display of feminine masculinity, and subside these two names from the black list.

Lumiya: *landing as her projectile misses the mark or rather her target, she smirked at her numerous opponets, having been vastly outnumbered before, she shows little in the way of worry or even caution. She in fact marched towards the lot of them, smiling a smiled of malisious intent and enjoyment of her hatred for the opposit sex which nor boiled in her very being. Miranda remained motionless in her spot, however she tossed a blade of red color to her ally, who with little more than two fingers caught it in mid air, once so she flipped the blades handle into her palm all while holding one of her hands to her hips, Mirandas glow remained stedy as she and Lumiya exchanged thrilled glances*

Effortlessness was the keenest of details perhaps recorded by any sage to witness the demon in combat. It was a modern trait, to use the environment in combat as the initial emissary. A trait that clearly gives a paved granite of roads to a lack-honor fancy. Desperation even. He would not blame them however, twas not an often sight, that of a true demon. The hellish of beasts, and the most dangerous of warriors. Much unlike the havoc wreakers of today's society that encouraged chaos and killed a handful of amateurs, to furthermore label themselves as 'demons' upon the world. They lacked the hatred, the crave of a fetish to bleed and suffer.

This demon, would write along with the script set before him, to brandish those very traits. The twin sisters still were not in the grasp of his hands. Subtly bent knees cracked a fine gavel of lightning to hammer down from the skies above. It twisted and tormented the ambient, crashing down directly upon his person. This lance a bit remaining than the others humans are fond of watching. It lingered.

The odd choice of such massive vehicle flew past, and the ripples of electricity that scattered along the walls held seeming static images of his silhouette. All while the spot where he was previously in conclusion of could only rest in the absence of his presence, with a beautiful estelle of churning vorpal darkness, fading into despair.

It would appear as though hundreds of replicas of the Empyreal were seen in such crawling bolt residues. Estimatingly enough, only one pertained to the real demon, if any at all. The crash of the truck slid behind the remains of his former position. They were young, yes. And with that, he waited before attacking. Perhaps they were lost, raised by the wrong, and taught by the sins. They were no different from one another in truth. Soldiers fighting for what they believe in. A shame though, that even with the grandest of faiths, this male's opposition has always been forced to falter into a pummel of their own shaming defeat.

Miranda: *her form continued to slowly hover towards the now armed male, the fog serving no purpose, as her hearing was more than enough to keep track of him, as his blades glisten Miranda summoned her own, her cloak suddenly fans out as her body gains a reddish white glow, a mild wind emanating from her person, at this presist moment Lumiya leaps up from behind Miranda, dragging a massive 18 wheeler carrying explosive material behind her, flipping it over both her and Miranda while in mid-air with both ease and tremendous force*

Ill advised counsel offered no further wording. We are each responsible for the actions of our person. In due note, if it was the femme's desire to continue on with life, she would later have to take it up with the gods as to why the end of her destiny's epilogue was written so quickly. The God of War stood still as that of a professionally organized photograph, motionless and yet still filled with life. A dangerous life, at that. As dangerous as the action that the femme concluded to lessen the distance between the two.

When was the marking stone in society whence everyone kept their courage, and discarded their intelligence. The demon would be sated in knowing such a step in history. Perhaps he would have taken up a trade in teaching common sense, or at least live as a millionaire whilst dropping several ancient hints to the soldiers in the groups that these humans consider 'armed forces' in this day and age.

Moon was covered by nomad cloud, one in an all too coincidental control of perhaps nearby Empyreal. With it, and still no further motion, the lock released on both twin sisters, gleaming a ghoulish release of mist that shimmered a reflection upon the brick of neighboring wall, one such swift similar to water ripples. None of the hands had moved, the sisters were very anxious, but alas they respected their master much above the desire of their own.

Killing is a very intimate business. Like love, one shouldn't apologize or forgive for it more than one has to. There were apologies due in other conflicts, but mercy never made it to the docks when this war's ship sailed.

Miranda: *her keen eyeshight caught a glimpse of his widening pupils, yet her own form remained deadly stiff. Nearly machine like in her presence. The frantic footsteps of her ally while far from human hearing range was easily picked up amougnst her own hearing, as well as the steady calm beating heart of the one before her. The air traveling through his lungs and nostrils, even the colliding of blood cells against each other and the vessels in which they traveled were received with her hearing quite easily. To avoid being overwhelmed by other various erelavent sounds, she paid a slever of focus to her extraordinary ears, safe gaurding them from damage against loud noises, should the man do something to continue on his away.

She slowly moved towards the male, a mere inch per second and still her form was void of movement or emotion*

Slowly and with a distinctly unique esoteric calmness, the vortex of a glare created a single additional pulse as it strolled over to the arrival of the second being. Her words did not strike the slightest trigger in a response. Only the light motion, almost fully inconspicous, of his maw from the once pointing chin towards alley's finale, now unto the materialized femme. One who brandished indentical interest in the situation as did the first. Another Herald, why else.

Narrowed optics of a seemingly lifeless ruby eruption locked on to the words that descended from her lips. She held a telepathic ability. It was alas interesting in its own, this unusually rare gift. But in turn, her disclosure of said ability only proceeded to empty the demon's mind of any wonder or thought. As was the basic instinct of any soldier of the olden Edo legacies.

His dangling tresses quieted eventually as he stood perfectly still, within the prior stance selected before any arrival ensued. Retina widened in revolution and returned to its default state almost instantly, without breaking focus of her intricate demeanor. Slight humor played a poetic symphony in the ambient, as her nearly impeccable skin refused any line of previous combat. Needless to mention or remind however, none of this was miles close to a jest.

His momentarily widened eye absorbed the surrounding. The crevices, the opportunities, the temperature. The attraction and study from the secondary femme, the distraction of any soul within a fairly set radius. The flap of fly wings, residue of rain leaking unto concrete from rusted staircase aside building, number of breaths, seconds, moods.

At that very moment, our battle infatuated demon was accurately and completely aware of everything.

Miranda: *having overheard the demons mind message, and already being in the area, Miranda arrived before Lumiya. Hovering perfectly still in the air just above the ground and a small puddle of water after she teleporting to the messages source. Her white cloak hiding her nekojin features as well as her limbs and upper face. She took little time to size up the telepath before speaking* Fancy finding a telepath wandering the allys shortly after recent events.

A twitch in his unseen lip's corner turned the demon around within the alley path, a complete semi circle. No words released from his maw as two distinct paths of seirra silver tresses that glimmered in the distant streetlight swayed from side to side in their abrupt response to his motioning gesture. Rich instance of furious firebrick ocules shot down their pulsing shockwave towards the end of the alleyway. Thoughts crossed his mind, 'Why do you bother with me...' flew across his mind, no voice accompanied.

Obsidian hooded cloak wrapped around his hellishly armored frame, pauldrons crecing the opening of the robes at his front. Lower visual inclined the presence of the twin Shinto daikatana gomai of legend, with their handles protruding anxiously from his shaded form. The lives of the previous two vessels shuffled metaphysically between the digits of heavily reinforced gauntlets.

The demon remained idle, awaiting she of whom was so curious to cross the path of the Empyreal. Summaries of energy did not seem enough, she seemed to possess foolery. Perhaps that of a hurt femme cast into conclusion of the battlefield being the only option amidst the fate of her life. Typical. The one of many whom seek career to prove themselves to a nameless order that never offers audience in the hearts of her perhaps greatest feats.

Onyx fingers of his right hand rubbed against one another before finding rest at the very end of the chaotic Murasame's hilt, a stance of utmost comfort and a surface deep distance of quelled irritability within the interruption of his otherwise calculated errands. Domitrix's indifferent stare found patience in its wait.

Lumiya: *as she felt his presence begin to distance itself from her, she turned in his direction, her rageful eyes catching the back of his form within the ally as he walked away. Her fists shook violently as her breathing became heavy* Don't turn your back on me.... *she spoke with a poisionus tone as her steps followed the warlord*

Through the alleyway the demon made his way. As silent of an exit as the silence of his infiltration was carried out, grace of soundless death. His onyx heeled greave pace paused the hymn that bounced to and fro left and right wall of the narrow cut in the building. The bottom of a hidden visage offered maw to toss over shoulder, as hood's trimline shifted in sleight of perked ears.

With a crystalline mist escaping through his emotionless nostrils, the Empyreal caught presence of a being that searched for him. Over at the end of the alley's mouth. Somewhere in the streetlight. He would feel her rage when her frame landed upon the sediment. A blinding rage that can destroy and apprehend no single script of logic. Although this time, unlike the one before, she only seemed to be after him. As Kain and Samantha were no where present.

So with that thought, stoic indifference turned back forward, continueing his pace in gesture of ignorance to the entity. His calmed force already overlapped that of hers thus the upheaval of her anger and desires for wrath amongst her energies. Peculiar in thought, as to how someone would become so worked up, after supposable training under the Herald decree. All would be fair in war, every battle, every technique. People have perished left and right, without one whisper of innocence, mercy, or reason in their befelling. All he would take note to, was a young soldier... who perhaps has spent her life caged and eyes shed with wool from the horrors of a real battlefield. A novice in comparison to his fields.

His careless walk resumed in through the seldom darkness that enclosed his frame between buildings. Piercing crimson firebricks pioneering his path in the very eerie calm step of his person. After all, words that weren't backed by actions were just words. Seemless frolick. One that never shaped nations. One that never shaped heroes.

Lumiya: *upon reaching the top floor Lumiya made her way out of the evlevator, ripping off a section of handle bar installed within its walls. Twirling it about her pointer finger as she marched to they final stairway leading to the roof. Stepping into the she kept walking, causing her knock the door off of its hindges as she walked into it sending it clear over the roofs edge. Her blue eyes grew cold as she saw the body of a child laying motionless on the roofs floor, the body of another, full grown male, lay in a pool of his own blood. Immediatly she grew enraged. A child?! A child was killed by a spineless coward with an obsession for killing those completely unable to defend themselves or even comprehend the nature of there life or death situation to begin with. Balling up her fists as her adrenaline pumped through her veins, as she sensed one of beings from earlier, the one who had threatend to destroy her but it seemed he was on the move. Heading outstide the building. With no hesitation she leaped off the roofs edge and plumpited to the street below, her hair and attire swyaed rapidly as her momentum increased, until she lands with a booming thud, shaking the ground, setting off car alarms and shattering the windows of the casinos first floor all in wake of her landing. And yet she stood upright, she had landed on her feet and didn't even notice the tremendous impact. Her eyes glowed again, as few citizens nearby who survived her landing slowly got their feet and ran in the other direction, never looking back. If the one who threatend her was responsible for that childs death, she would break his jaw against her fist, shatter his skull against her elbow and rip out his ribs only to stab his brain and pluck out each of his teeth, one by one. Then and only then would she rip off his arms, slap him silly in his own broken jaw with his own hands, bend his knees and ankels backwards then dismember his head and shove it up his ass. She would then carry this badly mangled and dismemebered body to Kain and Sam, where she would toss it at there feet and tell them to get another watch dog. Lumiyas body trembeled with both rage and adrenaline as she waited*

Once again into the office that was spared a description earlier. The now dead male's office. Small picture frames with multiple shots of 'quality time', both him and his daughter were spotted. A desk, messy. A lot of papers, a lot of writing. All the information one could enjoy. Listings of schedules, convoy cycles. Purely ripe information seemingly dire.

The room was empty, only a mildly swinging lamp from left to right overhead. Television screens. They were showing something current, other than security for the casino. A fun loving cartoon for little children was playing. Perhaps the girl was watching it before she died.

Walking up to the desk, the demon's gauntlets reached out to shuffle fingertips through the top pile of papering. Taking his very sweet time reading through the headers and titles, scanning briefly throughout information contained on each sheet.

Whence he landed a pause at a certain paper. It strung along contact information; emails, phone numbers, more names. These seemingly useless names. But then, the signatures at the bottom of the pages. Ranked names of higher import, ones that he recognized from their mentions in the files. Sign offs to exportations.

The sounds were slowly inhibitted by the drowning laughter and music of the cartoon. Studied papers met with the inside of his obsidian robes rather immediately. And in the mean time, he would stray to infiltrating the next location.

Lumiya: *downstairs Lumiya enjoyed a strong liquor within a tall wide glass. Nearly empty. She could hold her own when it came to heavy drinking, but as she was about to down the last of her beverage she felt a familiar presence* Ohh Mr. Threaten and Run. *just as she was about to close in on his location, Miranda telepathically contacts Lumiya*

'Miranda: Lumyia? Did you feel that?

Lumiya: Feel what 'General'? *she spoke with a irritated tone, telepathically of course*

Miranda: The death of one of our distributors just now.

Lumiya: No general, I didn't. I'm not connected to the Void yet.

Miranda: I see. Well could you investigate please? It happened upon the roof of the very building your in. Whoever did it may not have yet left.

Lumiya: ......yes....general. *with that she concluded the telepathic conversation and angrily stood from the bar stool upon which she sat, heading for the roof taking an evelvator*

With not even a single step backwards, the end of the destructive Murasame swung across his adam's apple, carving a wide slit into his neck where all the blood ran out. The male stumbled forward, unto his knees, and the demon turned his back to walk away.

Still not completely out just yet, he stood back up, with courage, with determination to avenge. One hand held his neck, the blood seeping through his fingers, and the other reaching out for the demon's pauldron. But with no energy left in him, as soon as his fingers twitched in the touch of his robes, he fell straight down, not being able to breathe any further. Left there to drown.

Piercing optics gazed at the entrance to the staircase as heeled onyx greaves led the way. Apparently it was the day out of the week where the man had his daughter come to work with him. Something about a divorce and custody... Didn't really matter much to the Empyreal. So without turning around, gauntlet went for the knob of the slammed door, readying to close it.

"Thursday... They're coming on Thursday... I got it." he would say as if macabre acknowledgement, not long before he closed the door behind him and made his way back down the stairs.

"Oh that? He... hehe,, umm... well... Listen,... I HAD to, I needed the money... my daughter... she was starving..." he tried to explain to the continously approaching nightmare. "Daddy!" screamed the girl from the staircase, such a yell that only led to her feet being lifted from the floor. The demon stretched his free hand out in her direction, and a shot of a tempest elemental control flew her body towards him, with her neck landing in the grasp of his fingers. Poor girl was only but nine years old. His fulminant rubies however, still locked unto the male.

Before the crawling man could yell out in return, telling the girl that 'daddy is going to be fine, just go back downstairs', she was hovering multiple feet above ground. The mans back met with an uneasy lean against the inner ledge of the rooftop, and Domitrix swung the girl over, dangling her from the roof's edge. "No! NO! Please, she has nothing to do with this... nothing! She isn't one of us... She isn't a Herald... please... she's all I have.... I beg you... I'll do anything... I'll give you anything.. ANYTHING! Just please!"

Setting the girl back unto the floor, but without the release of her neck, his fangs pinged in the light of neighboring buildings as maw opened to comment. The stoic tone, just above a whisper, a demonic rasp and bass in its art, "Thursday... at what time..." "Its late man! eight oclock, nine, late... somewhere around there.... please... don't do this... uhh... FUCK I can't remember... just please...."

"You're a Herald..." cold tone added as if he had been interrupted before, eyes switched over very slowly with a lucid blink, to the girl, "That means she will be a Herald, when she grows up." the point of the Shinto daikatana never left his torso. "No! No she won't.. she won't make the same mistakes that I did... she's my little angel... I promise you... I promise.... I pro-" and just as his nervous stagger wanted to plead more, the demon's viced grip snapped the little girl's neck to the side, a force that cracked her vertebrae and knocked her out dead cold. Limbs became lifeless immediately. Same arm threw her body down next to the man, who was swelling up in tears.

He began to scream, to yell at the top of his lungs as he held his murdered daughter. Her little hands, her eyes still open. And not one phase in the Empyreal's demeanor. The male's voice couldn't be heard. It choked again... That didn't matter, one could read his lips screaming the word 'No' over and over again. Looking at Domitrix with hate and wrath. He wanted to act upon it. So he came to a stand and charged the demon.

A gauntlet reached out infront of the figure's silhouette, matching onyx in an equal hellish design. The arm of the shadow flicked his wrist twice, insinuating the encouragement for the male to speak. The jaw of the man twitched some, "Who-who are you. Why are you doing this... Why are you-" his voice broke in the sounds of his panic. But earlier it was already explained what information he desired.

Back at the staircase, there was a tiny girl watching the whole occurrence. An advantage to the demon. The men whispered again, although forseen agony was heard in his tone, "P-please, please don't. Just, wait. Hold on." his arm stretched infront of his crawling body, as if the gesture would put a pause to the slow menacing trek of the demon. "Thursday... thursday they come. Its the share day where the officials from the district come to get everything out of the safe... Th-they arrive with two police cars and an SUV, and and they empty the safe.... they umm... SHIT!,... they leave twenty thousand inside, just for... you know... oh my god please don't kill me.... please. I beg you."

In this entire time, not a word etched across the sealed lips of the hidden visage, only a blank emotionless stare of constantly pulsing firebricks. "Listen.., listen... I need to be alive... I have a family... please... please please please... don't...." his voice later sunk into a whimpering cry, snot running down his nose, and a fair sheet of blood from the side of his head. He had a suit and a tie, but it was all dirty and ripped now.

The smooth unsheathing of the destructive Masamune exited the scabbard by the same flicking wrist wrapping digits around the handle. It pointed at the man, the very tip nudged the fine sharp of the blade against the inside pocket of his button up. It made contact with a symbol, the Herald symbol. A symbol unknown to many, some even play it off as a design of the attire by a certain tailor in the city.

At the very top of the building, a door was slammed ajar. Way up, on the rooftop. A stumblimg pair of footsteps and heavy panting fell forward. It was a rather younger male, probably in his mid to late twenties. It wasn't the best choice to have picked the rooftops of the casino, but where things were leading, this was perhaps the only way out of promised massacre.

His noisy feet had run to roof's edge, as he grabbed it with both hands and leaned forward into the night. His attempt would be that of a scream for help that took every single fiber of his lungs to yell. Yet nothing came out, not a single sound, only a choke. Was this some kind of curse? Crazed eyes couldn't believe it as both hands left ledge's grasp to wrap around his own neck, in reflex of trying to figure out what was happening. Then a second pair of footsteps marched in a slow stead through the doorway of the staircase. Calmer ones.

Trying to think strongly, in the midst of nervous hyperventilating that shot his life across his eyes multiple times, the man scurried quickly behind the object that forsooth awarded him some cover. One that he thought was useful. Behind that of a generator conductor. A high voltage sign read through the coat of dust and wetness from the earlier rain that day. He would try to hush up, to not give away his position. Only to hear that stalking pace gave halt, emitting no further sound. A pause in his motion remained him in his same spot, calming a bit, noticing the sounds of the other's footsteps weren't getting any closer.

Whence he finally tried the courage to peek around the corner of the conductor module, the side of his revealed face met with the heel of onyx greave, sitting him straight on his rear. With scarring elbows scattering lashes and bruises as he tried to crawl backwards, the plead for mercy in his eyes would gaze up at a tall darkened figure. One with an illuminaire of crimson ocules that peered back at him, taking one soft step every foot that he crawled.

Damon could no longer sense the crows he summoned to recon the angel he sought to assasinate. he needed mana and fast. the warlock looked into his belongings and with a an grunt, he threw the bag disapointed. "damn! now how the hell can I get mana in this treacherous city?" he sat down trying to relax. "easy damon, easy... I need to stay low for a while in the meantime.... I got to find a chemist..." he said as he took his card key and his coat before leaving the room heading down towards the lobby of the casino.

Damon went to the recemptionist and asked for a map of the city and a map of other cities. he needed them for locating the proper usual places a chemist might exist. "give me the cities maps, and the trails I must take to get there... im actually new here so I want to take the privelage to go sightseeing..." he said smiling to the receptionist trying not to show fear for his powerlessness.

the women smiled back at him handling him the maps provided for damon to hike about. damon then paid his rentals and the champaign which was there as well. " I will back in a few days... can you keep my room the way it is while im gone?" he asked the receptionist giving her extra cash he saved while bounty hunting for wanted convicts and monsters. she responded back with a smile "sure, we will give you two weeks.." she said counting the cash. damon smiled back knowing that the money was counterfit he mastered when he learned a few tricks from several thieves in his time. he wore his fedora hat and heads out the casino door.

damon looked around the hotel suite, and spotted a delightful beverage the humans called Champaign. in his time, he remembered the spirits were alot stronger. he got dressed in casual wear before opening the bottle and filling a wine glass of champaign. "I wasted time for a book that glows for nothing..." said the fustrated warlock. he was suppose to design a weapon to kill Cassiel and destroy the sword that is wielded by the corrupted angel.

two hours have past, Damon attempted to unlock the language by searching through the books in his interdimensional libruary. "there is nothing similar to the language raviel speaks of... unless..." damon played with his beard while meditating with an idea in his mind. then he quickly reconsidered. "no... I cannot allow such a tryant to awaken again... it is too dangerous!" Damon said struggling to decide if he can bring back his master. just as he was going to take another sip of his mysterious drink, he suddenly awakened. his time in the dimension was up. the body could no longer resist the deep slumber, also his mana was drained away entirely, making him vulnerable.

damon open the grimmore that radiated before, attempting to find out what the book was trying to allow Damon discover, but the pages were in Demon language. it is a language only lord raviel would interpret. in fustration, damon closed the book setting it down on his desk. he wandered in his mind as to what the book was telling him. "what is the book trying to explain? I can never know with the secrets of the grimore without language of the dragon demons.... they were wiped out by the might of Cassiel...." fustrated to what cassiel had done in the past, the warlock took a papaya sized bottle, and from the liquids contained within he drank.

as the Warlock Damon progressed in collecting the ingredients to create the blade that can slay celestial beings. Damon stopped and quickly caught his attention to the book of mythology that was suddenly glowing in the bookshelf. "the book is telling me something.... is there an artifact radiating to my grimmores?" with his words, the grimmores radiated brightly as the book of mythology radiated brightly. the warlock walked towards the grimmore picking it out of the shelf. he remembered the book as one of Lord Raviels Secret Grimmores of hidden myths and legends. the warlock never opened the book because to him was only a collection. he took his seat near the shelf on the libruary ladder, and opens the book.

The warlock relaxed with ease, he knew where cassiel is by the crows which kept survailance. he lies on his bed as he smoke his cigar removing his fedora hat. his suit and tie were layed the coat hanger as his shirt was set on the couch of the hotelroom. The warlock then closed his eyes and began to sleep, thus entering in his mind the hidden Libruary. Damon then began his studies of Creating a new weapon to slay an angel. a last resort to perform a ritual Damon dispises the most.... Rituals.

deep within the casino, a certain poker table was set up, four men were now holding cards. one of them is Daemen. wearing his fedora hat holding a cigar in his mouth holding the cards as if he has the game in his hands. tons of chips were on his side while the other men grew envious and upset of losing to the warlock. little did they know that Daemen himself was cheating using black magick to swap cards with shadow swaping. after the last game, Daemen booked a hotel and stayed in the casino living the life of luxory within the casino.