Damian suppressed a yawn trying to escape his throat as e walked along the moon-bathed docks. He looked down at his watch to see that it was now ten after midnight. Under most circumstance he was up for hunting all night, but after having to chase down a pack of helhounds for the better part of an afternoon he was exhausted. Still he didn't really have a choice in the matter, Mathias had gotten word of a small infestation of ghouls at the docks and had sent them to clean it up, and whatever Mathias said was law. He was more annoyed than worried about facing the ghouls. Even in groups of five they still only held an F class ranking on the Slayer's letter based classification system. Ghouls were like the rats of the supernatural world, annoying pest that had a tendency to bite and only posed a real threat in large groups. 

He let out another yawn as he turned the corner and almost ran right into a slow moving blob, a [url=https://41.media.tumblr.com/54bdc8dc3772422da5f52dabbb8b3ef6/tumblr_n7j6y8AAGB1tddvg0o1_250.png]Slime[/url]. "Oh you've got to be kidding me!" He sighed in exasperation. Slimes were even more hopeless than ghouls despite being official classified, many Slayers didn't even consider them a threat. They don't naturally reproduce but they usually just sort of happen when there's some sort of mass buildup of some supernatural substance like ectoplasm or miasma, but can also be artifically made by relatively easy alchemy or magic, so they showed no signs of ever going extinct. Still they were laughable as a threat, most are too dumb to even notice a prey is even there, or too slow to really do anything about them. They were kind of pathetic actually, basically the Magikarp of the supernatural world. Damian leaned down to eye level with the slime who was was making some sort of, what he guessed, was a sniffing motion. The thing was to busy looking around to notice that he was standing right in front of its face. "Wooooow you're dumb. I'm even more tired just watching you..." He looked past the slime to see a red door that led into one of the warehouses on the dock, the last area he had to search. "If they're here they've got to be in there." He muttered as he stood up again looking back at the slime. "I'll come back for you." 

He pulled out his 1887 shotgun from it's holster and pushed open the red door slowly. He nearly dropped it when he saw the inside of the warehouse. From top to bottom practically standing on top of each other was a massive infestation of [url=http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/1/15659/3210872-ghoul-call_of_cthulhu_card_game-arkham_edition_c185-lovecraftian.jpg]ghouls[/url] at least a hundred strong. Ghouls were a cakewalk in groups of five hell even ten weren't that tough for someone who wasn't a rookie. But a hundred, hungry ghouls? That was most definitely a problem. Damian slowly reached for the bluetooth headset in his ear that he and his siblings used to keep in contact on hunts. "So good news, I found the ghouls...Bad news, there's a whole lot of them. If you guys could hurry on over to the south side of the docks before they all start swarming on me that would be great."