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[color=ec008c][h2][center]New York City[/center][/h2][/color]
[color=ec008c][h3][center]Demonic Whispers[/center][/h3][/color]

The thick, endless darkness drowned the subway tracks in a more than natural manner. It was ominous, as if shadowy tendrils reaching from forgotten corners of the world, wrapping themselves around Milo in an attempt to pull him in. Each step added weight to the next, making it incredibly difficult to traverse the darkness effectively. Though the air grew heavier, a certain chill crept through the darkness and spared no time before it traveled down the boy's spine. Fear, it was an emotion Milo had not gotten well acquainted with in the past, an emotion mainly erased during his bionic creation. Though, only a fool would venture into strangling darkness without an aura of terror clinging close. [color=00aeef]"Something's up ahead, be careful."[/color]

It did not require a spirit sword to sense the presence lingering within the blackness. One thing was growing all the more obvious, something sending icicles through Milo's blood like a blizzard embracing nightmares. A gulp slid down his throat, the boy's heartbeat accelerating by the second. 

As he venture deeper, the concept of sound became foreign to the boy as nothing could be heard apart from his own, desperate breaths. What kind of otherworldly entity could warp reality in such a manner? Though the heating sun resided above ground, it felt like countless ice cold needles sunk themselves into Milo's skin. 

Struggling through the predicaments, the boy would finally reach a larger rune inscribed into the wall. Rubble and debris laid scattered upon the ruined tracks and it was clear that no one had been here for years on end. [color=ec008c]"I think we were wrong..."[/color] Milo spoke, hugging himself in an attempt to keep his exposed arms from succumbing to the cold.

[color=00aeef]Yeah."[/color] Masamune responded, his voice turning to a more serious note. [color=00aeef]"Those runes were never meant to keep people out, Milo."[/color]

[color=ec008c]"They are keeping something in..."[/color] At this point, only a fool would press on. The chilling winds were nearly intolerable, and the darkness was stealing every single breath it could manage, but Milo had not come this far only to turn back. Summoning Masamune's flawless edge, the boy stabbed it through the stone wall, piercing the rune and shattered the magic binding whatever resided beyond. Of course, the act was one of recklessness but as the seals were weakening, there was no telling when the entity beyond would shatter their binds and break free. 

In response to Milo's action, a hidden path was revealed. The stone wall allowed for a small part to lift and move, allowing entry to a large set of stairs leading down into the abyss. The cold was gone and rather replaced by a moment of scorching heat. Such immediate differences in temperature was a shocking change but at this point, one should not be surprised by the supernatural outcomes taking place in the old, forgotten subway.

[color=00aeef]"Woah! How did you know that would work, kid?"[/color]

[color=ec008c]"I didn't..."[/color] Milo returned, swallowing his fears as he took a step down the stairs. Stabbing a magic sword through a magic barrier was however something most would attempt in the pursuit of breaking a seal. Their weakened state certainly helped the dispelling. 

[color=00aeef]"You're just improvising all the way, aren't you?"[/color] There was honestly little else one could do in a situation such as this. Milo could barely see two feet in front of himself.

[color=ec008c]Pretty much..."[/color] The boy finished, gripping his blade tightly as he descended the seemingly endless amount of stairs. Though fear continued to grip him tightly, the heat was subsiding and only continued to do so as he got more and more used to its touch. However, upon reaching the bottom, Milo found himself in a large room framed by thick stone walls. In the middle one could clearly see a pentagram drawn in what appeared to be long since dried blood. That was however not what stuck out, not by a long shot. 

Heavy iron shackles bound the entity within, wrapping themselves around its limbs and forced it to the ground. However, as it was, the chains were corroded and decomposing. They would not hold for much longer and such was apparent when the beast within the pentagram broke free from their confines. 

"That scent..." It began, a rumbling voice shaking the very earth below its feet. "The scent of sweat and fear filling the air like perfume blanketing the very wastes of hell. Such a delight." Wide eyes stared at the [url=http://img07.deviantart.net/9ab6/i/2011/121/c/3/demon_beast_by_raoxcrew-d3fc1f3.jpg]beast[/url] now stretching its hulking body, tearing itself loose from the chains. A demon, a demon had been sealed away beneath New York city and had now freed itself from the seals no longer capable of holding it down.

Large, horrible claws donned the creature's thick fingers, tremendous fangs residing within its mouth. Hell fire streamed through the demon's body, as if veins pumping blood through its frame. Truly, an astonishing sight, Milo found himself speechless in the presence of this horror, his hands quickly finding home on Masamune's hilt. Taking a step back, he felt the sweat dripping from his forehead as his entire body trembled in response to the threat facing him. "Ah, such a small little creature, you are." The demon continued, reaching its hand forth and utterly destroyed the pentagram keeping the demon within. "And you ooze the intoxicating scent of fear. How exciting! It's been too long."

[color=00aeef]"Milo!"[/color] Masamune pierced the doubts. [color=00aeef]"You can't let that thing out of here! We have to kill it, now!"[/color]

[color=ec008c]"Yeah..."[/color] Clenching his teeth, the boy's fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword. Fears be damned, he could not let this thing free. Milo wanted bigger fry after leaving Lost Haven. He got a whole menu.