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[h1][center]New York City[/center][/h1]


Tapping his fingers against the table, Casper managed a soft sigh before his eyes drifted up to the other patrons in the local café. A cup of coffee laid before him, something to simply allow his presence in the locale without a cause for suspicion. With vampiric blood coursing through the young man’s body, it was safe to say that he could not meet his lips with the coffee cup if he intended to remain healthy for a prolonged amount of time. One could then ask what he’d do in a café to begin with, a rather reasonable question given his feeding habits and lack of social skills. Though, the answer would reside in his gaze. [color=aba000]“The suit over there.”[/color] A voice echoed through Casper’s mind, one that could be described as cold and phantomlike. Of course, given the countless years accompanying the two, familiarity was a word which struck weakly in the face of truth. They had grown used to one another, to the point where one could not imagine life without the other. As fate would have it, life would not proceed without both of them present to move such towards a future. They have been linked together, both of them part of the same being. [color=aba000]“Fat man, red tie, smirk.”[/color] The voice continued, a voice with the name of Raziel.

[color=ed1c24]“What kind?”[/color] Casper responded quietly, his eyes drifting down to the coffee cup. Would the man notice Casper’s staring, the mission would turn to a rather difficult ordeal. 

[color=aba000]“Contractor, Soul Merchant.”[/color] Raziel informed, the voice calm and collected as the once pristine angel analyzed the demonic quarry. [color=aba000]“He’s making a deal right now. How do you want to proceed, Cassy?”[/color] 

[color=ed1c24]“Makin’ a scene won’t get us anywhere.”[/color] The vampire responded, narrowing his eyes at the target once more. He was tricking a poor, unknowing soul into giving their very essence away in plain sight. He was good at this. [color=ed1c24]“The trade won’t matter much, though. Once we kill him, the poor sod makin’ a deal with him will get her soul back.”[/color] 

[color=aba000]“Right. Let’s wait, then.”[/color] The fallen angel finished, returning to silence as the two sat waiting for the demon to move. He seemed to enjoy taking his time, buttering the victim up enough for the soul to taste its best. It was hard to say how many he had captured over the years, an impossible task. However, upon his death, these souls would be released. Their eternal torment would come to an end. At the very least, the ones still in his possession. Demons bartered in souls. It was the currency within the confines of Hell and the Underworld. Alongside Raziel’s trusty edge, Casper made his presence known within the Abyss in the past, treading into the pits of Hell itself in a desperate hunt. It was where he met Raziel, and together they freed themselves from the pits of eternal anguish. 

[color=ed1c24]“On the move.”[/color] Casper stood, placing one foot in front of the other on his way out of the café. [color=ed1c24]“We can’t fight em’ out here in public. He’s gotta’ have a home, somewhere.” [/color]

[color=aba000]“We’ll just have to keep following him.”[/color] Raziel responded, keeping his gaze fixed on the demon. Being able to see past his human disguise, Raziel could the demonic shape beneath. Being an angel, or a fallen one at the very least, Raziel’s abilities stretched beyond that of a mortal. He could see the world for what it actually was, and informed Casper of such truths. [color=aba000]“On another note. Have you picked up on what they’ve started to call you?”[/color]

[color=ed1c24]“They?”[/color] Casper shot back, his focus on their target as he spoke with the angelic being now sharing his very soul.

[color=aba000]“The demons, the monsters. They call you Shade. Rather fitting, wouldn’t you say?” [/color]A soft chuckle echoed throughout Casper’s mind after Raziel’s words.

[color=ed1c24]“Ya’ think?”[/color] Turning around the corner, Casper made sure to keep a reasonable distance between himself and the Soul Merchant.

[color=aba000]“Of course. A vampire fighting his own kind, along with other beasts, walking between the worlds of light and darkness. A Shade.”[/color] Raziel explained, satisfied with his take on the name.

[color=ed1c24]“If ya’ say so, Razzie.”[/color] Casper finished. The walk was a long one, and the demon was notably making his way further and further from populated areas. Indeed, at this point Casper and Raziel both knew that their target was heading towards another trade, one that needed to be made in secrecy. This would have to be with another Demon. [color=ed1c24]“We can’t let him trade that soul away.” [/color]

[color=aba000]“Be ready to fight more than one Demon, Cassy.” [/color]

[color=ed1c24]“Good, I’m real’ fuckin’ hungry.”[/color] The vampire finished, keeping himself hidden from sight as they entered a long since abandoned construction site. An idea of grandeur once struck the image of this place, but as finances reached a single digit, the dream would fade, leaving nothing but a graveyard behind. As is the natural response, this area has since developed into a location for illegal trades.

[color=aba000]“So bloodthirsty, Cas.”[/color] Raziel chuckled. [color=aba000]“Nothing wrong in enjoying a meal while working, though.”[/color] 

[color=ed1c24]“See? Ya’ got the gist.”[/color] Casper replied, kneeling down behind a large stack of bricks after they entered a large warehouse. Another person was already standing there, waiting. She was dressed elegantly in a skin tight dress hugging her frame tightly. Any man would consider this woman a sight to behold, her beauty unmatched. A succubus. 

[color=aba000]“She’ll try to seduce you.”[/color] The angel warned.

[color=ed1c24]“She’ll have better luck seducin’ a rock. If she was an Incubus, I’d be scared.”[/color] Incubus being the male counterpart to a seducing Succubus. It didn’t take long for the Demons to commence their meeting, pleasantries kept aside for the most efficient results. However, Casper was not in any hurry to let them finish this trade. Falling back to his roots as a stealthy assassin, Casper quickly moved from cover to cover, his vampiric speed of great help in the endeavor. Once he was close enough, the trusty sword he called both friend and weapon would appear in his hand, its blood red edge glowing with anticipation. Making his presence known for a split second, the vampire charged forth and shoved the blade through the Soul Merchant’s back, splitting his spine in the process. Mere moments later, his entire body would shrivel into a husk as every drop of blood was drained from his frame and into the sword which has struck. 

Swiping Raziel’s edge across the air, the newly nourished vampire turned his gaze to the Succubus before him. Her grin didn’t show any sign of fear, but such was nothing one could expect from Demons. Fear did not grip them easily. “Well, well. This is interesting.” She spoke, her melodic voice lingering.

[color=ed1c24]“Sorry to spoil the fun, darlin’.”[/color] Casper dusted his clothes off, pointing the blade at his new target.

“Oh, don’t be!” She responded. “I never liked him, much. You though? You’re cut from another cloth.” 

[color=ed1c24]“Drop the act, let’s get straight to the killin’.”[/color] Casper finished, charging forth. The original target had been destroyed, the souls in his possession now free. This was however a welcomed addition. Another Demon, another target.