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[h1][center]New York City[/center][/h1]
[h2][center]Old Construction Site[/center][/h2]
[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tq3LnUHa7Lo]"Such a shame to hurt a pretty face."[/url][/center]

Upon connecting with his quarry, Casper’s blade came in contact with steel rather than flesh, a long and slender sword conjured into being in the succubus’ firm grip. A previously wide grin grew ever brighter upon her lips as her fingers tightened around her weapon, sending the vampire flying back with a powerful swipe, a gust of wind following the movement. “Shade, am I correct?” She spoke calmly, a single step closer bringing her previously human appearance to that of her true [url=http://www.tawerna.biz/pages/gallery/gallery/Succubuss.jpg]shape[/url]. Those heel clad feet shifted into hooves, her body reaching a new layer of muscle and power as previously dainty hands now clenched into scaled fists powerful enough to mend stone into dust. 

[color=ed1c24]“Shit, you hit hard…”[/color] Casper clenched his teeth, struggling back to his feet as his back connected with the wall, leaving a crack upon impact. Though regenerating from the wound, he knew that even a vampire’s mending frame wouldn’t be able to stand against such an onslaught for long. [color=ed1c24]“People really do call me Shade, huh? Fuck, that ain’t very creative.”[/color] The young man grinned softly, pressing Raziel’s tip against the ground as he stood, eventually raising the blade for another round.

“Wear your title with pride, vampire.” She continued, her feminine walk accompanying each step in an almost over exaggerated manner. She owned her frame, her seductive behavior seeping through like a flood of dominance. “You may call me Elizabette.” 

[color=aba000]“Oh, no. Casper, that’s a Blood Sister!”[/color] For the first time yet, Raziel’s voice raised itself one of alarmed stature. A genuine amount of danger making its way through Casper’s spine and into Raziel’s very being. 

[color=ed1c24]“Great…”[/color] The vampire spoke under his breath, a mumble dripping with sarcasm. Blood Sisters weren’t just any run of the mill Demons, not at all. They were an elite group of Succubi donning the mantle of Knights within the brimstone halls of Hell. Elizabett was no ordinary foe, and this could go either way. 


[color=aba000]“Casper, we should retreat. She’s not interested in merely killing you, she’ll want to enslave you. You’ll wish for death.”[/color] Raziel continued, trying to advise his stubborn friend and ally of the risk now glaring them in the face. 

[color=ed1c24]“Even if I tried to run, Razzie, she’ll catch up sooner or later. Only one way outta’ this.”[/color] The Hunter finished, clenching his teeth. 


“Shall we continue, love?” Elizabette’s smirk resided as she raised her blade, swiping it across the air. Upon her movement, Casper witnessed her sword split and change shape within the fast motion, the blade releasing several interlocked links of razor sharp steel to form the hellish whip Succubi were so well known for. Trailing both ground and wall in a destructive path towards the vampire, Elizabette’s sword left a devastating mark upon each surface it touched.

Sliding beneath the whip’s bladed length, Casper jolted back to his feet in a furious charge, swinging his sword against the Demon’s frame once more. In response to his attack, Elizabette’s sword retracted in but an instant, blocking Casper’s strike a second time. Their weapons would continue to clash in a loud, spark filled dance of steel before the Demon finally connected a fist with the vampire’s stomach and sent him stumbling backwards. “Not quite there yet, sweetie.” She mocked thrusting her sword forth, the length extending. As if a snake, he blade launched itself in a straight line towards its foe. As would be the reaction of any man, Casper dodged to the side, avoiding the strike before attempting to even the distance between them once again. 

[color=aba000]“Don’t give her the upper hand, keep close to her.”[/color] Raziel commented, the heat of battle doing little in comparison to the enemy they were facing when adding a sense of urgency to his voice. 

[color=ed1c24]“Doin’ what I can, Razzie!”[/color] Casper shot back, hammering his blade down on the Demon’s own as it retracted to a defensive position, the two resuming their clash from before. Elizabette would proceed to attempt a surprise attack, unchaining her sword in close range to encircle her enemy. 

“Keep your eyes open, boy.” Elizabette chuckled, her sword wrapping itself around Casper’s forearm in an agonizing embrace, tearing flesh from bone. 

[color=ed1c24]“Got em’ wide open, hun’!”[/color] Without a second thought, Casper severed his own hand from place, the pain only filling him with adrenaline. Speeding towards the Demon’s frame, a new hand would replace the old, regenerating into place as the severed appendage withered into nothing but dust. Having the element of surprise on his side, Casper deflected her next attack followed by a gruesome slash across her stomach. Screeching out in pain, Elizabette executed a punch which grazed the vampire’s side. Any less fortiutude would have forced Casper to the ground but with an iron will, he managed to keep his balance, fainting the Demon as he twirled to the side and severed the tendon in her leg. 

“Not by the likes of you!” Gripping her blade with enough force to nearly shatter the hilt, she swiped the weapon towards her attacker, meeting Raziel’s edge which Casper rammed against her own weapon with a contesting amount of strength. 

[color=ed1c24]“You ain’t goin’ back to hell, a shame, really. Would want to send my regards to your Sisters!”[/color] Casper shot back. Raziel’s superior structure broke through the Blood Sister’s sword, breaking it apart with the various interlocking blades bending and creaking beneath the opposing weight. Continuing the swing, Casper lodged his sword deep in her shoulder but felt her fist sending him to the ground.

“I’m not done yet, wretch!” Launching herself forward, Elizabette would use her weight as he landed atop the vampire. She stretched her fingers out as she was about to grab hold of Casper’s head, crushing it beneath their strength. He was however not eager to allow such a measure to take place. With another swing of his sword, he severed the Succubus’ arm from place delivered a powerful punch to her face. The force of the strike sent her tumbling to the ground. 

[color=ed1c24]“Yeah, ya’ are.”[/color] Casper finished, rolling to the side as he jolted to his feet and ran Elizabette through with the full length of his weapon, Raziel’s blade carving its way through her chest. Despite this, the Demon had managed to grab Casper by the side, crushing both skin and bone as a parting gift before every last drop of blood was drained into the sword, regenerating the wound she had caused. [color=ed1c24]“Fuckin’ hell…”[/color] In times like these, Casper was endlessly thankful that the mortal restriction of fatigue could not claim him in any other regard than sleep. It was what saved him in this fight.

[color=aba000]“Are you well, Casper?” [/color]

[color=ed1c24]“Worried?” [/color]The vampire chuckled softly, looking down at the utterly ruined attire he was wearing. [color=ed1c24]“I loved this jacket.” [/color]

[color=aba000]“You could have died, several times.” [/color]Raziel scolded, being the more reasonable one out of the two.

[color=ed1c24]“I had it sorted.”[/color] Unsummoning the physical manifestation of Raziel, Casper started out of the warehouse, leaving the withered husk of a Blood Sister behind to eventually fade into dust. 

[color=aba000]“It required desperate measures.” [/color]

[color=ed1c24]“How many more Bloodies are left?”[/color] Disregarding Raziel’s last statement, Casper slipped out of his ruined jacket, dropping it in a long since forgotten trashcan on his way out of the area. 

[color=aba000]“Seven.”[/color] Needless to say, Casper was no ally to the Blood Sisters. He had yet to get closely acquainted to them, having slain two out of a group of nine, but they both knew that in a near future, he’d get far closer to these Knights of Hell. [color=aba000]“You had a lot of trouble with the ones you’ve faced so far. If you see the Matriarch, you run.” [/color]

[color=ed1c24]“Let’s hope for the best, eh? She might be nice.” [/color]

Raziel could only sigh in response. Though quick to run his mouth, Casper was more careful than he let on…most of the time. Even he knew not to cross the Matriarch this soon, however.