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New York


The creaking wood beneath Casper’s feet whined under his otherwise light weight, its age starting to show through years of use. Bubbling and contained machinations stretched across the wall, harboring experimental horrors within their watery confines, the tubes revealing ambitions of a crazed man’s desires made flesh. The disappearances had revealed themselves to result in the sight now cursing Casper’s eyes, the jaded expression meeting these creatures with little emotion, but rather a sense of duty. “Raziel.” His voice began, sounding less than phased by the tragedy. “Whaddya’ make of this?” The vampire continued, his focus lingering upon the malformed creatures within the glass containers, floating in their solitude.

Stitched together from various body parts, this was the attempt at a perfect lifeform, one which would borrow from various meta humans. It would state that every disappearance, every person mysteriously vanishing from their daily lives was a registered meta human. Of course, a hate crime was the first assumption but as the investigation continued, such would prove false. Meeting your end at the bottom of a forgotten cellar made laboratory was surely a fate equal to the dark, miserable blackness stretching across the corridor linking the containment area to the cells.

“These people match the data we were given.” The angelic voice responded. “They’re still alive, Casper.”

“If you call this life.” The Hunter returned, a soft frown making its way to his lips, the young man’s attention shifting to the various screens noting information of what lurked within the containers. “C’mon, let’s see what’s inside.” Casper finished as he continued into the darkness a set of stairs down. Flickering bulbs barely holding on were the lone source of light within the cellar, illuminating the tiled walls with what they could muster. From one mission to another, Casper’s involvement in the Paranormal and Meta Human Containment Agency worked towards an effective outcome as his hunt for demons was made easier and much more reliable. In turn, Casper acted as one of the elite agents working for the Agency to quietly and with lethal efficiency either terminating supernatural threats, or containing them. Demons would of course fall into this category.

The descent into what appeared to be a short throw from madness itself grew heavier. Casper’s crimson eyes traced the walls, seeing how blood smeared the cold tiles in a stream towards the deeper rooms. Cells had been torn open, malformed abominations donning the floor as if a morbid blanket. “A battle has taken place here.” Raziel noted, words brimming with truth.

“And there’s our guy.” Casper returned, kneeling down to turn one of the bodies over to its back. Doctor Sokolov, a man well known within the underground as a scientist and biologist. “Looks like his experiments went apeshit.” The vampire continued, ascending to his feet as he looked about, scanning the area for what he had come to obtain.

“On the desk.” Raziel informed, shifting Casper’s attention to the varies documents spread out across the wooden surface. It would appear that despite the massacre which had taken place, the desk had survived. Given the shattered furniture within the dungeon, it was clear that this was a desperate fight. The subjects had broken free and attacked whatever appeared in their field of vision. Their minds had been long since destroyed.

It had been stated that Sokolov was a paranoid man. He kept all of his research in physical form, documents, as to not get hacked. He was the only one with access to his work, and it could not be found in any digital form. While beneficial, in the end it didn’t seem to have helped him much. Gathering the various pages strewn about, Casper brought a finger to his ear. Unlike his last assignment, the vampire was dressed in a more professional attire this time around, along with a means of contact with HQ. “Got the package, gonna’ send a squad here to clean up? Looks like shit.”

“A squad will be dispatched by air. A helicopter will arrive shortly for extraction. Another mission awaits you, Casper.” A female voice returned. Samantha, Casper’s liaison back at base, the woman keeping him and Raziel updated in the face of assignments and missions throughout their progress. Complimenting her on the woman’s job would be an understatement as she had made a name for herself within the agency. A few years prior, Samantha retired from the field but was said to have been one of the best field agents available. It was a surprise to everyone to know how her magic behind a computer screen outshone her already impressive skills in combat.

“Ya’ can brief me.” The Hunter responded, stepping out of the old, decrepit forest cabin.

“You like puppies, I hear.” A soft chuckle echoed through his earpiece.

“Am I babysittin’, Sammy?” The words were nearly venomous, but luckily, the assignment was a far throw from what he originally thought.

“A werewolf has been very naughty. We need you to find that age old rivalry within your vampiric heart and hunt him down.” Despite being a tech savvy now, Samantha was quite blood thirsty. That would never leave her.

“Fun times. I’ve got it sorted.” The transmission ended. A few minutes would proceed to pass before Casper’s extraction arrived at his destination. Handing the documents to the agent on the helicopter, the vampire would be transported to his new assignment without pause. Such was the luxury of a civil service job but Casper knew what he had signed up for. Indeed, a lazy bum when he wasn’t working, Casper was known to put the job first while on the field. Seeing how the city was starting to stretch out before him, an additional number of minutes passed before New York City stood tall and mighty beneath the helicopter.

“We’ll keep you updated!” The agent spoke through the window as they opened the helicopter hatch. Along the ride, Casper had been informed of who he was hunting and why. A rogue wolf who had turned to the more savage side of his nature. This needed to be taken care of before others were involved and before it became a public issue. It needed to be resolved tonight. Taking a step forward, the vampire leaped out of the helicopter, a feat which would have led to the inevitable death of any normal individual. With an impressive amount of vampiric grace, Casper stabilized himself midair, twirling his body around before finally landing atop the roof of The Grand Tier Restaurant.

His target was in this area, now all he needed to do was wait. Leyla had a close eye on the wolf in question, and he was heading Casper’s way. All the vampire needed was a go from HQ before he could proceed with the mission, something he didn’t need to wait long before. This wolf was in a hurry. “Right below you, Casper.” Leyla spoke, highlighting the man now passing by the restaurant. “Take him out cleanly.”

“Raziel.” Casper spoke, the sword appearing in his hand before he leaped down the rooftop, an aerial execution maneuver. Given a werewolf’s acute senses however, Casper’s rapid approach was spotted, leaving a wound on the target’s back, but nothing which lead to neutralizing the target. With a load groan, the wolf picked up his pace and charged in the opposite direction, attempting to outrun the vampire. “Y’all just love makin’ shit difficult…” A heavy sigh escaped the vampire’s lips before he gave chase.

New York City

Old Construction Site



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 shape. 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.

“Shit, you hit hard…” 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. “People really do call me Shade, huh? Fuck, that ain’t very creative.” 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.”

“Oh, no. Casper, that’s a Blood Sister!” 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.

“Great…” 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.

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

“Even if I tried to run, Razzie, she’ll catch up sooner or later. Only one way outta’ this.” 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.

“Don’t give her the upper hand, keep close to her.” 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.

“Doin’ what I can, Razzie!” 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.

“Got em’ wide open, hun’!” 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.

“You ain’t goin’ back to hell, a shame, really. Would want to send my regards to your Sisters!” 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.

“Yeah, ya’ are.” 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. “Fuckin’ hell…” 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.

“Are you well, Casper?”

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

“You could have died, several times.” Raziel scolded, being the more reasonable one out of the two.

“I had it sorted.” 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.

“It required desperate measures.”

“How many more Bloodies are left?” 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.

“Seven.” 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. “You had a lot of trouble with the ones you’ve faced so far. If you see the Matriarch, you run.”

“Let’s hope for the best, eh? She might be nice.”

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.
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New York City


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. “The suit over there.” 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. “Fat man, red tie, smirk.” The voice continued, a voice with the name of Raziel.

“What kind?” 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.

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

“Makin’ a scene won’t get us anywhere.” 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. “The trade won’t matter much, though. Once we kill him, the poor sod makin’ a deal with him will get her soul back.”

“Right. Let’s wait, then.” 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.

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

“We’ll just have to keep following him.” 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. “On another note. Have you picked up on what they’ve started to call you?”

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

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

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

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

“If ya’ say so, Razzie.” 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. “We can’t let him trade that soul away.”

“Be ready to fight more than one Demon, Cassy.”

“Good, I’m real’ fuckin’ hungry.” 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.

“So bloodthirsty, Cas.” Raziel chuckled. “Nothing wrong in enjoying a meal while working, though.”

“See? Ya’ got the gist.” 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.

“She’ll try to seduce you.” The angel warned.

“She’ll have better luck seducin’ a rock. If she was an Incubus, I’d be scared.” 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.

“Sorry to spoil the fun, darlin’.” 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.”

“Drop the act, let’s get straight to the killin’.” 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.
Not a good way to make friends!
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Hey, everyone. Been forever since I was here, but I am willing to come back, if you'll have me.
Hey, guys. Wanted to drop by and say that I seem to be having some intense writer's block. Can't write a reply for the life of me, no matter how much I try it would appear.

For now, I think I need to take a break from writing here and see if my mojo comes back in time. I've loved RPing here, though. Hopefully I'll get my writing capabilities back before long.

Luv, Shard.
Sorry for my inactivity lately, but I posted now.
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