A heart in the darkness, someone living in a lawless realm. Their eyes from the shadows, looking out into the city underneath the dusk. Many wandering demons, fear within them.

The light setting in on the individual in an alley, her long blonde hair tying back, those crimson eyes reflecting the red moon. A person wearing a long black coat, short black jeans, and a cloth wrapping around her chest.

Her strange large sword horizontally on the lower half of her back, old symbols burning along its length, its bony hilt. A black gauntlet on her wrist, the opening concealing a blade.

"Maybe I will simply be a bit more persuasive with my services to the client. A girl certainly cannot make a living getting minimum wage." The sighing demon, placing her hand on her waist.

A soul searching for one, living the life of a hunter. Taking on many jobs, staining herself in blood. Walking along her black route, keeping her eye on one. The young woman soon heading onward, thinking on the person.

Their brilliantly shining armor, someone holding the body of a precious individual in their arms. The maiden shortly bracing back against the wall, looking out to her unsuspecting targets.

"Yeah, no one has ever seen the bounty hunter." A swordsman folding his arms, slightly looking down.

A person making a name for herself, proceeding along her relentless path. Damning many in her feverish wave, refusing to remain quiet.

One existing in a chaotic realm, embracing the sinister reality. Using it towards her means, crushing countless in her way. The hellhound standing before the man, thinking for a moment.

"It is weird ya know, think at least one person would see em." The hellhound looking away a bit.

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The NetherWorld, a lawless realm housing the most brutal. Devils surviving each day, displaying their strength in a cruel realm. Many following their desires, revealing their black souls. The swordsman scratching the back of his head, uneasily laughing.

"No kidding, makes me a bit edgy..." The swordsman's hand behind his head.

"Quit your whining, we wouldn't be alive now if we can be easily killed." The hellhound assuring him.

"Haha, so true." The shrugging man.

Fear around each corner, the many unrestful hearts. One rising to her challenges, seeking after a certain entity in the wind. Running along her dark road, shouting her soul. The young woman soon walking out from the shadows, shortly confronting the swordsman.

"A bounty hunter you say?" her soft voice on them.

"Huh?" the swordsman and hellhound turning their attention to the maiden.

Eternally branding years, the demon's efforts to find one soaring high. Memories forever within her, clawing away at her in her dreams. Shortly observing her surroundings, noting the number in the area. The person soon returning her attention to the two, slightly moving her feet.

"Yeah, they've been hunting us down for a profit. Damn demon...though, I guess demons will be demons right?" the hellhound laughing a bit.

"Right, and speaking of which—"

Reaching behind her, gripping her revolver. Immediately aiming it at the skull of the hellhound, the two shaking individuals. Their visions on the maiden's piercing gaze, this great devil before them. A legend in front of them, truth in the rumors.

"—I have a job to complete." Her slight smile.

Living her life along the edge, seeking after one from her past. A person walking in the abyss, her heavy steps in the endless plane. Many demons noticing, some alarmingly stepping away.

Their eyes on her pulling the trigger, seeing the purely bursting negative energy piercing the hellhound's skull. Blood splashing everywhere, some hitting the maiden's face

"What a mess..." The sighing devil shaking, her vision on the lifeless hellhound on the land.

Lowering her weapon, her calm eyes on the many around her. Fear in numerous, shaking at the person in front of them. Little information existing on her, a demon moving in the shadows, quickly eliminating her enemies.

Her deep hatred for one, a heart wishing to fulfill its wish. The swordsman stepping back a bit, his shaking body.

"Y—You damn bitch!" the swordsman yelling, aiming his blade at her.