“And that brings us to know.” Chad said finishing his story.
“Well, that’s some sh*t luck right there.” Samael chuckled.
With a chuckle of his own, “For you and me both.”
The smile slipped from Samael’s face, “Well let’s get on with it then.” His hands turned into large crimson hands with long daggerlike claws.
Chad walked over to Harry’s slumped form and yanked his knife from its skull, “Let’s.”
Samael put his right hand flat and sent it towards his opponent’s throat. The hand was promptly deflected by Chad’s knife.
This played out in slightly different permutations several more times. Chad knew this situation was untenable though, he could only play defensively for so long. He had to read his opponent right every time, while his opponent only had to read him right once. He needed to go for a win condition. A golden opportunity.
That opportunity came about when he was presented with a trade. His eye for their arm. The exchange ended with a gash through his left eye and a silver knife left in Samael’s left shoulder.
This led to a bloody fight as both sides now had a weak side and wanted to be the aggressor. Both were willing to trade muscle for bone.
Several minutes later Samael looked like ground beef and Chad’s entire left side looked like it was put through a shredder.
Both moved to strike the finishing blow. Both fell to the ground, no longer able to continue the fight. Both heard footsteps approaching them.
“Looks like I’m late to the party. In my defense though Chad you really ran through the demons with a quickness. Also, nothing about the cases was obviously supernatural. That second one meant that it took time for the case to reach me and even longer to solve said case. The first meant that I did not get that time.” the figure told the duo. Silence followed due to every other party in the conversation being too close to death to add anything.
The silence was then broken, “Well…. anywho, I’m here now.”
The figure with a black dog muzzle mask then promptly shot Samael the 5th in the head with a bone bullet imbued with faith essence.
***
I looked at the demon wearing the corpse of a teenager that now had a hole through its head. I then took in the teenager whose soul housed a dead demon.
“Well then let’s get you okie dokie.” I said while approaching the injured young man.
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“Don’t.” the young man laying on the ground barely gasped out.
“Let me be with my friends. Let me be done.” Chad told me gaining a temporary second wind.
With a tone full of resignation and a small nod I responded, “If that’s how you want your story to end, then that’s ok. You’ve done enough. You’ve done much more than could ever be asked of anyone, let alone one so young. Have a nice rest.”
I reached over and shut the young hero’s eyes.
“One last request, find the woman that did this to me and bring her down.”
“Judging by the physic residue on you and your friend there, I was already looking for her as she led to the death of my friend as well.”
I did not say much more as I knew someone who wanted to be left alone with their thoughts. I did the only thing I could do for the kid, I made sure he died unalone.
Sitting with a dying teenager infested with demonic powers gave me a lot of time to think. Unfortunately, I had nothing to think about really. Things were by in large going well. If the person behind the coming night kept trying to kill me, I would only grow stranger and ever closer. I also was slowly but surely getting better at combat essence weaving.
When the boy finally past, I looted his corpse. Not the most noble of things to do, but I was never the most noble. Also the equipment used by someone who killed an entire court of hell, even as low status and weak as Sammy boy’s, was quite powerful.
I empowered my mask with Chad’s. This bumped the mask to tier five and turned the mask metallic black. It incorporated the concepts contained in Chad’s mask: demon killing, killing in general, and a weak concentration of stealth & protection.
I then picked up the silver knife. Well, it used to be silver at least, it was now covered in black blood and ash. I promptly fed said knife to my gun adding some pretty classy silver engravings.
Well with that out of the way, time to get pancakes and fries at the diner.
Being:
Body:
[Bone Apple Tree]
Soul Tattoos:
[Celestial Weaving]
[Sand: Tier Three]
[Water: Tier Five]
[Faith: Tier One]
[Holy Water: Tier Three]
[Shadow: Tier Five]
[Necromancy: Tier Five]
[Rot: Tier ErRoR]
Special Abilities:
[Consumption: Tier Nine]
[Wound]
[Empowerment: Tier Nine]
[Empathy: Tier One]
Current Equipment:
Head:
[The Black Wasp Jackal’s Face]
Earrings:
[]
Necklace:
[]
Clothes:
[Jekyll’s Hide]
Rings:
[The Mentalism Ring]
[Mena’s Book]
[Petrifying Ring]
Bracelets:
[]
Shoes:
[]
Armaments:
[Beastly Heart]
[Murder Weapon]
Storage:
[Chi Organ]
[Spirit Shards]
[Various Utility Artifacts]
[Various Articles Of Clothing]
[Death Dogtags]