Chapter 1: Those Who Lurk in the Shadows(Part 1)
Deep in the night, in the furthest reaches of the NetherWorld, roaming a devil possessing frightening potential. Passing the many lands, over the many seas, and deep in a city wandering many demons. Rumors spreading far and wide of a bounty hunter, fear growing as a result. Far within an alley, eyes alluring as the blood moon piercing out within the depths of the darkness.
The light slowly closing in upon them, the devil standing within the alley. Hair tying back, golden as the sun. The person turning, her eyes brimming in confidence. Looking ahead to the streets. Seeing the many malevolent beings roaming around. Horizontally on the lower half of her back resting a peculiar blade. Long as well as broad, the steel upon it shimmering with a light. Deep within it resting a sickening malevolence. The hilt of the sword revealing black, shaping like a bone. On the right wrist of the demon resting a black gauntlet with an opening for a blade as well.
Extending from her shoulder region all the way passing her upper thigh revealing a long black coat. Upon her waist and just above her knees, the demon wearing short black jeans. Along her chest a black cloth tying around her back. A stressful sigh escaping the lips of the devil, scratching the back of her head with her right hand, soon lowering it upon her waist.
“Perhaps I will simply be a bit more persuasive with my services to the client. A girl certainly cannot make a living getting minimum wage,” she shrugs.
The devil looking ahead to the end of the alley, lowering her hand to her side. The demon walking onward, approaching the end of the alley. The maiden standing with her back against the wall, looking out to her targets who are unaware of her presence. Those devils carrying on at their own ends, chatting away with each other, some of which seeming uneasy.
“Yeah, word has it that there is a bounty hunter out there. No one has ever seen them,” a swordsman folding his arms, slightly looking down.
The hellhound before the man thinking on it for a moment. For no one to actually see the so-called bounty hunter, there must be a reason right? If anything, the one hunting them does well to cover their tracks.
“Well that is only natural after all. No one has ever lived to report what they even look like,” the hellhound slightly looking away.
The swordsman scratching the back of his head with his right hand. Laughing a bit awkwardly before slightly calming. The hellhound knowing exactly why, and the swordsman has good reason to fear the one hiding in the shadows.
“No kidding, makes me a bit edgy...” uneasiness extending from the swordsman.
“Quit your whining, we wouldn’t be alive now if we can be easily killed,” the hellhound assuring him.
“Haha, so true,” he agrees.
The words of his friend bringing the swordsman some ease. After all, they are indeed making their way through the ranks. Becoming higher in the chain of the devils, certainly their lives cannot be in such danger. The maiden seeing her opportunity, calmly walking out of the alley. Making her way towards the unsuspecting swordsman.
“A bounty hunter you say?” her soft voice upon them.
“Huh—?” the swordsman and hellhound turning their attention to the maiden.
Soon standing before the two slightly shaken devils. The maiden merely observing them as they explain the situation to her. Perhaps a bit hysterical they are, but maybe in good reason one can say.
“—Yeah, they’ve been hunting us down for a profit. Damn demon...though I guess demons will be demons right?” the hellhound speaks.
“Right, and speaking of which—”
The hellhound and swordsman looking on in confusion. The maiden immediately revealing a black revolver, holding it to the head of the hellhound. The hellhound immediately freezing, their claws trembling against the ground. The maidens cold eyes piercing down to the core of the mutt. The swordsman can do no more than to watch. The rumors being true, the infamous bounty hunter appearing before them. Those cold eyes, and proud posture leaving fear in the wake of her arrival.
“—I have come to collect my next payday,” she smiles.
Her finger pulling on the trigger, a single shot of pure dark energy piercing the skull of the hellhound. The sound of the gunfire extending far and wide, drawing the attention of many devils. Blood spilling along the ground, and some even landing on the face of the maiden. The hellhound lifelessly falling on the ground, their eyes remaining open in horror.
"Sigh, I suppose I will simply have to take a bit extra for the cleanup,” agitation expressing from her tone.
The maiden lowering her weapon, facing in the direction of the swordsman. The demon taking a step back, clear uncertainty expressing upon the face of the man. The demon looking towards her, his body quivering at her presence.
“Y—You damn bitch!” the swordsman yelling, revealing his blade.