Setting: Mercadia, Texas (Large city, Skyscrapers, etc.), And a large desert surrounding.
There was a job to be done. A large job. One that had required they send Hawk to take of it, with the Devils Lock 7 no less. A 'book' of multiple high-power weapons, able to turn into any of them. Hawk had been sent to deal with problems such as this multiple times before, and had no problem with it. No, what bothered him, was that this time it was his hometown. That wasn't the only thing though, under normal circumstances, he was given a specific target to take down, usually a large or more powerful Demon. This time though, he had no information on what he was targeting, all he had been told was there was a fight, and a big one.
So, as he appeared through the dimensional gate, returning him to his own realm, an uneasy feeling moved in the pit of the green-eyed devil slayer's stomach. His current location was on top of a skyscraper, overlooking a large part of the city. He made his way to the edge of its flat-top roof, and looked over it. Deep below, a strange sight came before him, instead of its usual hustle and bustle, all he saw was a heavy fog between all the streets, but not high enough to cover the taller buildings.
"Devils Lock Seven, Unseal, Hell's Nemesis." As the command fell from his mouth, the small bible-appearing booklet in his hand, turned into a white glowing sphere. Slowly, it morphed its way into what appeared to be a sort of sniper rifle. There was no location for a clip though, but it didn't matter. Bullets from this specific rifle were formed by the gunner's energy, rather than fired casings. Devils Lock 7 was the most powerful of the Devils Lock catagories; although not the final in the series, the weapons it contained were made to bring down any target, of any size. Once brought down, their soul would be sent straight to hell, unless it was a human target, in which case judgement. It didn't matter to him what happened after they were killed though, his job was only making sure they died. They, being demons, all of them. In order to carry out that goal, he lifted his gun up, and peered through his scope. It was specially designed for tracking demons, like heat-vision for them.
What the scope revealed, made the churn in his stomach turn into a lump in his throat, his breathing halted for a moment. The entire street, all hidden by the fog, was red. He could see nothing else, wherever he aimed his view... The city was demon infested.
There was a job to be done. A large job. One that had required they send Hawk to take of it, with the Devils Lock 7 no less. A 'book' of multiple high-power weapons, able to turn into any of them. Hawk had been sent to deal with problems such as this multiple times before, and had no problem with it. No, what bothered him, was that this time it was his hometown. That wasn't the only thing though, under normal circumstances, he was given a specific target to take down, usually a large or more powerful Demon. This time though, he had no information on what he was targeting, all he had been told was there was a fight, and a big one.
So, as he appeared through the dimensional gate, returning him to his own realm, an uneasy feeling moved in the pit of the green-eyed devil slayer's stomach. His current location was on top of a skyscraper, overlooking a large part of the city. He made his way to the edge of its flat-top roof, and looked over it. Deep below, a strange sight came before him, instead of its usual hustle and bustle, all he saw was a heavy fog between all the streets, but not high enough to cover the taller buildings.
"Devils Lock Seven, Unseal, Hell's Nemesis." As the command fell from his mouth, the small bible-appearing booklet in his hand, turned into a white glowing sphere. Slowly, it morphed its way into what appeared to be a sort of sniper rifle. There was no location for a clip though, but it didn't matter. Bullets from this specific rifle were formed by the gunner's energy, rather than fired casings. Devils Lock 7 was the most powerful of the Devils Lock catagories; although not the final in the series, the weapons it contained were made to bring down any target, of any size. Once brought down, their soul would be sent straight to hell, unless it was a human target, in which case judgement. It didn't matter to him what happened after they were killed though, his job was only making sure they died. They, being demons, all of them. In order to carry out that goal, he lifted his gun up, and peered through his scope. It was specially designed for tracking demons, like heat-vision for them.
What the scope revealed, made the churn in his stomach turn into a lump in his throat, his breathing halted for a moment. The entire street, all hidden by the fog, was red. He could see nothing else, wherever he aimed his view... The city was demon infested.
She was on the outskirts of the town. Ready for anything that might try and slip out of the city in her direction. Barking orders to a squad of Angels behind her. She was ready for combat and so was her squad.
thirty minutes after setting up defenses the rest of the Legion of Angels under her command arrived. She wanted only one Legion one that was seasoned with this and this was the very legion she basically grew up with. The Zamora tilted her head and popped her neck gently as she was ready for the demons.
thirty minutes after setting up defenses the rest of the Legion of Angels under her command arrived. She wanted only one Legion one that was seasoned with this and this was the very legion she basically grew up with. The Zamora tilted her head and popped her neck gently as she was ready for the demons.
Daemonium lounged on the rooftop of a fairly high building, gazing around at the city and the outskirts, waiting for the havoc to explode beneath him. The Demon Assasin wasn't hired to take part in the fight, in fact he wasn't hired at all, he was just there to observe. And to shove an excapee's back down into the line of fire of the demon hunter that was perched on a rooftop not too far away.
The manhole cover moved. Xenon had been testing them all day with no avail untill now. The Alley was empty, a rare sight now, but for how long was uncertain. As two yellow orbs scanned the alley from below the cover the sound of wings could be heard above. The alley became instantly the same as before, the edges of a clinking echo lingered for less then a second. The angels passed above undisturbed. The cover lifted once again. This time Xenon stepped out of the sewer she had called home for the past few months. Turning she lowered the manhole cover back into place with a light 'chink'. Instantly dissapearing into the shadow she began to climb the building, hoping to reach the roof before she was noticed by either demon or angel.
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