Hooo boy, this is my first fic so please be kind.
Death, violence, rage and hatred. To most people these are things that come at bad times, or when friends or family are in danger. To some however these are the emotions that fuel one's will to live.
For a demon half at the age of 15 these were his rules to live. Having lost his brother to a demon at a young age he despised demons even though he knew that he himself was part demon. He considered it ironic when he was face to face with a demon while he himself was in his demon form. He never listened to them, why should he? They would never spare him if he was in their place.....
The echo of screams filled the catacombs as Argus walked silently down it. He paused for a moment adjusting his blue trenchcoat, tightening the gloves on each of his hands. He drew his sword from its sheath slowly beginning to run along the hall. He remained quiet not wanting to let anyone know he was here. Although, from what was ahead of him it seemed a bit late for that.
A muscular red skinned Demon stood ahead of him. It's eyes were solid yellow and it stood a good 7' feet. Argus snarled under his breath as he slid to a stop sword pointed at the demon.
"Stand aside weakling, I don't wish to waist time on lesser demons. Especially if they are as ugly as you."
The demon slowly curved a smile to its fanged lips, and in a echoing voice he replied to the demon hunter. "Fool, I am no lesser demon. I am one of lord Damoncious's personal guards. If I recall you are the brat that has been hunting for my master...."
Argus snarled as he leapt at the demon with demonic speed. The Demon not expecting a attack so soon only managed to sway to the side, but lost his right arm in the process, blood spraying out of where his arm once resided. The demon let out a yowl and held the wound a large portion of the blood on Argus.
Argus sneered, "You tell me where Damoncious is or it will be your head next time!"
The demon growled. "Foolish boy... you think I will tell you anything? Why I might as we..." His sentence was cut off abruptly as a Argus's blade was lodged in the demons neck, Argus staring at him in the face with a crazed look in his slitted eyes.
"Wrong answer.... Now... you DIE!" Argus turned the sword sharply in a circle then swung it out of the demon's neck slashing it in the air to clean the blood off it. As the Demon fell backwards creating a pool of blood from his neck and arm Argus sheathed his sword glancing at the dead demon.
"Seem's I am getting warmer.... Soon dear Brother you will be avenged..." Argus turned around and continued to walk down the catacombs looking for his original target.....
Ummm and also reference sprites!
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