Demon Hunters; FOR Hire

[ConverseGhost]

"Damnit, don't tell-" she shouted but that's all she could make. The two demons turned their guns on her with Neow's heads up. She slid behind a snack machine, yelping at the glass shattering across her ears. This damn Wolf is trying to kill me! Why hasn't he killed off these things?! Angel went to throw her dagger but she could barely move without being shot at.


"Shoot at them!" she shouted angrily. Angel contemplated running and leaving him with this alone but it was only for a moment. It was dishonorable and honestly horrible. She'd fight this and then take her leave. It wasn't worth the money.


"Distract them!" she barked loudly, hating the disadvantage. Angel was a melee fighter and had nothing that could go long distance besides throwing her daggers. With wasn't going to work in this case. Sure, she knew how to work a gun but she hated the noise and the smell of it. And why weren't they told that the damn demons had acquired guns?! Kinda vital.


Sure, Angel had a leather jacket, but there was no protection on her against bullets if she tried to leap over to the Wolf's side. Not like she really wanted to. What if he sucked out of her soul? She whimpered, eyes once more darting to the staircase.

 

[Neow46]

"I'm trying to damn it!" Neow barked back, out of desperation and panic rather then any sort of malice as the Red orb of energy in his hand condensed completely.


"There!" He muttered to himself excitedly as he hastily planned his next course of action


In between gunfire, Neow peeks his own hold out pistol from around the corner, pulling the trigger and shooting in a random direction towards the Demons, forcing them to reflexively take cover, and in one swift motion, lobbing the ball of magical energy he created in his hand over towards the two demons shooting at the two of them.


Neow doesn't even bother to look at the resulting explosion as he ducks behind the Metal locker he hid behind, and not a moment later, after a demonic scream or two and a loud -BOOM- Of lightning shakes the room, the two Demons were instantaneously vaporized, and there was finnly nothing else shooting at Neow and Angel...


Neow peeked over his cover to see two piles of smoldering Ash and the feeling of the absorbed souls coming to him, his chest blipping it's bright red twice to confirm it....


Fucking hell... he thought to himself as he wearily stood up, reloading his hold out pistol with another silver bullet....


The gnash on his right shoulder stung like hell as he looked at his won blood splattered around it...


God damn it... This was my favorite jacket too....





He looked around for Angel, Spotting her still behind the vending machine.


"Hey, You alright?" He said to her as he wearily walked over, a tired and pained expression acrossed his face as he tried to ignore the wound on his right shoulder....


His magic could only do so much to numb the pain and stop him from bleeding out, but he'd need actual medical attention soon as this Job was finished...


"Right now im kinda doubting those were the only two to have fucking guns on them..." He said, looking back towards the two smoldering ash piles on the other side of the room...


"We've got the rest of this floor and the next to clear before we hit the Demon lords and whoever their associate is.... The lords are probably wielding those fucking great axes like they always proudfully do... but let's just both hope they aren't summoning god damn more of themselves..."

 

[ConverseGhost]

Angel was thrown back by the explosion but only to her rear. She yelped in pain, not from falling but from her sensitive ears. She was too late to cover them but her right ear stung like the demon had stabbed it. She stood, a bit wobbly, at the sight of that Neow Wolf approaching her. She could see he was talking and knew he meant continuing by his gesture towards upstairs.


Shaking her head, Angel used her left paw to pull a sword on him, snarling weakly and holding her ear. "I ain't going anywhere until you tell me what that demon meant. And don't act like you don't know, either. Just a moment ago you were all shaky and as soon as I killed off that demon child you're all magic bombs. And don't try to avoid this conversation by snatching up my soul either. It's bitter and chewy," she spat, resisting the urge to lean into the wall.


The bombs, the gunfire...it was like Angel was back in Iraq. This was the reason she left Iraq. She didn't use guns and stayed away from heavy fire like bombs or grenades. She had two silent daggers and swords that cut like butter. Besides, swords and daggers don't jam and leave you with three guys pinning you and your team in a building.


"It said you were a soul eater. That you fed off their souls and made you stronger. As far as I know, that's not natural. So tell me if it's true. I'm not really an equal in a match right now and it'd be pretty fucking dishonorable to try and pick a fight now. So tell me if I'm right so I can leave. I'm not sticking around if the O is recruiting half-breeds," Angel spat with burning eyes.

 

[Neow46]

Neow pulled back a little when Angel drew one of her own blades at him.


But after hearing what she had to say, Neow sighed deeply and face palmed with one of his hands.


"God Damn it, shoulda thought ahead about this...


*Sighing*


Yes... technically speaking I am the Mortal equivalent to one of their damn Devourers. But I'm still just as Mortal as you are. I'm sure as hell no half-breed though, especially not with those god damn beasts that we're supposed to be mopping up right now."


Neow crossed his arms, looking rather annoyed and feeling particularly offended at being called a "half-breed" this time around. Sure, he was a half-breed in a sense one of his parents was human, but she sure as hell had no relations to demons...


Besides... The more time lost explaining things, the longer those Demon lords on the floor or two above their heads have to possibly escape.


"While I can numb the pain to a degree, this shoulder wound still hurts like a bitch you know, and it bleeds Red, Not that awful pitch black garbage. I'm not one of them." His tone of voice was very defensive as he pointed to the wound slashed acrossed his right shoulder, still bleeding rather nicely and soaking into his cloths.


"I would never take a living Person's or Animal's soul. Besides, I am very certain i'm completely incapable of committing such an atrocity like that!


There's a lot of differences between a Demon soul and Mortal soul you know!


And it'd be insanely wrong to figure how to take a mortal soul, and would be incredibly Illegal if you're not one of those Bureaucrats we have to be god damn lackys for because of their bullshit political immunities."


Neow sighed in almost livid frustration after his short blow up just now as he began walking away from Angel and towards the smoldering ashes of the Demons who were shooting at them earlier.


Fuck this, they can wait until later for more answers, we have a job to do and those Lord Souls are just as valuable to him as the Physical cash they bring!


"Look, we're wasting time here, We can split the money for the Demon lords heads and axes 10 to 90 for all I care, but unless we want even more of those foul monsters in our world..."


Neow quickly checked how many bullets were in each of the dropped pistols and the surviving clips in the ash piles, finding them to have at least 2-3 clip each including half loaded magazines in.


They weren't the specialized Silver ammunition, but against Shape-shifters they'd work well enough, and as long as he kept aiming for non-vital parts of the body, these certainly wouldn't kill anybody either....


Neow placed one of the guns onto the ground along with a clip of ammunition, and slid it over in Angel's direction. I really hope she doesn't fucking shoot me he thinks to himself, but if he was going to get out of this alive himself, he's going to have to show some form of trust...


"Then lets get moving and get this over with. There's at least a few more demons on this floor and another entire floor after this one, then we hit the Lords and whoever the fuck was stupid enough to make a deal with one of them."


Neow said finally as he took the other pistol, but before he went onwards tot eh next room, He stopped in the middle of the doorway, and looked back at Angel...


"But if you're going to leave, then leave."


He choked up a little at the last sentence... A hint of fear and worry in his voice....


The one good looking partner I get, and from the beginning this is all sorts of fucked up from the Demon lords to my god damn secret breaking out to yet another person who thinks i'm some sort of fucking monster...





(Again, don't be afraid to take action of the world around our characters and the NPCs yourself!)

 

[ConverseGhost]

Angel watched him, lowering her sword. So he couldn't eat her soul...good. That was some ease under her belt. But she hated that it wasn't natural. What if it took over him and that turned his red blood black? She watched him leave and frowned at his anger. She was scared, couldn't he see? Wouldn't he do the same thing? Would he not be afraid of the unknown?


"Listen, I'm just making sure I know who I'm working with. I'm sorry for accusing but I'm not sorry for being cautious," she spoke lowly, watching him walk away. "I don't want extra pay. 'Kay? I won't tell no one but you gotta promise me that you won't use that magic on me," she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.


"I ain't leavin'" she caught the gun with her hind paw, her accent thicker the quieter she spoke. She picked it up and tucked it into her waistband. "Don't expect me to use this unless its dire. I don't do guns no more," she shook her head, eyes suddenly looking away.


"Come on. You won't hear another word from me," she sighed, voice defeated. She began up the stairs, beckoning him to follow. She felt a little bad for making him mad and or hurting his feelings but she knew it was necessary in a world like this. In a world with Demons.

 

[Neow46]

(posting tommorrow! just hang in there a lil longerr aaaa)

 

[ConverseGhost]

(*Little Angel hangs from tree*)

 

[Neow46]

(sorry belreghhhhh, this week hasn't been good for me at all and i've been nothing but dead tired xnx)


Neow doesn't realize at first his own harshness and defensiveness about what he said as he continued onwards, still heated from the quick argument....


But as He calmed down and they got to the task back at hand, he began to feel some remorse and regret...


Damn... Did i really snap at her there? I mean, she did basically insult me and reconfirmed her being racist but...


Neow glanced back at her with a concerned look on his face...


She did have every right to be cautious though.... not many people know there's huge differences between Demon and mortals... let alone know the exsistance of... well... my special case....





He tried to dismiss the issue for now, it'd be best to focus on the mission at hand... after all, 3 million and 3 Lord souls were just another floor above them...


Heading up the stairs with Angel, Neow tried to think of how many more Demons would be ahead of them...


"I bet you there's going to be more then just Shapeshifters..." Neow spoke up as he Double checked a corner, pistol in hand.


"You ever see a Demon lord or fight one before?" He asked almost timidly... it was almost unmistakable there was a hint of fear in his voice...


"Often d-don't see the bastards, and normally it takes an entire squad just to take one and his minions out..."


Neow had never fought or seen one in action himself, but he's heard the stories, and those never ended up very well without a couple of casualties... All he knew was is that they had a lot of pets to keep them company and that their Souls were some of the most powerful amongst demons....


Really proud melee fighters though, kinda like Fantasy story/game black knights, wielding big great axes and spiky armor, glowing eyes and everything too...


Hopefully they don't have any really strong magical wards or have bullet-proof armor.... although... maybe a few well aimed lighting blasts and bolts would kill at least one of them...


Before Neow could speak up again, he heard a sort of whispering down a adjacent hallway....


He held up a hand to Angel, listening closely.... and then quickly identifying the sort of whisper sound.


"It's a fucking Siren...." he whispered to Angel...


Sirens were kinda like your traditional Banshee in a sense, usually either meant to scream until your ear drums burst as one killed you or serve as a early warning for other Demons...


Probably the latter in this case....


"All yours..." He motioned to Angel, Pointing down the hallway where he could hear the whispering....


It'll be a lot quicker and quieter for her to take the damn thing out.... the more of a jump we can get on those lords the better....

 

[ConverseGhost]

(Aww, it's coolio. I've just been here)


Angel shrugged, trying not to set him off again. He seemed pretty angry about her calling him out and she understood why. It was kinda like the Humans on the street that pointed and gawked at her, asking questions...questions she wouldn't even answer to her mother. "Ain't ever seen one but I'm sure it's not too hard," she grumbled.


"Send the girl with the messed up ears, yeah, that'll do," she sighed and unsheathed her daggers. Her paws were silent against the linoleum, her claws pulled back to make no noise. Angel hated this; how come she was sent on a stealth mission when she was a balls out chop off your head in seconds fighter? It was unfair to her skills but honing her natural talent. Angel had always found it easy to sneak around and slit a throat without a single gasp.


The whispering got louder as she moved on her own down the hall. She stifled a whimper, her hurt ear throbbing. That damn demon shook something loose and she'd have to go see another O specialist to get everything...put back together. She came around a corner, seeing the black mass hunched over and looking over at the walls. Stop. Stop, you can't do it...Not too close...Remember what the doctor said.


With a low snarl, she leapt at it's back, her daggers sliding into its jugular like butter. It opened it's mouth to scream but she put her paw over it as they both fell to the ground. She let out a soft cry of pain, it's soundless scream echoing in her ears. It sent her back to the battle field...Staring at the sky and looking over to see that grenade...Her ears had been put together by specialists and even then it took years for her to regain normal functions. If anything, they were too sensitive.


Angel clasped her paws over the two and curling in on herself for a moment, it's black blood smearing the left side of her muzzle with the slime. It stuck to the fur between her paw pads but it felt like putty, not acid. She stood, shaking her head. Flicks of blood went over the wall and she once more covered her bleeding ear. "Clear," she spoke loud enough for him to her.

 

[Neow46]

Messed up ears....? Wait... was that sarcasm or...





He waited a minute or two listening... but not hearing a single sound from either Angel or her kill... Almost just like a video game assassin.... It was pretty impressive to Neow even with his sensitive hearing...


After hearing the "Clear", Neow Immediately followed up to Angel and finding her standing over the Disgusting Siren's Corpse.


"Nice work, hopefully that was the only one we gatta deal with. I'm not looking to get surprised"


Neow noticed something to be bothering Angel though as she was covering her bleeding ear.


He wouldn't even try to suggest applying any kind of magical anesthetics like he was doing to himself and the large slash acrossed his right shoulder.


"You doing alright there?" He asked Angel, an eyebrow raised.


"You look like you had a struggle with it, but I didn't hear a sound though....?"


He asked concerningly.


Maybe there was something wrong with her ears...?


Ehh, it's probably not the best time to ask right now actually... the less time wasted the better.... but I don't want her to be hindered in any way once we find those damn lords....





After a momment of awkward silence, Neow looked down and shook his head...


"I'm sorry, it's probably not wise to ask about it now as scum crawls all around us..." he said apologetically...


They needed to get moving, it was important they cleared out the rest of this floor before hitting the top floor where the lords and this assumed mortal acquaintance of their's was...


Neow took lead as they approached another closed room, taking out any other demons they encountered silently as possible.... Assuming this next room led up to the last floor/attic kind of area of this building, this should almost be the last step....


There was no doubt gonna be a LOT of them in this next room, Shape shifters and others....


He got to one side of the Door almost routinely, and looked at Angel.


"There's probably a good lot of them in there waiting for us, You prefer i cover you opening the door or you cover me opening the door?"


He asked almost plainly, Conversation usually didn't last when there was possibly an entire group of various demons in the next room...

 

[ConverseGhost]

Angel froze up as he asked about wounds, knowing he heard her when she grumbled about her ears. It's not like she tried to hide anything. She wasn't too much for secrets. Don't lie...She gulped and nodded, eyes relieved when he dropped the subject.


Stepping over the body, she pulled at the putty at her fur but it was stuck like glue. Or tar. She growled real low, pulling at it then cursing when it refused to come off. She still had some on her muzzle and knew that would be something to mess with later on.


"I'll cover you. I don't like guns but that doesn't mean I'm not good with them. If you have a silencer...please," she sighed, eyes pleading at she pulled one of her own from her belt. Angel always had one on her in case the time called for it. Screwing it onto the handgun he'd given her earlier, she made sure the extra magazine was close at hand.


"Alright, you go in there and shoot, whether magic or guns I don't care, just be sure to avoid me. If you're good with a sword or throwing daggers, you can use mine. But we have to take as many of the minions down before we get to the boss. If they're anything like you said, I don't want any distractions when I'm fighting it off," she grumbled, loading and cocking the gun.


"Ready?" she moved to the other side of the door, her voice barely above a whisper.


What if the guns are loud? Or you run out of bullets? Or they take your swords? What if he hits you with the magic and you lose it...? Her mind a constant swirl of What if's. It gave her a killer headache most of the time and was down right annoying on the others.

 

[Neow46]

Neow apologetically shrugged at Angel.


"I usually use that little hold out


in my sleeve, sorry..."


They unfortunately didn't make silencers small enough for the little hold out pistol in his sleeve. If anything its more for executions and threats then actual killing. He didn't use regular guns enough to warrant carrying around a standard silencer since he was always either using magic or stabbing demons in their necks...


Neow took a deep breath as he prepared to open the door, nodding to Angel he too was ready.


Lord souls here I come....





Neow Quickly opens the Door, Charging up Energy in his hand as he Aimed the gun inside... however he was quickly shocked to see what him and Angel Find waiting for him...


Before both of them in a rather large conference room with the stairs leading upwards in the back, Was one of the Demon lords, standing at the center of the room, Full on metal spikey armor tinted a dark green, only his twisted and disgusting mouth poked out from his armor, smiling fiendishly at Angel and Neow, a large, spiked great Axe rested over his shoulder calmly, and two Hellhounds at his sides, barking and slobbering toxic saliva ready to attack on command.


And scattered around the room were about another 6 Exact clones of the Center Demon lord, no doubtly shape-shifters, each one of them taking on the full metal appearance of the Center Demon Lord himself, wielding exact duplicates of the center lord's spiked great axe...


The Demon lord's horrendous mouth was about to say something, however Neow doesn't stop to let the bastard even try to taunt them as he trusted his left arm outwards, A bright Red lighting bolt blasting out towards the Lord at the center of the room, immediately electrocuting the Demon lord as he quickly formed into a shape shiftier, It's entire body disintegration as Neow absorbed what power he just expended!


The Hellhounds remained there still, unfazed and still ready to attack...


Damn it! he Thought as he Aimed his gun to the nearest Clone of the Demon lord.


"Good Attempt... Hunter...."


A clone of the Demon lord from acrossed the Room spoke, his voice twisted deep, dark, and contorted, the clone made a mocking open arms gesture.


"Even hunters such as yourself..."


Another clone, the closest to Angel spoke as it held it's axe up, ready to strike and waiting to make a move.


"Not a Fierce Warrior..."


A third spoke as it walked to the spot of the Shape-shifter Neow electrocuted, stepping on the ashes without care....


"Nor even a Mortal Devourer...."


The one closes to Neow spat in a mocking tone as it pointed directly at Neow, who had a gun pointed at the particular lord....


"Can even hope to DEFEAT a Lord such as myself..."


A Fifth Spoke while sitting in a chair in a far corner of the room, Axe at the side of his seat.


"Your souls shall feed me for-"


Neow suddenly fired off three shots from the pistol he wielded, interrupting the Sixth Lord's speech, all three bullets strike the (fourth) lord he was aiming it, the bullets making loud metal CLANGS against the armor as they made three small dents int he center chest plate.


"Angel!" Neow shouted as he fired another four shots from the gun, drawing his hidden knife, the Four bullets impacting the Fourth lord's helm, one striking the exposed mouth and forcing the Shape-shifter to transform and quickly die to another two shots form Neow, first first clip of ammo already almost entirely gone.


"Find the bastard and injure him so we can get this done with!"


"Watch the Hellhounds!"


He Warned Angel as the two hounds split up focusing on each of them!


(Again, dont be afraid to control of the NPCs if you want all that! I'll wait another post before making another move on my side! Again im sorry for taking awhile to make these posts ;n; )

 

[ConverseGhost]

(Nah it's cool! I understand life gets in the way!)


Angel groaned lowly, not caring if Neow heard her whine. This wasn't suppost to happen. They were suppost to find a bunch of minions and ONE Lord. Not six. Oh Lord... heart hammering, she listened to them speak. It was eerie the way they all spoke the same sentence yet all having their own piece of the pie. Her heart jarred and she forced down the fear.


These guys probably stood in a damn mirror and rehearsed this bull shit! She was letting herself be afraid of a bunch of drama club geeks! That would so put a damper on her resume and she so wasn't going to let that happen. As Neow lifted his gun, Angel managed to spit out a few words that made her inwardly high five herself. "Good thing I'm a soldier."


She nodded to Neow's words and flinched at the sound of the gun. It made her want to fall to the ground and cover her head but she marched forward, aiming at the second Lord. She let off three shots and did a roll as it swung it's ax where her head once was. With the roll, she shot the back of it's knees and it crumbled to the ground. She was going to shoot it in the mouth like Neow did but a Hell Hound hit her in the back, sending the two flying over top the Lord.


Sliding across the ground, she aimed the gun. One hit it's cheek but the other went through it's mouth. It shrank down to it's size but the Hell Hound was at it's feet and snapping at hers. She curled them in and tried for her sword. It was stuck under her and Angel rolled away. It bought her enough time to shoot down the minion but the gun was useless without ammo. The Hound snapped in her ear but she held up a newly freed sword and cut deep into it's throat.


It fell atop her, it's body heavy and it's blood and slobber making warm trails through her fur. A cry of anger and disgust escaped her and she scrambled from under it's body, shaking off as much of the toxin as she could.

 

[Neow46]

Do not fear do not feel.


Neow reminded himself mentally as he fired the last of his clip into the on coming hellhound, the mundane bullets hardly affecting the horrible beast as if lunged at him


Focus on survival, Kill or be killed.


Neow slashed his knife acrossed the hound as he barely dodged its lunge, harming it as the silver burnt its twisted flesh.


Ignore the pain, obtain the lord souls, stop the demons.


The clip of his gun slid clear as he immediately snapped one if the reserves in its place, in his left hand he held the knife defensively, watching one of the lord clones begin to close in onto Neow, the hellhound jumping at him once again.


Beware the poison... Shits nasty to purge...


His heart was pounding as the hound tackled him down, pinning him as it snapped and spat all over him, bits of its saliva contacting his shoulder wound, a sudden overwhelming burning sensation flared over his wound, Neow screamed in pain as he drove his knife straight through the beasts head before his arm became paralyzed and he kicked off the dead monstrosity off in a frantic struggle.


Fuck! No no NO!


He thought to himself as he immediately rolled on the floor away from an incoming axe that was aimed for his body, his right arm completely paralyzed as he rushed to cast a purge onto himself before the toxin reached his heart.


His chest glowed a bright red as a sort of short range force exploded outwardly from Neows body, pushing back the demon lord clone in surprise as the poison from the hellhounds saliva and some blood shoot painfully out of Neows wounds with another painful scream...


God damn it!! Fuck fuck fuck... Need to kill the lord!!


Neow felt the strain of his magic upon him as his chest started to feel a burn, indicating he either to stop using his magic to cool down and rest of hurry the hell up and absorb the lord soul...


Still on the ground, right arm recovering from the paralyzation, Neow points his left arm towards the lord who stood over him, his hold out pistol sliding into his hand, and with a quick shot, a silver bullet went right through a weak point in the Lord's armor, quickly revealing him to be yet another shape-shifter as it quickly reverted to its original form in response to the silver, falling to the ground nearby to Neow.


"You owe me this you peice of shit!"


Neow said angrily to the fallen shape shifter as his holdout pistol retracted back to its hiding place, and Neow placed his hand onto the shifter's leg, attempting to absorb its soul before it died for another boost of power.


(Waiting on another action From yah before I post again!)

 

[ConverseGhost]

Angel was ducking around a Lord, trying not to get hit by the giant ax as she stabbed for a weak spot. He laughed as he grunted, muttering something about making her dance. Fuck, I'll dance alright! She was about to jab the thing int he eye when Neow's scream pierced her ear drum. She spun in his direction, pain and fear swirling around inside.


Seeing him on the ground, her instinct to leap to his aid was overpowering. But, before she could even take a paw step, the flat of the Lord's ax sent her flying to the wall. She let out a cry of pain as she hit the wall, upside down and on her back. She let out a moan as she slid to the ground, her breath gone but recovering already.


Shaky on her paws, she raised her sword and shook her head. A Lord approached Neow as he, what she believed to be, sucked the soul out of one of Demons. A snarl escaped her as she crossed the space between them, barely four bounds. Pouncing, the Lord and her went spinning across the tile flooring.


"Next time I spin, imma throw up," she groaned as she raised her head but ducked once more as the Lord threw a punch. "Neow! Shake it off, buddy! I can't take-" she was cut off as the Lord sucker punched her gut. A whine escaped her but she clawed off it's helmet, revealing it's greyish, slimey face.


"I quit!" she shoved her claws into it's eyes, paws suddenly on fire as it's oily blood spilled across her forearms. It let out a snarl and shoved her off by her shoulders, but it was too late. That was brain matter stuck between her claws.


It took all she had not to throw up but ti shriveled and died, another imposter Lord gone. "Come on," she panted, holding out a bloody paw for him to take, her own blood trickling out the side of her mouth and ear.

 

[Neow46]

Neow muttered a grateful "Thank You" as Angel helped him up, the large gnash in his shoulder stringing more then ever... Very painfully throbbing still as his right arm recovered for the paralysis, he leaned on her a for a little bit, feeling some comfort in this horrendous situation...


"Those purges fucking suck... You didn't get any into your own blood stream right?"


Then again, Neow thought to himself, shed probably be halfway paralyzed by now if any of the demon blood got into her own...


Two Lord's remained in front of Neow and Angel now. One an Imposter, one the real thing, both of them exactly identical.


"Let's figure out which one's the real peice of shit here..."


Neow smirked a bit as he stopped leaning on Angel and wearily balanced himself.


"Still got a nice silver bolt for whichever one of you is the shape shifter..." Neow lifted up his left sleeve to reveal the complex spring mechanism that covered his left forearm, he aimmed a silver bolt towards the two Lords...


He was focusing his added power from his recent kill into trying to numb the excruciating pain in his arm, his chest lowly glowing... But slowly working...


"Whichever one of you fuckers moves first I'm shooting.


Otherwise..."


Neow turned a quick glance to Angel, still smirking.


"I'm letting her have the first pick."


Neow kept his aim on the two Lords, waiting for Angel's call.


He hoped this would at least create a semi-decent moment in this entire mission. Better to have at least one decent moment rather then an entirely shit mission...


(Can't format colors on mobile D: )

 

[ConverseGhost]

It was hard but she managed to pull him up and let him lean on her shoulder for a bit. "That's what partners do. I think I'm good but you look a little..." she trailed off, not wanting to give the Lords an ammunition.


Angel smiled brightly at his idea, a flare of fondness in her heart. Neow may not be completely mortal but he had a mortal sense of humor. "You know, I really don't know, Neow. Seems like they're both pretty legit," she nodded but had an idea of which was the imposter.


"The right one. He's giving me the stink eye," she laughed softly, eyes dark as she gripped her single sword, the other under some pile of goo or HellHound. Her tail whipped back and forth with anger and she spat blood on the ground, resisting the urge to cough up more blood.


"If it's loud, just lie to me that it isn't and shoot 'em. I can take it," she growled lowly, her bloody ears flicking blood to the ground.


Was this really how it was going to go? Because Angel was starting to like this guy. He could really pick a fight. Although, there was concern for him in her. He seemed to lean on her pretty hard and it didn't seem natural.

 

[Neow46]

"Oh I promise, this one ain-"


Neow was cut off from speaking as the two identical Lords let out a unanimous war cry, immediately charging at both him and Angel axes raised!


Time immediately began to slow down for Neow as his mind and heart pounded, as to him, both Lords flew at them in slow motion... His arm was still aimed at the right one, simply waiting for him to pull the trigger for the bolt...


If he shot one, the other would likely cleave him or Angel in half with those immense, spiked axes...


Fuck fuck FUCK


He paniced within his mind as the Lord's got ever so closer.... Angel would likely be able to take the hit and survive if she doesn't defend herself quickly enough, but the wound would probably put her out of action, and Neow knew he couldn't take another hit from anything unless he took the lord soul and find some way to prevent his own death...


For the love of God, please be as fast as you make yourself out to be Angel....


Neow silently prayed, as the bolt on his arm mount was released with a loud -TWANG- sending the bolt sailing at a insane 300 feet per second, directly into the lord jumping at Neow.


The silver bolt pierced right through the Lord's chest plate, the metal basically acid to the demon's body as it embedded itself deep within it's chest....


However, To Neow's Horror, the one he shot was the final shape-shifter, as it rapidly transformed back into its weak, thin form... And it was too late for him to take action onto the Real Lord, who was now on Angel.


(All yours now!)

 

[ConverseGhost]

"Not good," she mumbled as the second Lord crumbled and she was left to fight the real deal. It raised it's ax and swung down. Angel ducked just barely and the ax was embedded in the ground above her head. She held her sword in her paws, one holding the half with the handle and the other the blade, broken in two.


"Damnit, those were my favorite!" she snarled and flung the blade at him. It clanged on his helmet and turned it so he lost his sight. Angel rolled from her cage as he fixed his helmet. "Neow! Get the ax! I can distract him enough!" she shouted to him, snatching up her bloodied sword out of a Hell Hound.


It yanked at the ax in the ground but Angel stabbed his knee, it turning with a limb to grab her. The Lioness managed to escape his grasp but she was struggling, her ears not exactly her friends.


"Come on you-" it grabbed her tail and she yelped, stabbing it's wrist. It let go with a roar and slammed its fists down, catching her hip and sending her spinning away.


The Lord turned and took a step towards the ax but howled in pain, holding up a hand with stubs were it's fingers were. Angel had ditched her leather jacket, panting with his fingers at her paws. "I hate this job," she groaned as it turned back to her.

 

[Neow46]

Neow immediately Whipped out the pistol he recovered from the shape-shifters earlier, a fresh clip still loaded in it...


He thought twice about firing it off for Angel's sake, but honestly it was either he shoot the bastard and wound him or her ears begin ringing or something. he didn't grimace at Angel taking the bastards fingers off... honestly he's seen worse in videogames...


"Opening Fire!" He yelled out in warning to Angel


In rapid succession Neow Fired off a load of bullets aimed towards the lord's helm, Pinging and ricocheting off the armor as the Lord Covered his face with his arm, letting the bullets hit the armor as the Demon lord Grabbed his axe with his free hand, finally pulling it out of where it was stuck, limping towards Neow slowly as it took cover from the bullets.


The last bullet exited the chamber of the gun, like the other 16, simply only denting the lord's Armor as he stood almost right next to Neow, Fuck! Neow immediately realized as the Lord suddenly backhanded him, sending him sprawling to the ground!


Need to think fast! Wait, why the fuck am i still holding this?!


Quickly, Neow ditched the now useless gun, throwing it directly at the Lord's head, bouncing the empty weapon off the Lord's head with a -CLANG-, disorienting the Lord as Neow Scrambled back up onto his feet, feeling his jaw where the Lord left a nasty bruise as he drew his Knife once again, and his hands beginning to spark red energy, some of the arcs and sparks transferring to his long silver knife.


Holding up his weapon defensively, Neow spat out a small amount of blood as he breathed heavily, waiting for the lord's next move!


The Lord cried another War Cry as he swung his large axe clumsily with one arm in large arcs, preventing Angel from Getting close, Neow's own knife scraping and creating more sparks against the Lord's axe as he barely held against the weight and force of the demon's swings as he charged up his own energy!


"Son of a-" -CLANG-


"Bitch!" -CLING-


"Just-" -PING-


"Fucking-" -PLANG-


"Die!"


Neow shouted as he defended himself from the swings of the Demon lord's axe, finally breaking the onslaught as he found an opening inbetween the lord's clumsy swings, Neow spun around and jammed his silver knife straight into a weak point in the Demon lord's armor underneath the left shoulder, forcing the bastard to scream and let go of his axe, as red energy sparked from Neow's hands much more powerfully then a few seconds ago as he channeled all of what he could into taking this asshole's power for himself...


Neow's chest glowed a bright red as he threw out his arms towards the Demon lord, letting out a almost thunderous shock of Red electricity blast from his hands, sending all of his might outwards to absorb the lord's soul!


The Lord Screamed in agony as He feel to his knees, Weakening by the second as Neow kept up a field of death upon the lord itself, feeling it's power transfer to him!


Just a little more and he'll be-


Suddenly, a pitch black cloud of energy slammed into the side of Neow, completely interrupting and cutting of his spell and train of thought as the grey wolf was forcibly slammed into a wall!


Neow gasped for air painfully as he suddenly found himself sprawled on the floor with the wind knocked out of him from the sudden blast from nowhere....


Through his blurred and pained vision, Neow's eyes darted around to spot the Demon lord only barely alive and moving as it struggled to rip out the silver knife in it's undershoulder.... and Entering the Room, his heart dropped in fright and horror as Another Lord Slowly walked into the Room, this one in what looked like Dark blue robes head to toe, Wielding a long staff with a blackish orb emanating from it's tip....


Fuck Fuck FUCK FUCK!


His mind panicked as he looked around for Angel... Finnaly spotting her nearby... Seeing both of her swords broken...


"A-... A-.. Angel... M-my knife!"


He weakly called out to her, the wind still completely knocked out of his lungs as his entire body in extreme pain, that not even his magic could numb it as he writhed around on the floor....


If she can get my weapon.. I-I could enchant it remotely to give her.. a boost to kill that other bastard!


He Thought for himself as he Attempt to do what he could from where he lay on the ground, waiting to see the Other Lord's actions as well as Angel's....

 

[ConverseGhost]

Angel blinked as he lifted the guns and gave a groan when he began firing. He was too far to make her ears bleed but it sure as hell made her want to duck and cover. It was much easier to just lie down and cower but that wasn't her job.


It was quite...different seeing the once soft spoken Wolf shouting and cursing and throwing guns. Something respectable. But it was frightening that he was able to transfer his power to that very wicked looking knife.


It was hard to duck the ax and she had to keep her distance from the magic. If she got hit with it...she shivered at her memories, vision going the slightest bit blurry.


Her eyes widened as he managed to get the Lord to his knees. Angel knew exactly what he was doing as the Lord flinched from him and he put his paws on him, his eyes growing dark with power. Something she remembered...


"Neow!" she shouted, fearing for him as he went sliding. Another fucking Lord?! She snarled angrily and her fur bristled, her white tee shirt bloody, both red and black. She looked like she was ready to go to a rave with the shit smeared on her face, fur and shirt.


"Is that a mage Lord? I think I might have to actually quit," she whimpered to herself, running for the knife. But as she got to it, it sparked softly, his red power still attached to it. She couldn't, not here and definitely not now. But she snatched it up when the Lord took a step in Neow's direction.


The red sparks turned a bright green and it her the veins in her arm seemed to glow green dimly. Angel groaned and the energy faded from her arm. But her amber eyes began to turn to a soft green as she leapt at the Lord.


Keep it together, Angel. Don't let it get to you. Don't- She purred despite it all as she stabbed into the Lord's jugular. It choked audibly and she put the knife to it's throat. The mage shot at her but she grabbed the other end of the blade and fell, taking it's head with her.

 

[Neow46]

W-what...? Green energy...? That's strange... But now's not the time...


Still writhing in pain as Angel grabbed the knife, Neow watched in awe as Angel dodged the mage Lord's attacks with amazing agility and speed, and quickly plunging the knife right into the Mages throat quick and easy!


He hadn't even had the chance or need to empower her with his own Energy!


Everything grew silent around them now as Neow finnaly got his breath back as he layed on the floor in severe pain, but relieved all immediate threats are now eliminated.... While he wasn't happy about missing out on the second Lord's soul, but hopefully when the first Lords power settles and comes into his own....


He turned his head to look around, seeing the first lord still alive, but more or less turned into a barely intelligent child as it moaned in pain itself... The order will be happy about that and the dead second lord....


"A..Angel..."


He spoke out weakly, trying to focus what he can into numbing the pain surging through his body...


"N-.. Nice job.... But I... I don't think we can keep doing this mission...."


He moaned in pain as he looked at her, trying to sit up against the wall...


"My phones in my pocket.... The lock pattern is like a z.... Call those assholes back at the order.... I hope they'll be happy with a lord with a huge chunk of his soul gone and a second dead one... Tell them to get a fucking ambulance too please... Fuuuuck... This hurts..."


Damn... I must look like a big baby to her hehe...


Neow thought as he tried to think of what else to say... He also very dearly hoped that the third lord they heard about or more shape-shifters didnt appear....


"I'd also like my knife back please..." He attempted to say jokingly as he choked on some blood for a second...


Fuck... It feels like one of my lungs is bruised or something....


(You uhh, did kill the second one right or did I get it mixed up?)

 

[ConverseGhost]

((Nope, the mage was still in action but its easier now to say that they're dead))


Angel panted, the two lying dead now. It was silent and it almost made her want the sounds of violence once more. Because the silence was pierced with a painful moan. She hurried to his side and pressed the knife into his lap, eyes once more amber. But there was something brighter about her slit pupils. Her paws hovered over him, not sure where to place them since her fur was matted with Demon blood.


"Alright but don't get any ideas," she chuckled, trying to keep the joke rolling but her laugh was broken. Her paw dug into his pocket, careful not to jostle or hurt him, and pulled out his phone. She wiped her paw on her pants to rid some of the blood. With that, she unlocked it and dialed O's number. "You were great, soldier. Couldn't've done it without you," she sighed, leaning against the wall with him.


"No, it's Angelus...no we....yes sir, they're gon-" she growled lowly, the voice on the other end interrupting her several times. "Please, sir...Damnit, listen!" she snapped, voice echoing in the empty room. "Neow needs an ambulance stat!" she barked. "Alright, uh," she pulled the phone away and looked him over. "What hurts?" she spoke softer, seeing the blood on his lips and wincing.

 

[Neow46]

"Heh... Take a guess.." Neow said jokingly, shortly being followed by a painful groan.


"This big ass slash acrossed my right shoulder, probably some internal bleeding from both a poison purge and in general physical trauma... Man I hurt like shit EVERYWHERE... Don't forget there's also still a lord top floor and some sort of cultist collaborating with them and who knows what else, probably escaping as we speak but I know I sure as hell cannot fight much more..."


Neow looked a Angel herself, looking into her eyes as he eyed her up and down, absolutely covered in black and red blood...


Her body certainly serves her well... Both looks and athleticly.... Without his magic, Neow would still just more or less be a skinny computer nerd...


"How about you...? They get you anywhere too besides the ear?"


He asks Angel, a slight coughing fit hits him before he takes a deep gasp of air to relieve the fit....

 

[ConverseGhost]

Angel was sure to repeat everything into the phone and nodded at the soft instructions. "Don't move," she gave a shaky smile and put the phone in his lap, the voice still speaking on the other end. Angel leapt over the dead bodies, careful not to slip in the poison and snatched up her leather jacket.


She returned to his side and sat cross legged, turning off the phone. "I don't need him to tell me what to do," she mumbled. She gently peeled the shirt from the wound and tore the fabric into a larger hole. "Sorry about the shirt," she spoke softly, blushing at the exposed skin. A reluctant sigh escaped her but she tore her jacket in half.


"I needed a new one anyways," she shrugged but her voice portrayed she didn't. Careful not to hurt him, she balled up half and pressed it into the wound. Then she tied the other half around his chest and shoulder to keep it in place. "There. I can't do anything about the internal bleeding, though."


Her laugh was strained and weak. "Well, i can't feel most of my tail after that Lord bashed my back real hard. My ears are going to have to go through more reconstructive surgery to get the drums replaced once more and I think this shapeshifter blood is starting to burn," she nodded, acting as if it was nothing.


"Alright, Neow. You have a choice here. We can stay here and risk the paramedics lives with those Lords, or I can carry you up to the roof and get you into a heli'. Your choice, partner," Angel spoke stern, indicating with her head that the second choice would be much preferred, no matter how nice it'd be lie around and wait.