Night Shadow
Don't follow in my footsteps.. I walk into things.
- Joined
- Jan 23, 2019
The usually crammed sidewalks were nearly empty as a lone figure made their way along the shadowed pavement; A ghost in the shadows that was only briefly illuminated by the occasional street lamp and store sign, revealing a sheen of short, soft blue hair and blood red markings that contrasted starkly against pale porcelain skin. Despite his tall frame and slightly muscular build, his steps were light and soundless as he walked..
More like stalked...
His face was impassive, almost bored, but there was a keen alertness in his eyes as he sniffed about subtly; The anticipation building even as he fought against the urge to quicken his pace. Black pupils slashed vertically through iridescent gold irises added a distinctly predatory aspect to the otherwise calm facade and allowed him to see easily even in the dimmest conditions. Pupils that narrowed further as he slipped into a darkened alley, muscles tensing with each step. Using the obstacles in the narrow confines to conceal his approach, he carefully picked his way through the rubbish and debris scattered along the dank corridor towards a lone male that stood up ahead; One shoulder leaning casually against the red brick with his attention fixed straight ahead. No doubt observing the few humans out at this hour. The blue-haired male paused behind a parked van as his target turned to glance absently back over his shoulder before turning forwards again, returning to his task. A breeze blew back through the alley, carrying the distinct scent he had been tracking..
'Dirty little weasel...'
Known for being opportunistic and particularly under-handed and vicious, he didn't dare rush and alert the wretch to his presence. Not if he wanted to make this as clean and quiet as possible. The distinct scent of musk wafted back and he resisted the urge to snarl at the impudence this creature had to disturb his carefully kept peace; His meticulously maintained order. Word had reached him of a series of particularly brutal cases where women had gone missing, only to turn up -
Bile rose in his throat as he remembered the last body that had been recovered. His own men had been attempting to track down the sneak but, true to his nature, the bastard always seemed to slip away before they could corner him. All conventional methods had been pursued to no avail, but this wasn’t a conventional case and he had refused to simply sit idly and wait while someone so openly defied him. He’d given the humans three weeks to resolve the matter before he had decided it was time to take matters into his own hands and made arrangements to visit the morgue. Once he had the scent, he had immediately started his hunt- methodically scouring the city until he picked it up again.
That had been three days ago. It had been a tedious and painstakingly slow process. Unlike some of his past targets, this male wasn't stupid; He’d covered his tracks well and was exceedingly cautious- taking his time to plan and prepare between prey. But he had been just as careful himself; Slowly compiling evidence and ensuring that there was no doubt that this was the right demon. Weasels were well known to have large families and the last thing he wanted was one of them coming after him in some mistaken attempt of revenge.
While distinctly more savage than human laws, even demons had a code they followed and unauthorized killings such as these were simply not tolerated. If someone had a score to settle and wanted it settled permanently, they had to go through the proper channels. He was certain he could handle whoever felt confident enough to even try, but it was still annoying; A waste of time and life. As the Lord of the region, it fell to him to ensure the code was enforced and to punish those who chose to ignore it- thereby putting the rest of the population under his care in danger of discovery. Even so, he tried to be fair and just. Unlike some of his predecessors, he made a point of living by the same rules as those he ruled over. By taking a few days to gather evidence, he had hopefully avoided decades, if not centuries, of headache later.
He paused in the shadows of a recessed doorway, watching and waiting... Though it seemed he wouldn't need to wait very long. Roughly half an hour later, his target made their move. The area was mostly empty when a lone red haired woman happened by, digging through her purse as she passed. His lips curled back in a silent snarl as he watched the creature grab her arm and pull her into the alley; A claw tipped hand going to her throat and cutting off any noise as he pushed her up against the cold brick.
Wasting no time, he made his way up from behind while the other was distracted- anger building at each jeering remark leveled at the terrified woman. Something in her eyes must have tipped the weasel off, but even as the male turned, he palmed the side of their head and slammed it into the brick next to the woman- watching with contempt as they slumped to the ground. She staggered for a moment before catching herself on the building; Coughing and gasping for air even as she struggled to get further away from the unconscious form laying face first on the asphalt. He kept his distance, not wanting to scare her anymore than she already was, and offered hushed reassurances- making sure she hadn't sustained any further injuries before sending her on her way with the promise that he would make sure her attacker would be taken care of.
Once she was out of sight, he dug his cell phone out and lowered himself down to sit on the unconscious body while he quickly made a few calls; The first to make sure one of his men on the force picked her up and handled all of the questioning and another to have one of the special detainment cells prepared until the piece of trash could be transferred after the mock trial. As soon as that publicity farce was out of the way, the piece of filth would be relocated to a more private facility and quietly executed, as their laws demanded. The resulting investigation would last maybe a few days tops before it was buried within the archives as yet another prison murder that would go "unsolved" and soon fade from the minds of the masses who only cared that the killer was caught- allowing them to return to the delusion that they were safe once more. In two to three weeks, everything would blow over and his little corner of the world would be back to normal. Or rather, as normal as could be expected.
With a heavy sigh, he rubbed his temples in irritation. There was likely a pile of paperwork waiting for him after his extended absence, not to mention a few meetings that had been rescheduled. He was mentally planning his itinerary for the next few days when a sharp pain suddenly lanced through his calf. Snarling, he grabbed the male as he stood; Turning and throwing him against the opposite wall. The knife that had been slammed into his flesh dislodged in the process, falling to the ground with a metallic clatter but he ignored it for now along with the pain. Quietly, he leveled a glare at the smug face sneering at him.
"That's what you get for getting in my way, you fucking snake." The brunette taunted, the nasally voice grating on his ears. The other male's glee was short-lived, however. In a burst of speed, he lifted the smaller male off the ground and pinned him to the wall by his throat- an involuntary thrill tingling under his skin as the windpipe under his palm was crushed with the force. Fangs bared, he growled as he brought his face inches from the other, golden eyes boring into terrified black orbs as he watched them struggle for air.
"That would be Lord Seiryuu, to you.." he corrected, trying to ignore the deep sense of satisfaction at the brief moment of horror as recognition lit his face before it all slowly faded away to nothing. The limbs twitched briefly, then finally went still; The blood seeping out of the weasel’s mouth and nose trickling down his arm as the now lifeless body dangled limply from his grasp.
More like stalked...
His face was impassive, almost bored, but there was a keen alertness in his eyes as he sniffed about subtly; The anticipation building even as he fought against the urge to quicken his pace. Black pupils slashed vertically through iridescent gold irises added a distinctly predatory aspect to the otherwise calm facade and allowed him to see easily even in the dimmest conditions. Pupils that narrowed further as he slipped into a darkened alley, muscles tensing with each step. Using the obstacles in the narrow confines to conceal his approach, he carefully picked his way through the rubbish and debris scattered along the dank corridor towards a lone male that stood up ahead; One shoulder leaning casually against the red brick with his attention fixed straight ahead. No doubt observing the few humans out at this hour. The blue-haired male paused behind a parked van as his target turned to glance absently back over his shoulder before turning forwards again, returning to his task. A breeze blew back through the alley, carrying the distinct scent he had been tracking..
'Dirty little weasel...'
Known for being opportunistic and particularly under-handed and vicious, he didn't dare rush and alert the wretch to his presence. Not if he wanted to make this as clean and quiet as possible. The distinct scent of musk wafted back and he resisted the urge to snarl at the impudence this creature had to disturb his carefully kept peace; His meticulously maintained order. Word had reached him of a series of particularly brutal cases where women had gone missing, only to turn up -
Bile rose in his throat as he remembered the last body that had been recovered. His own men had been attempting to track down the sneak but, true to his nature, the bastard always seemed to slip away before they could corner him. All conventional methods had been pursued to no avail, but this wasn’t a conventional case and he had refused to simply sit idly and wait while someone so openly defied him. He’d given the humans three weeks to resolve the matter before he had decided it was time to take matters into his own hands and made arrangements to visit the morgue. Once he had the scent, he had immediately started his hunt- methodically scouring the city until he picked it up again.
That had been three days ago. It had been a tedious and painstakingly slow process. Unlike some of his past targets, this male wasn't stupid; He’d covered his tracks well and was exceedingly cautious- taking his time to plan and prepare between prey. But he had been just as careful himself; Slowly compiling evidence and ensuring that there was no doubt that this was the right demon. Weasels were well known to have large families and the last thing he wanted was one of them coming after him in some mistaken attempt of revenge.
While distinctly more savage than human laws, even demons had a code they followed and unauthorized killings such as these were simply not tolerated. If someone had a score to settle and wanted it settled permanently, they had to go through the proper channels. He was certain he could handle whoever felt confident enough to even try, but it was still annoying; A waste of time and life. As the Lord of the region, it fell to him to ensure the code was enforced and to punish those who chose to ignore it- thereby putting the rest of the population under his care in danger of discovery. Even so, he tried to be fair and just. Unlike some of his predecessors, he made a point of living by the same rules as those he ruled over. By taking a few days to gather evidence, he had hopefully avoided decades, if not centuries, of headache later.
He paused in the shadows of a recessed doorway, watching and waiting... Though it seemed he wouldn't need to wait very long. Roughly half an hour later, his target made their move. The area was mostly empty when a lone red haired woman happened by, digging through her purse as she passed. His lips curled back in a silent snarl as he watched the creature grab her arm and pull her into the alley; A claw tipped hand going to her throat and cutting off any noise as he pushed her up against the cold brick.
Wasting no time, he made his way up from behind while the other was distracted- anger building at each jeering remark leveled at the terrified woman. Something in her eyes must have tipped the weasel off, but even as the male turned, he palmed the side of their head and slammed it into the brick next to the woman- watching with contempt as they slumped to the ground. She staggered for a moment before catching herself on the building; Coughing and gasping for air even as she struggled to get further away from the unconscious form laying face first on the asphalt. He kept his distance, not wanting to scare her anymore than she already was, and offered hushed reassurances- making sure she hadn't sustained any further injuries before sending her on her way with the promise that he would make sure her attacker would be taken care of.
Once she was out of sight, he dug his cell phone out and lowered himself down to sit on the unconscious body while he quickly made a few calls; The first to make sure one of his men on the force picked her up and handled all of the questioning and another to have one of the special detainment cells prepared until the piece of trash could be transferred after the mock trial. As soon as that publicity farce was out of the way, the piece of filth would be relocated to a more private facility and quietly executed, as their laws demanded. The resulting investigation would last maybe a few days tops before it was buried within the archives as yet another prison murder that would go "unsolved" and soon fade from the minds of the masses who only cared that the killer was caught- allowing them to return to the delusion that they were safe once more. In two to three weeks, everything would blow over and his little corner of the world would be back to normal. Or rather, as normal as could be expected.
With a heavy sigh, he rubbed his temples in irritation. There was likely a pile of paperwork waiting for him after his extended absence, not to mention a few meetings that had been rescheduled. He was mentally planning his itinerary for the next few days when a sharp pain suddenly lanced through his calf. Snarling, he grabbed the male as he stood; Turning and throwing him against the opposite wall. The knife that had been slammed into his flesh dislodged in the process, falling to the ground with a metallic clatter but he ignored it for now along with the pain. Quietly, he leveled a glare at the smug face sneering at him.
"That's what you get for getting in my way, you fucking snake." The brunette taunted, the nasally voice grating on his ears. The other male's glee was short-lived, however. In a burst of speed, he lifted the smaller male off the ground and pinned him to the wall by his throat- an involuntary thrill tingling under his skin as the windpipe under his palm was crushed with the force. Fangs bared, he growled as he brought his face inches from the other, golden eyes boring into terrified black orbs as he watched them struggle for air.
"That would be Lord Seiryuu, to you.." he corrected, trying to ignore the deep sense of satisfaction at the brief moment of horror as recognition lit his face before it all slowly faded away to nothing. The limbs twitched briefly, then finally went still; The blood seeping out of the weasel’s mouth and nose trickling down his arm as the now lifeless body dangled limply from his grasp.