Demons are always about (Hawkril x Nixie)

[Hawkril]

Demon's were one thing, but this one wasn't going to be caught by the likes of anyone, already having avoided a few hunters, he wanted to keep it that way, running down the dark alleyway of a deserted street in a rather small town. Not many buildings and seemed like a small enough community to keep his identity a low profile to fit in, and really didn't have many destructive powers. Wanting to just live on his own territory, but he had never harmed a human soul even as his red eyes glanced around in the dark for any openings to claw himself a good hide-out. Inhabiting a human body at the moment was the best situation for him, and was relieved to feel human again. Licking thin lips and looking back and forth while slipping inside an abandoned building felt the dust slip onto him causing him to sniffle a little before a sneeze erupted from the high-cheekbone, slim, muscular figure. Standing at a height of 6'2" it wasn't really hard to miss him.

The only thing about night it was harder to find him, and he used it to his advantage wearing a black shirt with black pants, as well as a black cloak to cover his whole body. Short dark-brown hair adorned his head and his length, well now that it had been demonized was quite large, as well as a little bulbous on the end. Not to mention his lack of charm wasn't unacknowledged at all, as he kept on going without having to stop from town to town just to avoid hunters. Now here was a place he could actually make a stand, as his slim, muscular figure heaved up and down and he continued to lick his lips. "At least I can relax for once," he muttered gently closing his eyes and letting the human body he inhabited rest a bit, for they both were still alive, and well. Letting the human have control of his body to converse with the demon, unlike the others that usually killed their victims upon contact by letting the bodies get damaged.

Derek was careful not to let his ego get minced by a lowly male human, considering he should have been far more advanced to think for himself. Before long, his eyes closed and the human body drifted off into a deep sleep, while the demon's presence of mind stayed wide awake to alert the human to any mischief coming their way.

 

[Nixie]

Krysta did not hunt demons because they killed her parents. Her parents were both alive and well. She did not hunt demons because she had some rough demon boyfriend who beat her up. She had never had a demon boyfriend and never intended to have one. She didnâ??t hunt them because of some deepset prejudice and hate she had for them. She was perfectly aware that some of them were as civilised as humansâ?¦probably more civilised in some cases. No, she hunted the beasts because it was a living and it was a far sight better than sitting in an office answering phone calls, and she loved the challenge and the satisfaction her job gave her. The pay wasnâ??t too bad as well.

She was a tall, curvy woman with an exotic look to her. Her skin was tanned dark naturally and her hair was black. It fell to her waist in tousled tendrils, often messy and ruffled simply because she did not have time to deal with it. Occasionally she would wear it off her face and although this would be the more practical thing for her to do, she disliked the way it made her features look incredibly sharp. Just because she fought like a man and often dressed like one, didnâ??t mean she was adverse to having some femininity- after all it was a particularly gruesome job though that was partially why she liked it. Often, she could be seen clothed in a black one-piece suit of thick leather that acted like a second skin to her whilst protecting her somewhat. This was what she wore tonight as she walked down the dark street, eating and orange of all things whilst looking leisurely up at the stars with bright green eyes. It was a good night to be out hunting. The crisp air played and tangled in her dark waves as she walked along, the flat soles of her boots making no sound at all. She wasnâ??t one for high heels- she was too tall anyway and those things were dangerous. One gutter, curb, rock, anything and whoops, broken ankle. Which in her profession, could quickly be followed by painful death. Not something on her agenda.

She was in this small village, hunting an elusive bugger that plagued her reputation. So far, he seemed like the more gentle sort of demon, well some were- until provoked. And provoking was exactly what she had planned. Popping the last segment on the orange in her mouth, she smiled to herself as the sweet juices burst under her tongue, and turned the next corner into an alley. She tossed the orange skin to the floor, shrugging. It would bio-degrade. Krysta continues walking along, the sister handguns strapped to her thighs moving with her legs as she walked. After a moment, she paused at the sound of light snoring. Her eyes followed the noise to the door. She approached it and tilted her head, running her hands through her dark hair and ruffling it slightly. She bent down to examine the lock. It had been forced, but that had rusted over so it was most likely abandonedâ?¦maybe it was squatters. Krysta listened again. No, there was only one person in there. Overcome by curiosity, Krysta pushed the creaky door open, allowing moonlight to flood in around her shapely form, casting an imitation of it on the dusty floorboards. Her eyes found the figure of a sleeping man. â??Hmm.

 

[Hawkril]

Humans were always so gullible even when they were starting to keep him in a good mood, but now that the demon had found an inhabitable body, he really didn't want to leave it. Of course neither did the male occupant of the body still inside, which is why Derek had even chosen the body giving the human his name as well. Then again, both their names were basically similar, and ended up just using that one name before starting to traverse the world only to be chased by hunters. This was not what Derek had signed up for as he stirred a bit within the deep shadows of the room, and of course it was rather hard to see that there was actually something there. Soon the demon willed the body awake while it was asleep and red eyes glowed lightly in the dark before they disappeared letting blue eyes take their place. "Who's there?" Derek asked in a rather calm demeanor as the demon's aura would just suddenly vanish into thin air, being hidden by human flesh.

Any hunter knew how powerful a demon was by how well they hid, and Izarus was the name of the demon holding up inside Derek actually. So even though their names were completely different, he had used a convenient lie to cover his tracks just so well lately. A trap was laid before the petite woman walking towards him, and if she actually stepped on a certain piece of rubble, like the little statue head she was walking towards. A trip-wire would be set off and some rope would instantly wrap around her mainly to prevent her from moving for too long so Izarus could use his shadow-binding powers to keep her in place. "Ah, why are you here? " he asked softly crossing his arms at her, but at the moment looked like he wasn't even on the verge of harming her. Having been ushered so many threats by other hunters, this demon was really hard to agitate, depending what trickery she had up her sleeves planned for him, Derek thought.

 

[Nixie]

That obscure flash of red in the dark shadows that Krysta caught out of the corner of her sharp eyes was all the confirmation she needed. She seemed to have been very lucky and struck gold. She hadnâ??t even started hunting yet and she had found the demon much earlier in the night than she had expected but she wasnâ??t going to complain. It was a turnout for the books. She tilted her head as the shifting shadows slowly emerged to reveal the body of a young man. A young man whose body had been invaded and was being inhabited by a demon. It was a common ploy most demonâ??s used to disguise themselves with but Krysta had to admit that she still found the thought of it slightly sickening; something alien probing at your mind and doing God knows what else, taking away your free will just didnâ??t sound like much fun to her.

Krysta took a step into the room, her eyes sneakily flickering here and there, searching for everything and nothing. She noted some taught rope in the far corner of the room and suspected that a physical trap had been lain although she couldnâ??t follow it to itâ??s origins or where it would be set off from so she continued with caution. She didnâ??t walk far before she brushed a hand through her hair and then put it on her lips, look casually at the boy/demon before her.

â??Why am I here? I might ask you the same question.â? she said innocently, eyeing the place around her pointedly. â??Actually, maybe you can help me. Iâ??m looking for a friend of mine.â?

 

[Hawkril]

Even as they were speaking it was harder to tell if the demon's influence was starting to pressure the room, but there would be no sign of it within Derek anymore. Izarus could have chosen many other likely candidates to possess, but this human was the more willing of any of them having tried to actually summon a demon to him. "So who's this friend you're looking for?" he asked softly moving further back into the shadow's, this demon's domain anyways, many others had different tactics. Some demon's had the element of fire at their hands or ice, while Izarus mocked those demons with his mastery of shadows and right now he even laid another trap right before her eyes. The human's blue eyes instantly glowing a brighter blue as he maintained control of his body, while then looking over her form, "So another hunter has made her way here to find my friend huh?" he asked softly while soon cowering a bit. "Why don't you just leave him alone? I've seen what he does, and the only thing he ever does is run, or just hide in the shadows helping people or so he wants me to believe. Now I have -seen- his kind acts, and yet you continue to chase after him, why?" he asked once more.

There were many possible outcomes, and almost every one of them led to Izarus escaping, be it by just letting the human have his body back against his will or not. That would make his length deteriorate a few inches, but it wasn't a big loss seeing as how he had been packing quite the monstrous cock anyways. Derek soon licked his lips and then seemed more confident as he stood up, raising an eyebrow while waiting for her answer. Depending on the answer, he wouldn't have to set off the other trap above her head, but there was no way she'd notice it, Izarus was the one who had bound it with shadows to keep the ceiling hidden. So upon command it would just let the ceiling crack open to let debris fall on this innocent beautiful woman.