The sound of wheels reverberated through the veiled alleyways. The night had covered everything in a thick shroud of darkness which could only be penetrated by strong artificial lights. Everyone had noticed just how dark it was getting around this area, some people had begun to whisper about the presence of a ghost, about how this could be Satan’s new playground, about how this small town in America had been chosen. It had. It had been chosen to be the new residence of a demon Prince by the name of Kennith. He rode through the back alleys with confidence, his eyes able to see through the night. The smell of his next victim on his tongue. He needed more energy. The prince was clad in a white short sleeved tee-shirt (despite the nights chill) with ‘SMILE: JESUS LOVES YOU’ written in bold black font on the front. His skateboard was in fact another demon, but no one cared enough about it to notice. He turned another corner, his jaw-length black hair attempting to block his vision as his target finally came into view.
It was the side of an exotic dancers club, and there was a large man outside. Sweating from the heat of the stage, lipstick smeared onto his shirt collar. God he was so fat. Kenny increased his speed and at the last moment flip-kicked off of his skateboard and grabbed it in his hands: the man didn’t realise he was under attack until the board had actually been smashed onto his head. A wheel collided with nose, breaking it straight away. Through the splurts of blood the poor man managed to scream, but it was too late. Kenny had entered his killing mode, keen the gain the energy from a kill. It wasn’t long before the man was dead, his body twitching and Kenny’s eyes were pure black with satisfaction. The whites of his eyes were as corrupt and dark as the sky, droplets of blood threatened to stain his pale skin. But he didn’t care, he felt the life-force of the man fill him and at once knew he had enough energy.
There was a moment of silence as the demon spread his arms out, fingers spread and palms facing the floor. His eyes were shut and a faint smile had dared to brace his lips. Deep breaths. He was a demon who had recently been given the weakest form of banishment available, it was aggravating but nothing he could get passed. He was still a demon, he still had all his powers, and he just needed to collect another holy being before he could return back to his throne. Definitely a pain in the ass, but he got over it. Deep Breaths. This required a lot of energy: finding a holy being to start hunting down. The prince aimed to try and find the holiest currently on earth, i.e. not a fallen angel. A real angel or Valkyrie. Someone who had been assigned to a human being for guarding. Deep breaths.
There.
His eyes flashed open; his eyes still that demonic full black. He once again threw his skateboard onto the ground and began to skate in the direction of the creature, his once white tee-shirt stained with the crimson life of his previous victim. He was glad for the additional energy it had given him; there was a chance he would be able to get this over and done with within one night.
When he got to the area where he sensed the presence he immediately stopped, his chest raising and falling as he panted. The ride had been hasty; he wanted the over and done with. Annoyed with his fringe he used a hand to sweep it out of the way, accidentally slicking it with blood. “Where are you creature of God...” He hissed, his eyes on the lookout, weary in case it was a warrior he had sensed out.
It was the side of an exotic dancers club, and there was a large man outside. Sweating from the heat of the stage, lipstick smeared onto his shirt collar. God he was so fat. Kenny increased his speed and at the last moment flip-kicked off of his skateboard and grabbed it in his hands: the man didn’t realise he was under attack until the board had actually been smashed onto his head. A wheel collided with nose, breaking it straight away. Through the splurts of blood the poor man managed to scream, but it was too late. Kenny had entered his killing mode, keen the gain the energy from a kill. It wasn’t long before the man was dead, his body twitching and Kenny’s eyes were pure black with satisfaction. The whites of his eyes were as corrupt and dark as the sky, droplets of blood threatened to stain his pale skin. But he didn’t care, he felt the life-force of the man fill him and at once knew he had enough energy.
There was a moment of silence as the demon spread his arms out, fingers spread and palms facing the floor. His eyes were shut and a faint smile had dared to brace his lips. Deep breaths. He was a demon who had recently been given the weakest form of banishment available, it was aggravating but nothing he could get passed. He was still a demon, he still had all his powers, and he just needed to collect another holy being before he could return back to his throne. Definitely a pain in the ass, but he got over it. Deep Breaths. This required a lot of energy: finding a holy being to start hunting down. The prince aimed to try and find the holiest currently on earth, i.e. not a fallen angel. A real angel or Valkyrie. Someone who had been assigned to a human being for guarding. Deep breaths.
There.
His eyes flashed open; his eyes still that demonic full black. He once again threw his skateboard onto the ground and began to skate in the direction of the creature, his once white tee-shirt stained with the crimson life of his previous victim. He was glad for the additional energy it had given him; there was a chance he would be able to get this over and done with within one night.
When he got to the area where he sensed the presence he immediately stopped, his chest raising and falling as he panted. The ride had been hasty; he wanted the over and done with. Annoyed with his fringe he used a hand to sweep it out of the way, accidentally slicking it with blood. “Where are you creature of God...” He hissed, his eyes on the lookout, weary in case it was a warrior he had sensed out.