Erik Shaeffer sighed and muttered as he sat on a bench at an intersection. He ran his fingers through his hair as he thought about the circumstances bringing him here, in the middle of winter, in the first place.

The town alone was a hotspot for activity, and a few contacts of his had mentioned some possible rare artifacts in the town. Yet, he hadn’t seen any such artifacts, and suspicious activity was around, yet so did it appear other hunters. He didn’t have much of an idea as to what he should do.

He considered going out hunting. He wasn’t nearly as young as he used to be, he knew, but it still annoyed him that he couldn’t sprint like he used to. He tried a few pushups that morning and was disgusted with his performance. He felt like an old fart, and he hated it.

With that in mind, he gave a sigh and leaned back on the bench, looking at a cute pair of girls walking across the street, looking completely innocent and happy. There might have been a time when he would have gone over to flirt with them. That was before he met a particular skinwalker… he shuddered at the memory. It was too horrific to recall, and he quickly shoved it out of his mind.

[i]How can people live like this, anyways…[/i]

The fact that so many people could worry about little things, like how their hair was for the day, when people died horribly to a nigh infinite amount of monsters of every sort.

He lazily watched the bustling traffic, and continued thinking in circles like he had been doing for several years.

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[quote]”Your host is ready. He’s a good one, quite willing to let you in, and he’s in a nice spot on the countryside. I gave him ‘the talk’ for you.

“Thank you. The tablets I know I am looking for, but anything else?

“Oh, you know… any demons around, fair game, monsters pissing you off, they are fair game too. Castiel fucked so much up I wouldn’t be surprised if you could pick out a monster in a random crowd of twenty people these days.”

“By the way, humanity has changed a bit since last time you visited. I know you had a good impression from their knights… but… they aren’t quite as… common anymore. Nonetheless, you’ll be fine. And just one more thing...“

If you meet someone outside our jurisdiction; then send them to me.”
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A flash of light, visible on the south side of Fremont but ever more noticeable to those supernatural or trained to know those sort of things, briefly filled the sky. It seemed to originate from a small house on the south side. Although nobody was looking at the time, there was in fact a very bright light coming out of each window of the house; an ever so brief flash of his true form. Kaephypton rose from the floor, slight steam sizzling out from his mouth as he automatically adjusted to his new body. The eyes started off blurry, almost impossible to see through, before they sharpened into something he was more accustomed using. Turning slightly, he saw a fresh corpse of a human woman… with no eyes and who had just slid down the wall. [i]It appears humans are still as weak as they were…[/i] The force of his true form coming to earth had smacked her clear into the wall and the sight had rendered her unable to see. The impact had snapped her neck.

Ignoring the corpse besides him, he walked up to the unfamiliar door. The handle had… changed. He pushed it forward, but nothing happened. He tried pulling it. Nothing either.

“So… it’s stuck.“

He pushed harder, forcing the door to open outwards and taking a small part of the frame out with it. When he let go of the handle, the door fell down the steps with a less-than-subtle crash. It was a wonder that nobody had looked and saw him yet; then again, most people were at work. He awkwardly positioned the door by the front yard fence, and pushed through it with ease. [i]At least this door isn’t jammed.[/i]

he began to walk down the sidewalk, before deciding it would be better off it he chose a more open avenue and started walking down the quiet road. He saw various big hunks of material on each side that he didn’t know what to make of.

“What a strange place this is now…”

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Redmond was behind a bar, looking at the delicious body that was standing in front of him.

He had to eat somehow, and these prostitutes had made wonderful meals. They came out looking for something different, apparently, from the way one of them had almost screamed before he quickly ate her head off. This would make his fifth kill this week.

“Well?” she asked him impatiently.

“Oh, yes… of course. Forgive me.” he walked up to her. “Close your eyes, dear.”

As she closed her eyes, his head transformed into its true form, swiftly consuming her in a matter of 20 seconds. She never knew what hit her.

As he walked out of the ally, he noticed a small stain on his shirt and frowned. “A mess? I never make a mess…” he tried wiping it off, to no avail. He ignored it from then on.