The crossroads was rather empty tonight. Not the diner nestled snugly on the corner, but the bargaining itself. Abyzu sat in the middle of it, cross legged and brooding, as person after person passed in and out of the little restaurant's front door. She was itching to make a deal. Business had been slow lately, not that it was ever booming, but less and less simpletons seemed to be interested in having whatever they desire. Maybe it's the price, she pondered, picking dirt out from under her fingernails. Parents were less keen on giving up their child's soul instead of theirs. Of course, part of the contract was that they not speak of the deal, so if rules were being broken.. Then she could collect sooner. A wicked smile spread across Abby's face as she pushed herself to her feet. If they wouldn't come to her, she would go to them.

Ian sat quietly in the hotel room that he had gotten just the other day. Right after deciding that he was going to stick around a bit longer to plan his next move. Chewing on his lip in frustration. With minimal concentration on the task that he had been doing before he had just given up. Leaning back on the chair with his laptop right in front of him on the small dark plastic table that he figured was painted to look like it was made out of wood. Judging by the way that it sounded with the tapping of his bored and annoyed fingers. Letting out a heavy sigh, shaking out his head, sitting forward in his chair to put all four legs back down on the tan carpet. Giving the laptop a silent glare as if it was the one that needed to answer for all the trouble that he was having when he was a hunter.

He had made it in this small town just in time to find out that another, much older, hunter had gotten to the job before he did. To Ian, he had been seeing this all over the place. He would find a job close by, then, right when he got there. Someone else had already done all the work. Patted him on the back while telling him that he didn't have to worry about the bady any longer. That they took care of it. He was starting to get sick of all the more experienced hunters treating him as if he was still just a kid. He might have been young, more spry. He was determined to show that he was his father's son. That he would leave up to the Cosden hunting name. Even if he had to do it all on his own.

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.

How can people live like this, anyways…

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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”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.”

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. It appears humans are still as weak as they were… 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. At least this door isn’t jammed.

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.

Zerena closed the door of her car behind her and headed into a nearby coffee shop, her computer bag hanging on her shoulder. She had just arrived that afternoon and had yet to even find herself a room to stay. She had already been on her way when she heard that the job had been dealt with and decided just to head into town. Might as well get a decent night of sleep and sometime to look for another sighting. A bell twinkled above her head as she walked into the shop, signaling to the employees that someone had walked in. She assumed they didn't get too busy since she was positive that would drive them mad going off every two seconds.

She walked up to the counter, "Just an Americano," She said as she started digging through her bag for spare change.

"Sure thing," The barista said in a chipper tone, "Can I get your name?"

"Melissa," Zerena said without hesitation. She hated giving out her real name to people... Not in her business, who knew who could be listening. She waiting until her drink was made and handed to her in a paper cup with a lid, Melissa scrawled across the side. She walked over to a table and sat down, opening her laptop and started to type. Fremont seemed to be a hotspot for demons... Looked like finding a job near by wasn't going to be hard... Now just to find a place to stay.

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Madeleine stood in front of a vanity, looking at her hair. She pursed her lips before she picked a small tube on lip stick off of the dresser and slowly dragged the ruby red stick over her lips. She rubbed them together before letting out a satisfying popping sound. She returned the lip stick to its place and slowly turned around, "Well, I had a grand time but I really should go," She said in a sultry voice to the two dead bodies in the bed. She had stumbled upon the pair at a bar and followed them. She had watched the man remove his ring before he began to hit on the young blonde at the bar. She grinned, "Thanks for the lipstick, Love... Great colour."

Flicking her hair over her shoulder, she walked from the apartment, grabbing the keys on her way out. She closed the door softly behind her before locking it, the smell of rotting flesh would take sometime to over run the floor before someone went to check up on the dear Jane Doe. Sometimes, the worse pain you would cause a human was letting them stumble upon a dead body. It did things to people, it broke them and a few even snapped, needing to see that look again.

Once outside, she tossed the keys into the gutter and carried on her merry way.

A petite, red-headed waitress dropped her coffee pot with a gasp, the bell above the diner entrance chiming. "What's the matter?" Abyzu asked innocently, stepping inside and shaking the snow out of her hair. "Your eyes.." the tiny thing stammered, pointing with a shaky hand. Like all demons, Abby could hide her true eyes, but she liked to show them off all the time. They were a beautiful ruby red, speckled with black and hooded by her vessel. She flashed a wide, toothy grin around the place as bystanders turned to look. "Aren't they lovely?" she said mordantly, not really expecting an answer. A few nodded plainly out of fear, but most just stared on, eyes wide with either horror or shock. Abby half expected one to get up and chuck holy water in her face, but none did. No hunters tonight, she thought almost sullenly. She needed information, after all. Besides deals, Abby was after something much more valuable. Crowley would reward her greatly for bringing in a prophet.

The lights inside the gas station were dim, and it was eerily empty. There were two employees at the desk, one bumming, and the other hard at work restocking the cigarettes. There was only one customer, and that was a very intimidating looking gentleman, known as Otis Yates. The private investigator was simply filling up two cups of coffee and grabbing a bag of peanuts, passing through.

"Will that be all?" Came the usual question from the cashier.

"Yes, thank you." Was the concise response from Otis.

He paid in cash and completed the transaction quickly, without taking his change. "Take care of yourselves, you hear?" He said, very seriously. The cashier gave a simple nod and the other employee just ignored him.

He exited, walking at a leisurely pace, and heading towards a figure all too familiar to him. It was his old friend, Schaeffer. Once just a simple contact, until he learned the man's true purpose, so long ago, when he first became a hunter.

"It's not a chai latte, or cappuccino, or any other bullshit. Just straight black, 99 cent coffee from the gas station." He held out a cup to Schaeffer. "Glad to have an ally on this shitty case." He welcomed himself to a spot on the bench, next Schaeffer and sipped away at his own cup of coffee. He breathed in the smell and took in the sight of the pretty girls, "Too many times have demons lured me in with women. I guess it is the most effective way." He mused.

After 5-10 minutes of sitting there and staring at his computer like it would just pop up with all the answers to all the questions and problems he was facing he gave out another sigh. Heavier this time. Pushing himself up out of the chair that he was in he grabbed his coat. Putting it on while slipping on his shoes. One thing that Ian could not break himself of was the smoking habit that he had. Which, for him, he thought was way better than the drinking habit that his father was in after his mother had passed away from a demon mishap. Ian's parents had been hunting partners way before they had gotten married and had him, only him. The only child. He might have had a sibling if it wasn't for what had happened all those years ago. It could be the reason that Ian's father was so hard on him about everything and trained him roughly to become a hunter. Now that he was out on his own, he didn't think that he was doing a very good job. Making the thought of him being a disappointment heavy on his mind and the reason that he was lighting up a cigarette when he walked outside into the crisp winter air.

Micheal and Tod had arrived about a week ago in this small town. Micheal was told by Alice that this is were he would find his Ingredient X. This was vital for his research to continue forward. He and Tom bought a house and have been watching the crowds to make sure the city is safe for hunting. This was Tod's idea, Micheal hates to wait around and has been brooding the entire week. While Tom leaves at 9 in the morning and does not come back until 10 at night, doing his "surveillance." When Tod announced that it was safe for them to begin Micheal was thrilled. As they left the house and drove into town Tod voiced his worries.

"We should leave." Tod said while driving.

"Now why would I do that?" Micheal said while playing with a pair of Chinese handcuffs. "I've paid all this money to get us her-Wait don't tell me your scared of all the things that go bump in the night in this little city." He said condescendingly.

"All I'm saying is that if we are gonna stay, we need to be more careful. I don't need a remake of what happen last time." Tod said with a stern look and Micheal blushed hard.

"It was an accident. I thought we were not going to bring it up again." Micheal said as memories flooded at what happened the last time he made a visit to a town. " I promise things should not get that bad again. Now were are we going?" He said with confidence while he still played with his toy.

"We need to eat and I know you are just full of excitement so we will also explore as well." Tod looked at Micheal the entire time he said this then looked back at the road when he finished.

The road in silence and continued their drive into the city. Once they parked Tod pointed to a nearby diner that had good food. Tod got out of the car and wait for Micheal to follow. When he looked back Micheal was holding his hands up that were still stuck in the handcuffs. Tod huffed and walked over and let him out of the back seat. The walked together as snow fell upon them. Micheal could feel all the different energies begin given off from the nearby monster. As the walked a human bumped into Micheal, he snarled at the man and scared him away with fear and a silent apology. Micheal hates humans because they lynched and burned his parents alive for what they were. There is very few that he can tolerate for long, and even then he has an itch to kill them. He sees most as source for research and that's how he uses them, as test subjects. He once held a dinner party and invited the most important humans he could find in the area. He had each of their drinks spiked with a different potion. They all died before the night was over. The news tabloids called it The Dinner Party From Hell. He only did this for fun and a little data to see how different ingredients affect humans.

When they reached the diner Tod had to open the door again and Micheal walked in. Tod could smell the scent of a demon in the establishment. This put him on edge, he knew that there were a few in town but he had not expected to meet one so soon. They took a seat at a booth with a view of the street and awaited a waitress to take their orders. Micheal was still playing with his handcuffs to pass the time, but after they finished their food he would tell Tod it is time to begin their hunt.

Zerena closed her laptop and stuffed it back into her bag. There was a motel not too far from the coffee shop. Grabbing her coffee, she pulled her bag onto her shoulder and headed out. The drive was quick and the motel wasn't hard to find thanks to the large 'VACANCY' sign that was nearly blinding. Parking as close to the main building she could, she hopped out and headed into the office. It was a seedy little place, a place that girl her age would usually be told to keep away from. However, hunting didn't really pay all too well leaving her with enough money for gas and food... A place to sleep beyond the back seat of her car really was a luxury.

Another good thing about these places was they let her pay in cash. She only paid for the night, who knew where she would be by tomorrow and took the key from the man in the booth before she went back out into the night. She made a pit stop at her car, gathering a small duffel bag and her laptop bag, before she headed to her room. There was a guy smoking outside of his room and Zerena quickly looked him over before she passed him, not saying a word. Instead, she walked next door to the door of her own room and tried to get inside as quickly as possible.

Ian stood out in the cold. The smoke from his lungs mingling with the hot breath on the cold air. To anyone walking by, Ian might have looked like he was one of the crazy people as he continued to mutter to himself on how he was starting to get really sick of all the more experienced hunters taking all the glory of the kills. Any normal person would have been happy that someone else was taking care of what was a problem for the humans. Not how Ian was raised. To him, this meant everything. Even if it would be easier if he was hunting with a partner, or even one of the so called 'seasoned' hunters that knew what they were doing. "But.. Would dad approve.." He mumbled in a whisper, his cigarette bouncing against his lips as he talked. Only to be distracted out of his thoughts by a girl walking right in front of him to the room that was right next to him. Of course his eyes followed her without really thinking. Getting lost again as he stared at her like he was some kind of creep.

Mayla didn't know where she was or how her paws had lead her to where she was now. All she knew was that she was cold, shivering, hungry, and lost. Huddled up against a building like it could offer her some kind of warmth and shelter from the snow that was all around her. To protect her from the harshness of the cold blowing wind that whipped past her ears to make her let out another whimper for someone to help her out. The heartbreaking scene played over and over again in her head of hunters mistaking them for werewolves and attacking without full proof that there was a reason to attack them at all. Mayla didn't know if her family had made it out as she was told to run as fast and as far as she could while her mother lead them away. Frightened, she took off as fast as possible in the form that would allow her the most ground covered. Even if it landed her in this bad situation.

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"You know what, I'll go all in this time."

It was a normal day at the casino, there was a mild amount of people about, the alcohol was flowing and the women were milling around. And the hand was almost always in his favor. At least, it was a normal day for Atlas.

Playing poker was one of his favorite things to do, he had one hell of a poker face, and could almost always tell when people were bluffing. It almost wasn't fair. But what really wasn't fair is when you went all in and the only other person who still had money went all in too. And he seemed to have a better hand. But, Atlas never lost a game of poker. Ever.

Taking another shot of scotch, downing it, he flipped over his cards to show the table. A 2 and a 7, matching with nothing. His opponent had a pair of queens. But, it seemed like nobody could remember that. What they did remember, however, what that he had a 3 of a kind of kings. And so Atlas won the pot, and collected his money that he earned for himself. It's not like he really needed it, it was just nice to gamble and get a set of winnings. However, the house didn't like this. They always assumed he was cheating and fixed the cards somehow, payed off the dealer. But Atlas would never do that.

After cashing out his earnings, it seemed as if Atlas disappeared into thin air. Nobody could find him, it's like he vanished. Or he had turned invisible and walked out. What was the nice part was he could use a combination of shape shifting and biokinesis to make him look different every time he came. His normal appearance, Atlas Cage, was never seen at the bar or casino. He had to keep an image after all. Humans took morales worse than Angels sometimes, it was a little frightening what public media did to people.

Looking up, a strange flash of light, fairly close to Atlas, appeared in the sky. "Oh don't tell me they sent another angel asshole here to show me the error of my ways... It never gets anybody far." he mutters to himself, shoving his hands in his jean pockets and heading to where the source came from. Atlas figured sooner or later he would have to meet him, and it'd be preferable when no paparazzi or anything was stalking Atlas.

After a bit of scanning, he found a lone man walking down the sidewalk, seeming to look around in sort of wondering amusement, like he had never seen a sidewalk before. He could obviously tell it was an angel but... Never had he met one that appeared this stupid. "Hey buddy, you lost?" Atlas asked, going up to his right side and walking along with him.

Schaeffer gave a friendly nod to Yates. It had been a little while, and he wasn’t surprised as to the lure to this particular hotspot. There weren’t many hunters that quite matched him; it seemed that there was a rising population of pretty boy hunters.

Nonetheless, precautions had to be taken - there were quite a few monsters that would love nothing more than to take the form of an associate he had been seen with a few times.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said in his usual form of greeting while passing a small silver blade and a spare vial of water from his coat pocket over to him. He had three more vials; he would have to get more as his apartment was all out.

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”Hey buddy, you lost?”

Kaephypton turned slightly to look at the figure behind him, walking on the narrower path.

“Lost? No… no… my path is clear.” he gestured to the empty road, although he had to admit he wasn’t sure what he would do at the end of it. He continued walking in long strides, thinking that the man behind him was far from human… but far from demon either. Angel? Could be.

As he walked down an intersection, he heard a speeding car coming his direction. He turned and looked at the monstrous thing with two large yellow eyes and a row of grill teeth, fully activated. He drew his long angel blade and yelled, “Face me, foul demon!” as it came speeding at him, swerving a bit with the drunk driver barely realizing there was anyone in froont of him.

When Paimon first felt the tug of a summoning, he already guessed what was about to come: another amateur warlock and/or witch, attempting to wheedle him into a contract. The more experienced ones have already learnt that he’d much rather pulverise their spines than agree to a deal. So Paimon gave in to the pull, knowing he couldn’t deny it even if he wanted to, and he was in the mood for blood.

So when he landed, he, admittedly, had been expecting the devil’s trap waiting for him. He hadn’t, though, been expecting a bucketful of holy water to the face. A searing pain instantly bloomed throughout Paimon’s skin and flesh as the holy water soaked through his clothes, but he only let out a muted hiss. He was, after all, no stranger to this process. People would summon him, entrap him in a circle of runes, splash holy water on him, or maybe if it's a fun night, carve Enochian sigils into every inch of his flesh in an attempt to torture him into submission. Unfortunately for them, however, it almost never worked. Paimon had been walking the earth since god knows when, so really, it was a piss-poor idea to fuck with him. Not that it got them down, though -- they just kept on trying. Paimon wasn't sure why, but whatever floats their boat, right?

Shaking off the remainder of the holy water, Paimon looked down at himself, the burns were already starting to heal. He snapped his head back up to look at the warlock that summoned him right in the eyes, Paimon’s own flashing from pale blue to a bottomless pool of black. The warlock flinched, although the demon could tell he was trying to hide it. The least he could do was give him an ‘A’ for effort. "So, what can I do you for, O' Great and Powerful wizard?" Paimon drawled mockingly, his entire frame assuming that characteristic, sardonic tilt.

Not that Paimon’s current form was all that intimidating. In fact, it was quite the opposite. ‘Isaiah Corcoran’ was short and cute, with a toothy grin and the kind of boyish charm that livened up the clothes he bought for him with stolen money. Paimon made his name up, because he doesn’t care what his real name was, and neither does he.

It had been two years ago when Paimon found him in a hospital, catatonic and comatose. They have an agreement of sorts, the demon uses his empty body, and in return, he does not waste away in a hospital bed. ...Not that he’d signed any official papers, it’s been years and the demon has yet to find any traces of thoughts in that pretty skull of his. The boy was gone, so Paimon sincerely doubted that he’d mind if he helped himself to his leftovers.

“Please tell me you’re gonna sacrifice a chicken. I’ve always found that part so quaint.” Paimon’s voice lilted with amusement, and a sharp bark of laughter escaped from him when the warlock only scowled and turned away to prepare another batch of holy water.

Inky, black eyes scanned the devil’s trap for any runes that were missing or out of place, before finally, he spotted something. A blank piece of flooring where an intricate symbol should’ve been. Paimon could barely contain himself, at that. Had humans always been this incompetent? It took every last ounce of willpower he had to not dart over and snap the warlock’s neck. No, he had to make this last, to make an example out of him. Sure, he had better things to do, but Paimon had never been one to turn down such a rare opportunity.

Whilst the warlock’s back was turned, he stepped out of the faulty trap, apparated behind him, and waited for his victim to turn back around. A look of pure horror (which Paimon found absolutely delightful) crossed the warlock’s face when as he realised what had transpired. Perhaps a hint of regret, as well? Regret at having gotten out of bed this morning, regret at having attempted to control a demon that was thousands of years old - etcetera, etcetera. It was all the same to Paimon, really, but that split second where the guy looked like he’d just pissed himself? Priceless. And as Paimon’s would-be victim would soon realise…

He was well and truly fucked.

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By the time Paimon was finished, the warlock was hardly recognisable. Strips of skin hung from his torso and face, the exposed flesh already festering with the beginnings of gangrene. The concrete floor was stained brick red with blood, peppered with shards of bone, and a few yards away, were a set of clumsily amputated hands and feet. The demon didn’t have enough time to do a proper job with the skinning, but he supposed it would suffice. Most humans were squeamish enough that the mere sight of bloody, dribbling organs would cause an upchuck of their lunch, and possibly even a lifetime’s worth of nightmares.

Just as Paimon was about to leave, however, his cellphone rang. A useful invention, if he did say so himself. Now, he longer had to go through all the trouble of slitting a person’s throat, draining their blood into a chalice, just to contact his demonic brethren.

Sliding a finger across the screen, Paimon then held the phone up to his ear. ...Well, his meatsuit’s ear, if you want to get all technical about it, but that was besides the point.

“Hello?”

Paimon very quickly realised just who he was speaking to. After all, that nickname wasn’t something he heard very often. Not many individuals felt comfortable enough to assign him such a ridiculous, childish moniker.

“But Taco Bell’s fucking amazing. Have you seen the shit they come up with? The Cheesarito? Double-grilled quesadillas? Oh, and get this - Waffle. Tacos. Tell me that doesn’t sound incredible.” Paimon’s earnest was genuine, and he was sure no one would bother them there. Shitty fast-food chains were always filled to the brim with society’s worst, anyway. What difference would a demon or two make? “Come on, Dom. Don’t be an asshole, I think better with a full stomach.”

With the ding of the door's bell, Abyzu grinned to herself. She motioned for the red-headed waitress to approach her, which she did rather reluctantly, and ordered, "Bring the two men who just walked in milkshakes. On the house." The young woman nodded fervently and scurried off, glancing over her shoulder nervously. Abby leaned to the man next to her and snorted at the paper he was reading. It was a surprise she hadn't run into any hunters yet, especially with all the activity going on. Then again, not all hunters were human. The thought made her smirk evilly.

"Ahhhh, fuck. Forgot my manners." Otis set the cup of coffee down and took the blade and water from his hand. He took the silver blade and cut the back of his wrist. A small amount of blood began to pour from his wrist, and there was no unnatural sign of pain. He took the vial and poured it on the wound, it causing no unnatural effect, and simply washing away the blood.

"Now your turn." He cleaned the blade up with a small cloth he had withdrawn from his pocket, and passed it to his friend. Then he withdrew a vial of holy water of his own and handed that to him. "I do still have an antipossession tattoo you know. I hope you've invested in one."

He withdrew a mirror from his pocket and took a quick look at the reflection of himself and then his friend. "That should take care of the introductions. Everything seems to be in order." The older hunters took more lessons from the generation that came before them. This recent generation was viewed much lesser than the other generations. Too many pricks who thought too highly of themselves and wouldn't except help from other hunters, thinking they had to be loners, at least that was Otis Yates Opinion. The older ones had such a wide ring of connections, and they relied as heavily on it as they did their weapons, so they felt stronger. You would have a tough time finding any loners among the older hunters.

"Talked to any of your connections down here?"

Path is clear? What a nut case...

He was trying to wrap his head around what this delusional angel man was talking about as Atlas watched him walk into the middle of an intersection. Did he not know how intersections worked? As he started walking towards him, he saw a car coming by, as if he didn't even see the man. But what was worse is that the angel decided to pull out an angel blade and screaming at the car is if it was a demon, ready to strike it down.

"You seriously are one dumb son of a bitch..."

Just as the car was about to hit him, Atlas disappeared in a blur of speed and so did the angel moments later, and the car passed by like normal. Atlas ended up on the sidewalk, the angel over his shoulder as he set him down on his feet. There were some perks to having supernatural speed. "Those are demons, those are called cars, humans use them as transportation. If you got out of the god damn road, where the cars are, you wouldn't be in danger of getting hit by one!" Atlas sighed, reaching into his pocket and lighting a cigarette.

Where did they get these guys?

While Tod and Micheal waited for a waitress to take their orders, red head approached the table with two milkshakes.

"Th-these are one the house." The young girl said nervously.

"Who are they from." Tod asked with narrow eyes.

"The woman over there." She pointed at the woman at the counter.

Tod immediately noticed the red eyed woman at the counter was a demon. He was going o tell the waitress to take them back with respects, but looked over at Micheal and he already had half the thing down. Tod stared at him with worry.

"Why would you drink that. You don't know what the demon did to it." Tod whisper-yelled at Micheal.

"Oh please if she wanted to kill me or you she would have tried by now." Micheal said. "You gonna drink yours, I like chocolate better" He said while pointing his pinky finger at the glass.,"And you, I need food. Bring me two cheese burgers and another milkshake. For my friend well, he will probably eat you." Micheal said the last few words while wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, and the girl blushed while not understand the underline meaning to his words.

"Tell her I said thank you" Tod said to the waitress "And I'll take a coffee, black.

The waitress nodded and left with their orders, and Tod looked at the woman. He was already on edge and didn't need any problems on their first outing.

Micheal had already drank the second milkshake and followed Tod's gaze. He saw the woman and she was definitely a demon. Micheal hated Tod's caution so he got up and went to were she was sitting and looked at her beautiful red eyes.

"Hello, I just wanted to thank you for the drinks, and would like you to eat with me and my companion." He said to her with a grin. "I would shake but as you can see I'm cuffed at the moment."

@DashingHeights

Kaephypton frowned after he was put down and heard that humans used these “cars” as transportation. They travel in demons?...

“What a strange earth Talthael has sent me to…” he muttered. The figure before him was probably someone of his boss’s level or higher; something to mention when he made his report.

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Redmond whistled a tune that he had picked up while stalking a human some time back as he went down the road, seeing life about in every direction. It smelled… quite good. Lots of humans. Lots of lures to be had… chaos to create…

He came across one particular door, and, on a whim, went inside.

(aka, the Diner)

Abby tittered, which was odd coming from a red-eyed demon. "Manners," she praised, "I like you. I would love to join you and your friend." She stood and motioned for Michael to lead the way, even though she already knew where they were sitting. She took quick not of the inhuman who just walked through the door, but didn't pay him much attention. Yet. She was sure she'd get to him when the time came.