Death Comes a Knocking

"Now, what do you have here?" Quintin asked, regarding the scene before him with annoyance. He had spent the last few days looking for this....this...thing. From the carnage that it had left in its wake, Quin had expected something more than this third rate demon that now stood before him. It wasn't even worth his time or talents. He was half tempted to just walk away, and allow the creature to have its way with its newest victim. It wasn't like the death of this human would be any real lose. In fact, the people of the city might throw a party.

The man that the demon had pinned against the wall was a well-known gang banger named Orlando Garcia. He probably had twice as many body counts as the demon who now had him pinned against the wall. He was a big man, every inch of him pure muscle. He was used to using his sheer size as a form of intimidation, but much to his irritation the demon haven't seemed to have gotten the memo, at least Quin imagined that there was a hint of anger within those terror filled dark brown eyes. They were the same eyes that were usually filled with sadistic amusement whenever he caused someone pain.

The hunter turned his eyes away from the male to decide if he was going to play hero for Orlando or not as he regarded the area. This was the scum of the city--a decrypted piece of land that reflected the corruption of the people living within it. The government had given up on it. They only sent police force into the area only keep the corruption from leaking out into the rest of the city. Still, it was a place that families call their home. It was a place where parents raised their children and hope they came make something more of  themselves. It was all in vain. This place had a way of corrupting those who call it home for any extended amount of time.

Sighing, He turned his eyes back towards the demon and his prey. He would play hero if only because Kalia wouldn't like him letting the demon to go to harm some innocent bystander. If that meant playing hero to some undeserving worm then he would do that.

Markiel, as the demon, was called was clearly having fun toying with his victim. He leaned foreword and licked Orlando face. Every time the demon did this, the gang banger let out a loud scream and wiggle in an attempt to escape the demon's iron grasp. The demon was the very image of his class--ugly. He stood at seven foot, and every inch of him was skin and bone. His skin, which was an ash gray color, had been stretched over his body had a clear leathery texture. Markiel's hair were thin, wiry pieces of strings that were a shade or two darker than its skin. The demon's looks, however, was nothing compared to its smell. The scent of Markiel could only be described as a mixture of rotten eggs and dog shit. 

It appeared that both the demon and human had decided that the sound of the hunter's voice was nothing more than an illusion. Quintin coughed loudly in hope that he would gather at least one of their attention. It is unclear if it was more coincidence or the effect of his cough, but Orlando eye's drifted towards him as soon as the cough escaped Quin's throat. Those eyes that been filled with terror just moments before were now dancing with revenge as he was clearly thinking of all the things he was going to do to him once he escaped the demon. He didn't like anyone seeing him as the lamb instead of the wolf. Quintin only rolled his shoulder at this unspoken threat, allowing a smirk to play across his lips. This only served to enrage the gang banger more. 

The demon finally turned its attention away from its victim in order to look at the thing that had taken the scream from Orlando's throat. The creature regarded Quintin for a few moments before it spoke. Its voice was strangely beautiful in comparison to the rest of it. "If you wait your turn. I will play with you." It clearly didn't see Quintin as a threat. The demon wasn't the only being that came up with this decision based solely on his looks. He didn't have the same imposing physical quality that someone like Orlando Garcia had. He stood at six feet exactly with a head full of thick dark brown locks that some claimed was black. The thing that seemed to stand out the most were his golden eyes that were staring back at the demon this very moment.

"I rather not." Quintin yawned, reaching his hand up to his mouth to add to the effect. "I highly doubt you are capable of keeping me entertained."

"Who the hell do you think you are?" The demon growled, tightening his grip around Orlando's throat. The human had made the mistake in thinking that the demon was distracted enough by Quintin in order to take an opportunity at escaping. This human didn't know that as long as Markiel had a hold of him that it was aware of its victim.

Orlando wiggled beneath Markiel's grip. Reaching his hand up, Orlando wrapped it around the demon's wrist and begun to pull, trying his hardest to tear its grip from his throat. Soon, breathing became quite difficult. The gang banger opened his mouth, trying to catch bits of air that refused to fill his lungs. Finally, just before Quintin decided to intervene, Orlando ceased his struggle and the demon loosen his grip. The human begun to take big gasp of air, trying to catch his breath.
"It doesn't matter who I am. I don't think we have time to waste on minute things as an introduction. After all, I do believe death is knocking on your door" Quintin reached his hand up and made knocking motion with the air "Knock. Knock. Aren't you going to answer that? I wouldn't keep death waiting if I were you. He's a very impatient being."

Those words cause the demons to lose its temper as low classed demons are known to do. It is unclear why low-leveled demon found it difficult to maintain their cool compared to their higher leveled brethren. Was it because they were closer to beast than sentiment being? Or did they simply not like being reminded that the weren't on the top of the food chain? Whatever the case might be, Markiel lunched himself towards Quintin. He brought his clawed hand towards the hunter's face, but stopped just two feet short of him. "Oh look someone trying to play hero. How quint. Almost makes me want to cry." The demon mocked. "I would go home if I were you, human. You don't have what it takes to play with me."

Orlando, now freed from the demon's grasp, took this opportunity to escape into the night. He stumbled as he ran. Quintin regarded the gang banger for a few moments before turning his eyes back towards the demon. "I'm speechless. Someone's going to cry over me." Amusement danced in Quintin's voice. "Pathetic. You're just pathetic. You are trying to save your fragile ego by claiming I don't have what it takes to play with you, but inside your heart is breaking. However, what do I expect from a creature such as yourself. I did say earlier 'I highly doubt you are capable of keeping me entertained' and so far you have proven me right."

"I'm going to kill you" The demon growled, launching itself towards the hunter. It brought its clawed hand towards Quintin's face in a clear attempt to rip it off. The hunter slide away from the claw, ducking beneath the demon's other clawed hand and through its leg. During that time he reached into is jacket and pulled out a gun. The hunter never shunned any type of weapon when it came to killing his target. He used whatever was both effective and available.

He heard the demon spin around in order to bring its clawed hands down upon Quintin's head while his back was turned, but just before the demon could hit its mark the hunter spun around to face the demon, sliding out of the demon's reach with that one action and pointing the gun towards the demon. "Oh are you? You are such a rude little creature. Death been knocking on your door and you ignore it." He wiggled the pointer finger of the hand that wasn't holding the gun into the air at the demon. "Naughty. Naughty."

"You think that little toy of yours is capable of killing me little human? Let me share a secret with you it isn't. I am a demon." Markiel laughed. "I hope you didn't piss your pants after hearing those words. I sure hate it when my meal soil themselves."

"A demon Oh no, whatever am I going to do? I think my bunny slipper just ran for cover." Quintin words were laced with sarcasm. He took a step towards the demon. "You think you won't die if I shot you with this gun? Let's check this theory of yours out, why don't we?"

"I know I won't die." The demon said, spreading his arms wide. "Look, I am even betting my life upon it."

"The rumors are right low-leveled demons are the very definition of idiotic." Quintin said with a smirk upon his face.

Growling, the demon launched itself towards Quintin once again. However, this time, it decided to pull its head back at the last moment in order to bring its foot to the hunters head instead. Quintin reached his hand up, grabbed the demon by the ankle and slammed the demon onto the concrete ground before he pointing his gun towards the demon's head. "Do you think I would be this calm if I was a normal human?" Quintin gave the demon a few moments to debate his words before continuing. " Wrong. I wouldn't. I am a supernatural investigator. I investigate crimes committed by your kind, and kill those that are found guilty because there is no jail time for your kind. I think I would know what it would take to kill one of you." He held out his gun as if to tell the demon that the weapon had been specially designed in putting his kind down. "So without further ado, Markiel, you are hereby guilty for the murders of Elisabeth Barton, Michael Lowe, Rachael Matters, Aaron Lucas, Mitchell Duncan, And James Devore."

The demon's eyes became filled with fear as it slowly inched away from the hunter until it found the very same brick wall that it had pinned Orlando against earlier was now blocking its mean to escape. The thing clung at the wall, bringing its clawed hands to scrape against it in a futile attempt to dig a hole big enough for it to crawl through. It clearly lost all will to fight or flight. Disappointing. Quintin haven't even gotten a single scratch upon him, and with the way the demon was being consumed by its fear it wasn't likely that was going to change. It was best to end things now. "Running won't change your fate. You're still going to die. Death got fed up with waiting and decided to kick down your fucking door" He said, pulling the trigger of his gun.

The bullet hit the demon squarely in the chest. Letting out a loud squeal, the demon reached out to try to dig the bullet out, but before the demon could actually reach its crawl inside its chest its entire body exploded, sending chunks of meat flying all over the place. A few pieces even landed upon the hunter, who simply just dusted them off.

"Alec was right. You are a rather interesting creature." A voice danced within Quintin ears, then up and down his spin before vanishing into thin air.

The hunter spun around, expecting to come face to face with a vampire--one of Alec's lackey--but instead he found himself staring at a fallen angel. The fallen one was gorgeous, given credence to everything Quintin had heard about his kind. He stood at the same height as Quin. He had long honey-kissed blonde hair that he pulled back into a low ponytail with ice-blue eyes that danced with amusement as the fallen one regarded the hunter.

"And what is a fallen angel doing associating with Alec. I thought he only hung out with vampires?" Quintin questioned.

The fallen one didn't answer right away. Instead, he looked around the area, his eyes falling upon the scattered pieces of demon flesh. "Shame you have to have to waste your talents on pathetic creatures such as that." His voice filled with disgust. "Alex has friends among many of the supernatural creatures." The fallen said, answering his question as if it was nothing more than an after thought.

The hunter shrugged his shoulder at the fallen's words. "I really don't see it as a waste." Quintin regarded the angel for a few moments. "I get it you're Alec's new lover." Quintin said after awhile.

A deep laughter filled the air, and just as quickly as it came it was gone. "Oh, no. I am not Alec's lover. He is a rather intriguing being, but I prefer my bedroom company to be more of the female variety." The fallen angel took a step towards Quintin. "Why would you want to protect a dying race?" The fallen one asked. "Heil says that these monkeys days are numbered.  So, stop being a fool boy and join us. Help us erase these pathetic monkeys from existence."

Memories begun to dance within Quintin's head upon hearing that name. Heil. His mind kept saying that name over and over again, trying to make whatever spark of realization that name brought him stay. However, the memories rushed through his mind faster than he could keep up with, and he started to open his mouth to ask the fallen angel where he heard this name, perhaps that might help him gain control of his speeding memories. Before those words could escape his lips, Kalia appeared to stand between him and the fallen angel.

The fallen one vanished into thin air leaving Kalia and Quintin alone. Quintin snapped his gaze towards Kalia ready to yell at her. She had ruined his chance to learn something about himself--the angel had a clue to his past. However, his anger quickly died upon his lips upon seeing her face. His Kalia. His beautiful Kalia was staring back at him with a strange expression he couldn't place. Was it fear? He had never seen his Kalia afraid. So, it was hard to say. "Quin, we need to talk." It was all she said before it begun to pour.