Taming the Demon (open)

[Zero]

Redemption.

Many of the lowest of low down villains all have a chance to receive redemption. But it's whether they want to accept and deny the gift, is the trick question. Maybe some when pushed in the right direction with a little bit of help or guidance, will seek the path, or maybe it will only push them deeper into the path darkness. For some, though, redemption isn't even in their vocabulary. For those rare few redemption in their eyes, even if they were to seek it, would never. In their lifetime, be acceptable or found.

The endless boredom of regular human life nearly broke me. I tried to make it as a regular human, but the skills I possess have no place in a normal existence. My resume is just a roll call of lives I have taken= 5,000,000 Confirmed lives. I've changed over to the darkside now... In places you've never heard of. With my time running out I had no choice, I brought my gun out of retirement and put the human world out...

A silver headed figure sat on top of a roof top, watching the people who looked like little ants roaming below him, His mind was focused strictly on his target at hand. A young male, with brown hair. The sniper didn't know what he had done to tick someone off, but he didn't care either. All he knew was that this was his pray, and he was the hunter. And the hunter unfortunately, was plotting the kill. The man sneered, slight fangs noticeable in the light.

He slowly brought the gun off his shoulder and got into the usual position. Sweat was beading off his forehead for his body that was used to the darkness always found it hard to deal with the sunlight, it made him weaker, but his senses managed to remain the same as his eyes caught the male. He slowly lifted the rifle up to his face, looking through the scope carefully. He smiled as the cross-hairs found the mans chest, and with it, aimed directly at his heart. His target was sighted. His finger twitched anxiously on the trigger, ready to pull it at any given second. His heart pounded with the thought of the kill. The hunt alone wasn't much fun since he had quickly spotted his target, not one of the best at least. But the kill was always the best part for the man, the thought of taking another life pleased him. He had killed 5 others earlier that day. It was just knowing that anyone could die by his trigger that made him happy.

All he knew about the man below is that he was honestly innocent of the crime that he had supposedly committed. But he wasn't going to lose a good pay that day just for making the 'right choice' not to shoot him. Besides, he simply enjoyed the kill alone. Why would he waste a good opportunity to have a little fun? He found his sneer widening, and the demon inside beginning to stir as his eyes began to twirl and flicker between purple-gray and red, like a crystal ball of colors. His fangs widened slightly. He was so intent on the kill he hadn't realized that the hunter had became the hunted, and just as he went to pull the trigger a voice growled lowly from behind him. "What do you think you're doing?!" The sniper jumped and lost his shot, as it flew right by the man's ear. His target panicked and fled away.

"Damn it." The sniper snarled and spun around to face his opponent. He was a no-name bodyguard for the man. The sniper spat in his direction. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm earning my pay like any normal-" His hand went into his jacket pocket to pull out his pistol when suddenly the guard had his own gun pulled out and facing him and quickly pulled the trigger. The sniper felt three bullets enter his body and staggered backward, and then fell.

He struck the ground with a dull thud and laid still, unmoving. The sunlight had always weakened his demonic body who was used to roaming through the darkness, with it being a blistering degree outside and not a cloud in the sky, he might as well be considered mortal. The sniper groaned looking up and spotting the guard up above aiming directly for him. In a split second the sniper was on his feet and running. Running from three or four guards chasing him down like dog catchers after a stray. He growled lowly ignoring the searing pain shooting down his leg and arm, and managing to barely dodge a barrage of bullets. He then suddenly spotted another target, an innocent girl about the age of 10. She would be his test subject. Quickly with his good arm he drew out a knife and held it to her throat, a sadistic smile playing on his lips. "You care about anyone? Or just that pathetic boy you are protecting?!" They didn't thought, just as he had thought. They just drew closer. Slitting the screaming girls throat just for fun and getting blood all over him, he continued to run, licking the blood off his fingers, his demonic side enjoying every last bit.

Finally he spotted him, his target. Even though he still wasn't after the man he knew he could use him to his advantage, to cause a distraction and escape the guards. He pulled out his pistol and shot the innocent man in the chest instantly causing him to collapse. He came up to him and held him up, snarling. "Fine! You wanna let me kill HIM?" The guards froze in their tracks, not daring to lift a single gun or pull a single trigger in fear of harming the person they were suppose to be protecting. Check Mate. The sniper thought happily and was finally happy to have their attention, but he knew the joy couldn't last long. His demon was getting worse, the metallic smell of thick blood in the air wasn't helping. Behind the sound of his pounding heart and blood running through his veins, and the drops of blood from the silent uncontentious man he was holding, sirens blared clearly in his ears, even though they weren't too close. He had to end this stand off, and fast. Suicide attempt, or cowardly getaway? The sniper thought bitterly. Time seemed to slowed, the minutes felt like hours because every minute was precious. Finally, he made his decision...

Silver gleamed in the light of the sun, but before the guards could even move, a bullet sounded and the man, his target, the whole person who had caused this, fell limp to the ground below. His head blown off by a simple bullet. Blood soaked the sniper stood there, a wild smile covering his face, his true side still not yet released. Blood spewed from his targets neck and drenched the ground below. The guards now realizing their duty was over, and they were obviously dealing with a maniac, who could only stand there with a wild look in his eye, looking more animalistic then human, they dropped their weapons and fled. "Now now, you've already caused me so much trouble... Why not I get revenge?" He grinned and then quickly took the chase after his pray. He used his favorite blade, a black one he had made himself. Crimson sprayed the blade as the blood run clear from, the first guards neck. He fell. The second one had a more agonizing death, instead of making a clean slit, the sniper had purposely missed the jugular vain to allow him to bleed to death. Finally his vision had fell upon the last guard, the one who had shot him. His ears pricked as he listened for the sirens before he could finish his rampage. He was safe, they sounded slightly far off, giving him enough time to finish the job.

He had cornered this one in an alley with a dead end. The innocent guard cowered with fear.
"Please don't kill me!" He whimpered. The sniper sneered and nailed him under the chin with a clean kick casing him to fully fall to his knees.
"Shut up." He growled. The guard instantly obeyed. "You've taken out my good arm, leg, and struck me in the side, and I believe in that barrage of bullets, it was yours that caught me in the back as well. You're very good for your age, how old are you?"
"20." The man whispered softly.
"I could consider taking you on as my apprentice you know... Instead of killing you as I had planned..."
"Really!?" He was excited, the demon took pleasure in the pain and fear in his expression once he was knocked to the ground pinned by a boot. "Nope. Just kidding." He then brought out his favorite black bladded knife and licked away the blood earning a small cry of terror from the man. "This little finger said bye-bye," The demon grinned as he chopped off the first finger. The man let out a yowl of pain. "This little finger said- bye-bye too!" Another finger fell away from the man who could only continue to cry in pain. "This little finger begged me to eat it." He snagged off the pinky and spun it around in his hand before tossing it away. "But I answered 'sorry, I hate finger.'" and tossed it away only to move onto the second to last finger, his ring finger which held a ring. "I see you have a wife at home, pity, I think I'll kill her next." He then chopped it off as well and put the ring in his pocket for safe keeping to pawn off or sell somewhere for more cash. His low mocking voice could be barely heard of the man. The sniper slowly did this with all of his fingers and toes, not too slow so he would die from loss of blood, but slow enough so it tortured the man before he moved on to slicing off both arms and legs, and letting victim scream to his hearts content and slowly bleed dry as he walked away, without and remorse in his expression.

The blood was beginning to get the best of him, but he refused to allow his demon out. It would only cause more attention to his persona. Unneeded attention. The sniper slowly limped his battered body into an empty alley and leaned against the wall sliding down and closing his eyes. Pain beginning to slowly take in once his adrenaline finally stopped pulsing through his veins. The daytime wouldn't allow his battered body to heal as fast as it usually did so it was twice as bad. Blood began to bleed through his shirt revealing five precise bullet holes. One in his shoulder where a deep gash lay, one in his side, another tore up his leg and was lodged in his shin, and two in his chest. Every breath he heaved killed him physically and the scent of his own blood surrounding him was sickening. He just wanted to lay down and rest, but knew damn well he couldn't do it here. He would only get caught, that he would have to get up and keep moving soon, for he really had gotten himself in deep this time. A soft groan escaped his lips. I don't want any help... I don't want any help... But deep inside the sniper knew, that if no one arrived or came up on him soon that would be willing to help- he would be done for, his days would be up, either the cops would get him, or blood loss. What a fitting end. He thought bitterly.

But a thought that had barely managed to bring some sort of pleasure in this painful time? THEY would quickly recognize the work of Kurogitsune, the Angel of Death, the work of Zero Dämon, the Sniper of the rooftops.

[Solo]

Solo was going through Metropolis just checking out the scenery, and wondering who he would run into. After all he had heard that there were many heroes in this town. He was hoping that he wouldn't run into one, but chances were that he would because of his attitude. After a while he heard gunshots, and being bored he decided to follow the sounds to the owners, and it wasn't long until he came upon a silver haired boy killing a guy. Looking at the boy he decided that he had been shot somehow because he was bleeding to death. Staring at the guy he figured that he would probably bleed to death so Solo walked up to him he stared at the guy.

"Wow you are pathetic, being injured by just a few bullets haha you are sad." he said to the bleeding guy on the ground, and he leaned up against the wall. This guy had guns on him, but he didn't really register him as a threat. Solo would not be injured so easily, and he was way more powerful than this pathetic excuse for a person. His blond hair glittered in the moonlight, and his golden eyes shone deeply almost like they were glowing. His pale skin gave off it's faint glow, and it was more noticeable in the nighttime.

"So are you gonna need some help, or should I just leave you to die here all alone. I mean I am sure that the law enforcement is going to be here pretty soon to apprehend you." he said with a cold sneer on his face. After all he was superior to this guy in every way it seemed because from what he could see this guy was completely weak. Hmmmmm I wonder if he will attack me, or not, doesn't matter. he thought to himself with an evil grin.

[Zero]

Zero felt it snap. From the harsh snide commits the man before him, threw at him, from the searing pain, from the sun, but most of all, from the blood surrounding him. He snarled his eyes glowing fully red now and he stood, seeming to become a completely different person, the pain having no affect on this new being. He sneered. "Me? Accept YOUR help?" He laughed bitterly in the man's face. "Accept help from someone as low as the dirt I walk on?" He sneered. "Never. In fact, I should teach you about messing with the wrong demon, at the wrong time." His razor sharp wings spread from his back and shined against the sun. He had sensed something else different about this man, but yet wanted to find out the hard way what EXACTLY was different about him.

"You're nothing but mindless scum in my eyes." The demon snarled grabbing his favorite pistol from inside his jacket and inserting some special bullet of his. "You THINK you're all big and bad, you THINK you are better then me.. But eventually, you'll be put in your place, IF not by me, then someone else." He ignored how weak he could feel his body was getting and continued to stand firm against him, no fear in his eyes, only anger, and true hatred. This guy is going to be easy to take out, with all that ego, and what seems to be barely any brains.... I'm sure I'd I'll him in just enough time to get to safety.

(So lame.. D: What is wrong with meee? D:)

[Solo]

He laughed coldly as the guy got up, and wings came out from his back, and Solo didn't move as the guy up, and threatened him. Another laugh escaped his lips as he continued to look on at the guy. "Oh a gun how scary. Please if you have to use that to kill someone then you aren't worth my time." he said to the guy with a grin on his face. The boy didn't fire his gun at him, but he couldn't help, but smirk at the gun as if it were a toy. After all with his healing factor he wouldn't remained injured for very long. Plus people who used modern weapons were a disgrace to him. He preferred the very large sword that was strapped to this back. It was his weapon of choice, and the only one that he ever used.

His Bustersword was seven feet long, and three feet wide so it was very large, and very heavy. If someone didn't have superstrength like himself then it would be very difficult to wield. Staring at the guy in front of him he kept leaning on the wall not caring that this guy was threatening him. This guy had been shot, and was weakening with each passing moment. Looking at were they were it was an alleyway, and figured that if they were gonna fight this guy wouldn't stand a snowball's chance against him. laughing maniacally he quickly punched the wall that he had been leaning against causing the building to quickly crack, and start to crumble. Calmly walking over to the other building that was like three feet away he smashed his feet into it as well having the same effect on it as the last building.

Now debris would quickly fill up the small alleyway that they had been in, and hopefully crush this pathetic ant. After all he was nothing to Solo maybe if he were at full strength he could have posed a threat to him. But as it stood Solo was the stronger one in this case, and time, and he walked out of the alleyway before he was crushed by the large chunks of the building that he had sent tumbling down towards the demon boy. "Hmmmmm well if you are crushed to death how are you gonna kill me you ant." he said with a laugh as the building's walls fell behind him, and he walked out into the streets of metropolis the sun shining brightly.

[Zero]

The walls collapsed, or seemed to collapse right on top the demon and for long moments nothing seemed to move. Once the dust began to clear a form began to emerge from the shadows, seeming unharmed from the collapsed buildings. A smile could be seen from behind the wall of dust, a sneer of pure hatred and evil, fangs included. Red eyes also managed to show with a wild blaze to them. "Pathetic try, you worthless demon." The demon spoke in a mocking voice, edging him on. A sword blade glittered in the light as it lay on his shoulder. You could see a spot in the middle were no debris lay. Clear spot, and around it, the building seemed to have been sliced open in two. "You really think that was the ONLY weapon I had on me?" He continued to talk, to draw his target's attention away from the weapon itself and onto the speaker, his surprise trick as he secretly aimed his vision toward the man.

His clear eyesight saw right through the wall of dirt and dust and spotted the man out in the light. Still managing to have his pistol drawn and his special bullets already loaded, he took aim toward his shoulder, as a warning shot if it nailed to put him in his place. He pulled the trigger, taking the shot, before his dirt wall had vanished so the man would have never seen it coming. His gun let out no noise as it fired the bullet.

If the bullet would have struck the demon, it would have blown up on impact with his shoulder, and instantly settle the score between the two. Obviously the other demon needed both his arms, both amount of strength to hold the gigantic sword on his back, and without an arm that won't heal for quiet awhile do to the shoulder being destroyed due to the special bullet, he wouldn't be able to wield the dangerous sword. Thus evening out the sides for both of them. The demon knew it was a 50-50 percent chance whether the bullet struck or missed, for he still didn't know what the other was capable of. But at the same time he hoped it would hit, just to see his power without an arm, to see his power when the score was settled.

[Solo]

It didn't take long for his opponent to get out of the debris, and Solo saw a flash of silver that was sure to be a sword. It was unmistakable however his admiration didn't last long as his opponent started to talk again, and then Solo felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. All of a sudden a huge explosion sounded in his ear, and he felt his arm detach itself from his body as a result of the explosion. He was thrown to one side, and his arm was thrown to another side, and he used his one good arm that was still attached to his body to get back up on his feet. Staring at the guy that had just blown his arm off he looked over at the piece of mangled flesh, and he just sighed. "Well that wasn't nice at all, but I have to admit nice attack." he said with a grin on his face as he looked at the silver haired demon.

Solo could have reattached his arm with his healing factor, but he figured he would mess with this guy for a while, and then destroy his hope. After all he hadn't even used the full extent of his powers yet, and he probably wouldn't on this guy. Holding out his hand he smiled, and he shot out a concussive blast at his enemy. If this attack hit his enemy it would cause some damage to the already wounded man. However he had to admit that for already being injured this guy was holding his own fairly well, but Solo was holding back for now. With a sigh he reached back still watching his concussive blast fly towards his opponent, and he drew his sword.

Being 7 feet long, and 3 feet wide it was nigh on indestructible, and could do some serious damage if it hit. Holding his sword across his shoulders, he gave a cold laugh at the other guy, and wondered if his attack would hit, if it didn't he would be able to launch, an immediate counter attack.

[Zero]

The Demon sensed the blast coming, but he was too weak to doge. So he closed his eyes and waited for the hit, slightly moving so it wouldn't strike him directly and cause more damage then necessary. He also used his arms to shield himself as the blast came raging at him so it wouldn't strike anything to bad either. His arms were used to the pain.

He took the blast head on and cringed as it pushed him back a few feet. He only grunted in pain. "Is.... That the best you got?" He sneered weakly. He could feel the pain pulsing through his arms, yet he shook it off. For the Demon felt no pain, no emotion, other then the thought and yern to slaughter. To have the blood of the man who was screwing around with him. Yet his keen senses told him another attack was on the way RIGHT after this one. So he prepared to unsheathe his sword once again, in a split second it would be needed if at all.

His sword was a special sword, were the metal part as well was black as the night sky with crimson red symbols and markings all around the blade. The handle itself was crimson red, with a black dragon curling around it, with ruby red eyes that seemed to stare straight into the wielders soul. A red aura had already started to circle the blade of the sword, as if the serpent around the sword handle itself was coming alive and bringing the sword with it.

[Solo]

His attack landed, and he knew that it had to have hurt the guy more than it showed. However he wasn't sure if it did, or not, but he knew that his strength far outmatched this guy, and he was going to exploit that fact. Running at that guy, and closing the distance between the two of them, and he jumped in the air, and swung his massive sword down towards the guy hoping to cleave him in two. If he blocked this attack his strength would still cause major damage to this guy unless he had a level of strength, or durability to counter it, but he doubted that from what he had seen so far. Smiling in a psychotic manner at this guy he couldn't wait to destroy him, and show him that he had just been toying with him the entire time.

"Oh come on now surely you don't think losing an arm is gonna be enough to stop me from using my weapon do you?" he said swinging his hammer down at the mans body. "AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA You are pathetic having to blow off my arm to win! A real opponent would be able to take me at my full strength!" he screamed with a psychotic glee at the man, and let out another incredibly psychotic laugh. It was sort of creepy that he was able to laugh with one of his arms missing, and what was even more creepy was that his arm wasn't bleeding nearly as bad as it should have been. That was because his healing factor kicked in to clot the blood flow, and prevent him from weakening until he could reattach his arm.

[Zero]

The demon's eyes widened and he drew out his sword and the sound of metal striking metal could be heard. It felt as if a huge monster truck full of bricks had came crashing down on top of him. He pushed back with all of his effort, yet- he could feel his back slowly began to break and strain over the pressure. His weak body due to the sunlight couldn't handle the pressure any longer and suddenly snapped. He felt his body suddenly getting crushed against the ground but his sword still managed to somehow hold off all the weight from fully crushing him. The snake-like aura seemed to slither up his sword and touch the other sword as if helping hold it back.

The metal sounded as if it was crying out in pain by the constant cracks that seemed to sound from it, as if it was breaking. The demon closed his eyes and concentrated heavily on the swords strength itself. Suddenly a ruby began to form in the center of the hilt, a crimson ruby that seemed to be taking all the blow of the other sword. With one great movement, the sword began to transform into something new, a bigger, stronger sword with a red blade and red serpent, a raven black stone in the center. In one might thrust he managed to push back the attacker just enough where he could use his razor sharp wings for help.

His wings, that were like razor blades, but looked like any normal feathers, suddenly lashed out toward the man, aiming to strike him in the side to finally help throw him off of the demon. The wings seemed to transform before the very eye into black blades. One wing aimed for one side, and the other for the other side. The demon knew that if this attack missed, he surely was probably done for.

[Solo]

His enemy was being crushed under him he could feel it, and it brought him a great deal of pleasure. However it was short lived as his enemies wings became like razor blades, and tried to wound him. Quickly Solo jumped backwards, and he parried the blows that the wings tried to deal to him. Snarling at his enemy he couldn't help, but laugh at the pathetic demon that was on the ground basically dying underneath his heel. "You are pathetic so let me put you out of your misery you weakling. HAHAHAHAHA!" he said to the other guy, and then he walked over to where his discarded arm lay on the ground. Burying the Blade of his sword in the ground he picked up his arm, and reattached using his healing factor.

Walking back over to his prey still laying there he showed his newly reattached arm, and he laughed a psychotic laugh. This guy would not survive against him, and he would destroy him completely. Laughing as he stared down at his opponent, he took two steps backwards. Now that the fight was tipped greatly in his favor he figured he could afford to allow him to get up. "Get up die on your knee's you pathetic worm. Or shall I cut your head off now?" he asked with an evil grin on his face as he was becoming even more increasingly violent.