(Ok let's get started)

Canada. An obscure part of Canada, somewhere near the border of mainland America. The sweaty night had set in and in a farmer's field a hole was being dug. The workmen had been going all through the day but had to stop. The sun was too hot to work in and so they chose to finish the foundations of the new building in the cooler night. The heat it seemed had decided to hang around though, the men were shirtless and constantly drinking water to stay cool.
It was a clear night, the stars shone brightly and the moon was full, providing the only natural light. The only clear movement was that of a fleet of rain clouds heading in their direction from the east. The men had no heavy machinery, using simple shovels to dig the holes for the foundations of the new stable. Their trucks surounded the land they worked in, the lights on brightning the scene.
"Come on! The sooner we finish the sooner I can get home!"
The same call was uttered around the work site when a different cry came.
"Hey guys.... Come look at this..."
The men all crowded round to see that the worker had hit something, something golden. They looked at in wonder for a time, as humans were curious creatures indeed. With clawed hands they began to wip the cold dirt away and dug around the object. After a time the full length of the object was revealed. It was imensly long, and gold shone through the mud. The men wiped at it with dirty hands, trying to remove the caked mud, with little success. They all stood and looked at it from the top of the fresh grave.
"What is it?" One said. The other three still looked at it, the leader of the group and the eldest spoke up.
"What ever it is... It's worth something..." It was then the rain clouds caught up with them and water came rushing down. The men ignored it as the mud was washed from the object, revealing the splender of the bright gold. It was engraved with an odd language, latin, but the men did realise or understand it.
"What's it say?"
"How am I suposed to know?!" The men still looked down at it.
"Should we open it?" A third said as he noted the hinges.
"Maybe there's more gold inside!" The fouth said. This seemed to encourage the group. The leader ran off and pulled a pick axe from his truck. He stood on top of it and began hacking away at the lock. After a time, and several swaps of man power the acient lock broke. As it did a voice seemed to whisper something from nowhere, the voice seemed to suround them but it was meant for more educated ears. They couldn't understand it and thought it was just the wind. If they knew the acient language they would have known that it was a warning. A message to not open the casket.
The leader shrugged and they all crowded round again.
"Well... open it..."
Taking a deep breath he slowly opened the lid and scrambled back out of the hole. A cloud of dust emerged from the casket and when it settled and the men turned back to look they saw a body. A man, dressed all in black and a vicious look upon his face.
"Is he... alive?"
"Of course not!"
"Well he doesn't look dead, just pale."
The leader shook his head and jumped in. "Fine I'll show you." He leant his head closer to the body of the man and shouted loudly.
"Hello? Erm Are you alive?" He said mockingly. The other two joined his laughs. "You see? He's dead..." He smiled at the body when he noticed something, a twitch of the hand. With a screwed up face he leant in closer. It was then the eyes of Anusir opened. A hand thrust up, grabbing the throat of the man, choking the air out of his body. The other three gasped and stepped back as their leader and friend was killed in an instant. Anusir sat up inside the casket. A man out of shock and want of revenge grabbed a shovel and smacked the top of the demons head. Anusir was not affected, the shovel instead bending and breaking off the wooden handel. He looked shocked and stepped back as Anusir slowly rose from his casket and cracked his neck. He towered out of the hole and easily stepped out as the last three men huddled together looking at him with awe.
Anusir's face remained angered and his hands devolped fire. He raised one hand and envolped the men with a jet of fire, nothing but ash remained. He felt a weak attraction to his soul. South. The rain continued to fall as Anusir began walking south, to find his soul.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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The sound of heels clicking across the marble floor sent the two men into a panic. As the sound grew louder they stood to a military like attention.
She swept up the long corridor, her long jet black hair tied tightly back from her face. Dressed in a red and black pvc corset top and matching skirt. Walking up to the two nervous looking men she eyed them both.
"Report" she asked them sternly. Her deep English accent was accentuated with hints of Italian.

Both men looked at each other, afraid to speak up.

She walked up close to one, looking deep into his eyes "Report. Now!" she demanded.

He swallowed a lump in his throat and began to speak meekly "W-we found it. But..but it is w-well guarded" he stuttered, fearing the repurcussions.

The mysterious woman began to turn around, and with lightning reflexes swirled back round and slapped him hard on the face.
"Incompetent cretin! I asked you one small thing, and you fail me. Go now, I will find someone more worthy of the task" she seethed, her eyes blazing.

Both men scurried away without another word. They had gotten off lightly all things considered.

Growling under her breath, she opened a set of large black doors and walked into a large office closing them behind her with a heavy thud. Walking over to her black wooden desk. The room had all the modern day conveniences. A telephone sprang to life, picking it up the voice on the other end spoke.
"Lady Celesta. My humble apologies for disturbing you, but you asked me to call once the Darrodd twins had left you."

"Yes. Have them eliminated. I will not have them fail me a second time." came her cold reply.

"As you wish m'Lady"

She hung up the reciever and crossed one leg over the other, one hand resting on her chin. Pondering the current status of her operation. She picked up the reciever again and began to dial. The other end answering quickly
"Find me Xine. I am in need of his assistance"

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Meanwhile At The John F. Kennedy International Airport

People flooded out of the airplane to the terminal and waited for their bags to come to them, trough the masses of people a man clothed in black showed his way trough to the bags. He grabbed a blacksuit case and a larger dark blue suitcase that had wheels, he set the larger suitcase onto the floor and rose up. Behind his glasses he examined the humans that surrounded him, the wheels squeaked as they were pulled into motion by the man. Showing his way trough the crowd the man arrived to the street where taxi`s waited took off. Some waiting for customers and smoking cigarettes, some just sitting around and others serving theit clients by packing the trunk with the bags.

He headed for the closest taxi, the driver was a white male with a cigarette behind his ear and a coffee in his hand as he read the paper. The driver felt the car lowering by the weight of something and looked back seeing someone loading his bags in the taxi. The driver shrugged after his moment of confusion and jumped behind the wheel as the customer slided into the back seat after loading his bags into the trunk.

"Drop me off at the closest hotel..."

The customer said with a dry voice as he watched the driver from behind his dark glasses. The taxi pulled into move and went along in the line of cars, the driver quietly looked at the stranger yet didn`t try to start a conversation. They made their way into the heart of the city, there was life in the city yet it seemed far more peaceful and the driver raised his hand going for his cigarette. He only felt his ear and then looked at the stranger whom was lighting up the cigarette that had a moment ago been behind the ear of the driver.

"Leave me into that alley..."

He said after blowing out a smoke cloud, the driver hesitated yet turned the taxi into the dark alley before stopping and looked at the timer and fee that the trip had made. Then he turned to look at the customer in black yet he was gone and the trunk was open, the taxi driver went behind his car and cursed as no one was there. He shook his head and slammed the trunk closed, but suddenly felt stinging pain in his back, just under the ribs and the breath of the man in his neck. The driver grinned in pain and he heard a muttering, that seemed to have only maddness and pain in it.

"The tasks given to me shall be done, his will shall be done and my reward cannot be denied from me...."

To the driver it sounded like a text out of the bibble or somethign yet he didn`t care about that as he turned around while the man had stepped back and leaned on his car as his blood flowed onto the cars register, the stranger had removed his glasses and his eyes seemed odd as, if they had no emotion in them. Then the knife pulled back and made many vicious thrusts into the chest of the man, Razakel then cleaned the blood onto the clean part of the mans clothing before putting the dagger on his belt. Razakel placed the remains of the cigarrette behind the mans ear as it still burned and picked up his bags before walking into the night leaving the taxi driver with the dead driver slowly slipping down on his car as his blood stained the back of the car.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

John drove his BMW Z4 towards an ancient Romanian castle doors. He parked it there and began extracting his equipment, dicating them as he went. "Holy water, UV rounds, silver bolts," When he finally got his last weapons, a submachine gun and a crossbow made from a crufix, he took out a grappling gun, aimed it for the wall rampart, and fired. The hook extended its claws and latched itself on the rampart. The rope attached to the hook was strong enough to carry two humans so without fear, he pulled himself up towards the hook and the rampart.
For missions like these, John carried weapons much like those he had on now and spider silk jacket with a black tie and white shirt. For a religous group, the group tended to do rather non-religious activites, such as the manufacture of spider silk through genetic engineering. John wasn't complaining though; this spider silk jacket had saved him countless times from claws or weapons of demons.
He looked at the courtyard from the wall for a while. Then he jumped down from the wall without any harm to himself. That was just one of the many blessings and enchantments he had received in his group (for simplicity's sake they are called The Eradicators of Evils or just the Eradicators). He was hunting for the last descendant of Dracula in this castle. He loaded a clip of UV rounds into his gun and steadily approached the keep.

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I was cured all right.

There was a knock on Celesta's door
"Enter" she called out as she watched the doors open. A young woman appeared and bowed her head. "M'Lady, there is something on the news I feel may be of interest to you"

Celesta raised an eyebrow, her curiosity peaked.
"Turn it on" she demanded of the nameless young woman.

Dutifully, the young blonde woman walked over to Celestas widescreen tv, switching it on and turning it to a 24 hour news channel.

Celesta eyed the contents, taking in all the information.

Somewhere in a province of Canada, a Golden casket was found on an abandoned dig. A few dead bodies remained at the site. The camera sweeped over the site and Celesta immediately recognised the casket.
She sneered and opened one of the drawers on her desk. She looked inside and pulled out a long ornate dagger. The young woman had turned her back to watch the news and was oblivious to Celestas movements.
Grasping the handle tighter, she called over to her.
"Miranda" her voice was ice cold "Thank you that will be all" she finished as the young woman turned round to face Celesta.
Throwing the dagger it lunged straight into Mirandas chest and into her heart. Killing her instantly.

Wiping the blood clean on a hankerchief, she buzzed to her reception hall.
"Another clean up"

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The suitcases were placed onto a table that was light dimly, Razakel snapped the lock open and threw open the lit of the smaller on. He took a group of papers out of it, some signed and some not, one particulary about buying an appartment in, which he currently was standing in. Then he placed his glassed on the table and stared at the larger suitcases containments, he grabbed the suitcase and carried it to the bookshelf.

He grabbed a book from the suitcase and quietly looked at it for a while before starting to fill the shelf, the appartment was filled with candles that were the only light yet he didn`t need light to survive even less when his reward would be complete. He hmhed quietly to himself after he had thrown the suitcases into a closet near the door and walked up to the balcony. 50 floors above the street level gave a nice view all tough it wasn`t the view he needed, but being anynomous. He cared nothing of human emotions or such after he had sunk deeper into the dark lore that his books held, he didn`t yet hold true power nor was he what he was promissed to become yet as soon as he had found what he was looking for.

The soul of Anusir for his master him to find it because his master`s master wanted to find it.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

The sun rose as the figure walked south toward his goal. Every step he took he felt the attraction grow, he was certain it was in this direction. The light revealed the figure's true appearance. It certainly revealed his dark side. He wore dark clothing, a sleeveless shirt with metal buckels on the front, dark trousers and black boots, that made heavy thuds with each step. His eyes were a pierecing red, his hair jet black and his skin pale. A truely evil appearance that would make any human weary of approaching him. His height would also have added to this, he was imposing and foul. A true manifestation of evil.
He had walked for many many miles with no signs of tiredness as he approached a small town. The town had a main road running through it that Anusir followed with great precision. He walked down the centre of the road as the town had just begun to wake. From windows there came glances from worried faces. He was certainly strange. He took no heed of them and continued walking when a roaring sound came from round a corner. It was a car speeding down the road, the driver not noticing the figure walking toward the speeding car. His eyes suddenly caught sight of the dark figure, his hands worked frantically to turn the steering wheel, the wheels turned sharply and the car fliped over rolling toward Anusir. He did not flinch or move as the car smashed into him, it slowled him down slightly, but proved more of an annoyance than a threat. He raised a finger and pushed the dented roof of the car to one side. Continuing toward his destination.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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John cocked his weapon as he slowly walked around in the antechamber. He turned on a flashlight that radiated UV rays, perfect for light-senstitive creatures. He saw a flash of a dark cloak from the corner of his eye. As he turned his gun towards it, a vampire tackled him to the ground. John lost his grip on his gun, which flew five feet away from him. He unsheathed a silver long sword that he had and thrusted it into the hissing vampire. Effectively distracting it, he dived for his gun and shot the vampire before it could turn its attention towards him. As bluish light radiated from the bullet wounds, the vampire snarled and hissed as it burned. Soon nothing was left from the vampire except a pile of ashes.
John took the sword, sheathed it, and continued on, this time his alert raised higher.

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I was cured all right.

What a lovely night it was, in the back alleys of Wall Street. City lights little penetrated into a certain narrow alleyway, but what small percentage did revealed filthy compost and rather obscene graffti peppering the walls.

Blood. Vindication. Murder.

Chuckling quietly to himself, Xinefra'av Nightslayer ran one slender finger across the man's cheek. His slitted vermillion eyes seemed to take on a life of their own as they settled on the trembling man before him. The human was a businessman, sporting a meticulous coiffure and an immaculate Armani suit that could bring a hundred New Yorkers out of poverty. That same man was also trembling uncontrollably and working overmuch to control his weak bladder.

Pathetic.

"My patience grows short," hissed Xine, as he traced a line across the man's throat with a vicious serrated dagger. "You owe me ten thousand in gold. That was our agreement for my favors, was it not? Where is it?"

"I don't have it," the other moaned, wetting his pants at last. Finding some vestige of strength, he added, "They'll find you out. My lawyer'll eat you up."

Xine's laugh could have frozen a hot spring. "Eat me up? Hardly. For what? Engaging in the black market? Don't be a hypocrite. Do you have my money or not?"

The man moaned again. Xine raised the dagger.

"Stop! I've got information!"

Intrigued despite himself, Xine lowered the dagger.

"I work for the New York Museum!"

Wondering where in the abyss this was going, Xine decided to favor the human. He evinced a barely perceptible nod.

"Top secret!" the victim sputtered desperately. "A golden necklace embossed with a red jewel, found in Brazil. Said to be worth millions! You could be rich! You could be a millionaire just by stealing this necklace!"

Xine cursed and raised the dagger for the second time. "Is that all?"

The businessman's eyes widened to the size of saucers. It almost looked funny. A pity Xine never found anything funny these days. "Wait! I've got more! They're working on the necklace. Something's out of the ordinary about this thing. The press can't even get a hold of it. It's got - it's got to be important!"

"I commend your powers of observation," the half-demon said dryly. "Anything else?"

"How am I supposed to know? The New York Museum tells its employees *beep*. But I can help you get the necklace. I've got a night shift - "

The cut was quick - efficient and clean. The man was dead before he hit the ground. Wiping his serrated dagger on the priceless Armani suit, Xine turned to leave.

He felt a vibration in the pocket of his leather jacket.

Irritated - what did his agents want with him now? - he reached into his pocket and flipped open his cellphone. Caller: LC. Lady Celesta. The arrogant woman just loved annoying the hell out of him.

He debated with himself whether to answer or just ignore it. At length, he pressed the 'call' button. "Thanks for interrupting my life again."

The other end, Celesta's secretary perhaps, ignored the sarcasm. "The mistress is in need of your assistance."

The line went dead.

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The new york museum was a busy place and held many wounderful items from the past that was exactly why Razakel had to get there all tough at the moment he was sitting in his appartment. During few hourse he had already made himself comfortable by hanging numerous papers onto the wall where he could find them quickly, many books were open on the table as he looked trough every piece of information he needed. It had been along time since he had been reading and doing his reseach, back when he was innocent all tought he was a businessman yet that was truly a cover up or half of the truth.

Razakel had collected an extensive collection of books and writings about demonlogy, before his disappearance he was the best demonlogist in switzerland and there were only few whom knew of his true job, including the Eradicators. They had once been his co-workers perhaps yet now they could only stand in the way from his price, Razakel drew a telephone as he stood by the window watching the city.

"New York Museum?" Razakel asked with his thick german accent.

"Yes, how may I help you sir?"

"I am professor Joachim Ackerman, I have a meeting with the ident of the museum. My matter is urgent, would you happen to know if he was still there?"

"Yes, I think he is and I am sure he can meet you all tough he has been working all night with a medallion of somesort..." The secretary said.

"Ah... I see, well I shall meet him soon..."

Razakel said with a friendly yet venomous voice like a predator whom`s jaws were about to tear the prey apart. Razakel packed his smaller suitcase with few papers and changed on his suit to appear formal, he corrected his tie and walked out locking the appartment door. He stepped into the elevator and waited in front of the house as a dark BMW came around the corner. The car stopped before him and a man stepped out to receive an evelope filled with cash, it was the payment for bringing his car from the docks. He hadn`t needed it at first yet now was the time, he sat into the car and smiled as he started the engine. Soon he was driving trough the city and saw the museum raising before him as he stopped the car onto a sidewalk.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Kira could stand it no longer. This was a stupid place to be in, and working here only gets you killed. She turns a corner and walks out the door in front of her, up a staircase, and comes out in the sewer. Kira grins and makes her way to the surface, coming out far away from the city. She can sense the creatures she just left, and she can also sense the humans in the city nearest her. But something else appears on her sensory map. A dark presence, large and looming.....

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

Celesta still eyed the news channel. The golden casket being the main focus of all the main news items. It held everyone who reported in fear and deep concern. Celesta knew what it was and what it contained. The trail of corpses indicated that he had been released and was on the move.
She began to smile as she made plans in her head.
Her thoughts interupted by her telephone ringing. She walked over to the front of the desk and leaned over to pick up the reciever.
"Yes?" she snapped at her secretary

"Deepest apologies for the interuption Mistress. I just called to inform you that Xine has been contacted. He should be here shortly." came the polite reply.

Celesta's smile slowly crept back onto her face
"Very good. Send him to me as soon as he arrives." she ordered and hung up the reciever.

She turned to face the television, resting on the edge of the desk.
"And so it begins..."

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Leaving the town the demon spent another day walking through vairous towns. He had reached American, although human borders meant little to him, it was all the same. He approached a large town and walked through it at midnight, there was a deathly silence as Anusir paced down he road toward his goal. A voice could be heard from an ally way talking into a device. Anusir took no heed until a word from the convosation turned his head around.
"Yeah... Well it's what she wants... I don't know what it is, some stupid necklace... Yeah that's it The Jewl of Nex..."
Anusir's whole body stopped and turned to look down the ally way, seeing a figure in strange clothing speaking into a small black device. He walked up to him and spoke in a distorted voice.
"Qua est jewl of nex?" His eyes shone bright red as he looked at the man before him. The man turned, dressed in a leather jacket. He wore sunglasses and had a shaven head and was almost th same height as Anusir and so was not that intemidated, especialy when his boss was the Mistress.
"Hold on one second..." He said to the person on the phone. "What?" His head tilted down so he could look at the demon before him.
"Qua est jewl of nex?" Anusir's voice growing in anger and annoyance.
"What? Hey buddy we speak english round here." He turned back around and spoke into his phone. "Yeah sorry..."
Anusir seemed to be enraged, no human dared to turn their backs on him. He spun him around and thrust a giant hand over the man's face. Anusir's grip increased holding him in place. The man struggeled to break free and pulled out a pistol from inside his jacket, pointing at the demon's chest and firing a round. Anusir felt the bullet run through his body and escape the other side. The wound instantly healed and the shots would only annoy him further. With a surge of power from his hand Anusir began to drain the life from his victim and his memories. The man strugged to break free desperatly as his life fadded. Eventually his body hung limp and lifeless, thrown on the floor.
Anusir felt a surge of information flow through him and he opened his mouth and uttered two words. "New York." He turned and began back on his journey.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Celesta was now sat back behind her desk. She had been awaiting a call from one of her hired hands. She drummed her fingers on the desk, her long scarlet nails tapping the wood impatiently.
She didn't like being kept waiting, especially with something as important as this.
She snatched up the telephone reciever and dialled out a number. She waited as it rang out.
Answer me Vargas, you little lowlife the thoughts scathed in her head

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Anusir was just stepping onto the road when he heard a strange buzzing noise from behind him. He understood what the noise meant but was still uneasy about using such a device. He turned and slowly walked over to the dead body, finding the phone on the floor, a blue screen flashing showing a name "Mistress". The ringing continued and Anusir picked it up curiously. He pressed the answer button and tried holding it to his ear, feeling odd. He held it around an inch from his ear and listened to what it may be.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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The ringing stopped as Vargas' phone appeared to have been answered. There was an eery silence, Celesta flew into a rage.
"Vargas! Answer me you disgusting little half breed. Where are you?"

Still no reply, this enraged her further.

"Vargas! Vargas?" If you do not speak up now, I will have you flayed alive!"

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