As empty as the streets were, it was hard to believe that in a city like this there were no creatures in the shadows. The Nimulli could almost feel them lurking...watching, waiting to pounce on the idiot that had decided to roam at this hour. However, these creatures of the night would never step up to the child of evil himself, not if they could feel his aura. It wasn't that Z'Aleel was overwhelmingly strong or anything like that, it was the fact that he was so obviously guarded that made them stay away. To the naked eye, the demons around Z'Aleel hadn't existed but any capable person would see the truth. The demons were here. They were back to finish what they had failed to do before and they walked among us all. Z'Aleel looked about, absorbing the details of this city so that he was familiar before settling here. One could even say that a stern hand was long overdue for this city. Soon enough the child of darkness would become the colonizer the world needed and luckily for the world, Dahlia wasn't the only place the Nimulli believed was up for grabs.
A shriek in the distance halted both the angel and the demon in their tracks. The sound boomed through the city of mayhem, echoing through the streets. The few lights in the windows of apartments immediately shut off. The civilians of this city were accustomed to random omens of terror like this. For them, it was protocol, for Z'Aleel, it was an invitation to a good time.
"Welp." the demon remarked as the duo turned to see the source of the noise. He whipped out a flask, unscrewed the top and took a sip. The Nimulli watched for a brief moment in awe as a dragon soared through the night's sky. It was small in comparison to other dragons, at least from the one he had memories of experiencing. The Dragon opened its mouth, shooting out a beam of lighting, mercilessly destroying an entire building.
Screams of agony filled the air. You would think that the Dragons attack would be enough to move the generic looking white man from where he stood, but the man didn't waver. With his Scythe on his back, he hardly seemed phased at all. Still, there was something oddly familiar about him.
"You think it'll eat that human?" Zael asked Luci. His hands were tucked safely within his pockets as they slowly moved towards the commotion.
"I wouldn't eat him." the demon said.
"We should help him." Za remarked as he approached from behind the Reaper Knight.
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