Demon Form -
New York City – one of the biggest cities in the world, filled to the rim with humans, lost in the hustle and bustle of the night it makes for the perfect hunting ground for any demon. Of course they disguise themselves as humans, to make their demonic presence unknown and lost in the facade. But a rare few know that the demons lurk in the shadows, and that they feast on the weary, these people are the true saviors of our time, they are the demon hunters. Of course, they work at night, like the demons, and exorcise the bodies of their victims, sending the demons back to their creator – the devil himself. But there are demons that these people will skip – usually by accident, or because the demons are too powerful to be taken down by traditional means; but never before has there ever been a demon who has escaped purely because they were disguised too well... until tonight.
Braxton didn’t like pretending to be a human, it made him itch and feel funny all over. Let alone pretend to be an angelic human. Twitching, he looked down at his hands – they were smaller and smoother than his demon form, and the long yellow claws he was used to, were replaced by filed white nails. He felt like some kind of abomination – and one hell of an ugly one at that. But then again all humans were fairly disgusting creatures, with their soft skin, squishy forms, and fragile bone system. It was something that he hated being a part of, but in order for him to fulfill his lord’s wishes he would have to do this, to pretend to be an angel taken human form. At least since he was pretending to be one of those heavenly bastards he could act out his hatred for his human form, since all supernatural creatures hate being put into such forms as this.
Fighting the urge to change back into his traditional form, he made his way down the night streets of the city, looking for the home of the girl he was searching for. She had the blood of Michael in her and she needed to be eliminated before heaven found out about her existence. Of course their god would have known, and this made Braxton curious why he had not told his heavenly host by now, but had instead let it be leaked to his arch-enemy. But Braxton wasn’t here to work out the mechanics of it; he was here because Lucifer had offered him immense power if he took care of this little problem. Of course his lordship wanted to play around with their meal-ticket before killing her, and wanted Braxton to gain her trust and then murder her. Oh how he thought that it was a brilliant idea! He loved to play around with his prey before he went in for the chomp.
When he finally got to the flat in which was supposedly hers, he knocked on the door, hoping that she would answer soon (even if she was probably asleep) as by the feel of it, it would be raining soon, and no matter the species rain was never fun. He might be a cold demon from the underworld though that didn’t mean that he wanted to be out in the wet and get drenched. So pulling up the hood of his jean jacket he knocked again, this time with more haste, hoping that she would appear. He sort of wondered what this all powerful being looked like – probably just like any other human, ugly and with a horrid smell.
