Thunder rolled loudly throughout the sky, the ground getting that vibrating sensation. Lightning crackled brightly within the clouds themselves, leaving forked streaks ripping through the sky downwards, tearing apart the air itself. This was just the start, and from the heavens rain burst from angry jet black clouds, it was true the clouds were not natural just from looking at them. The rain came down in a massive wave, leaving vision short for anyone walking in the flood of water droplets. A figure walked slowly along a stone paved path. The figure was wearing an over sized black cloak with a rather large hood pulled over the head. Water collected on the brim of the hood, dripping past the face of the wearer. Broad shoulders were standing out, for the figure was no weakling, built strong and toned it rivaled any other warrior, well defined muscles and what was called, an "eight-pack". But of course this was hidden away beneath the shadows of the cloak, the figure was evidently male, looking tall at six foot four. The details of the figure were unable to be made out from the heavy dark cloak, but as lightning streaked across the sky leaving it's bright flashes the cloak was not only dark, but blood stained. Obsidian boots thundered across the stone path. The darkly lit mansion ahead of the figure stood out on the lonely hill. Not a single other house was around. The figure continued walking towards the house, the distance quickly closing between the supposed hunter, and the hunted. Standing in front of a steel bar gate with expensive designs that you would see on any mansion the figure raised up his right arm so it was leveled at the gate. A gauntleted hand slipped out from under the cloak, it had a devilish look to it. The gauntlet that was no different from the left, had long inhuman claw like fingers, and further up it had jutting knuckles that pushed out over the first couple inches of the fingers, they were diamond shaped with a small beginning just a little before the knuckles and then widening out a bit and returning to a sharp point, with a top that jutted upwards then slanted back down. It was all obsidian, yet the part of the gauntlets that stood out the most, were the black, yes black diamonds that were embedded into the jutting knuckles. The rest of the gauntlet was fairly normal except for the small spikes that stood less then half an inch slanted backwards. The figure opened his palm, and time seemed to stop. The rain stopped moving to the figure as shadows tore from the night and were tentacle like slithering into the palm. The energy gathering formed into a ball growing larger and larger by the second. To anyone that was observing the ball would manifest itself out of nowhere when it was completed. This whole process proceeded this way to stop the user from behind vulnerable. Suddenly time resumed, and the energy ball cackled with shadowy power. With a roar of power it exploded forward. But the energy stopped, still trying to force it's way forward but halted by a barrier. Evidently the shadowy attack was meant to destroy this barrier because the gate would stand no chance on it's own. The barrier cackled with it's own silvery energy trying to stand up against the power....But to no avail. The energy exploded the barrier ripping apart and the shadowy power propeling itself forward. The gate was torn away instantly, the attack finally crashing into the mansion itself and exploding ripping out a behemoth sized hole large shards of wood being hurled around. The figure stepped into the mansion, the hole it created dripping already with the expansive rain fall. The moment those obsidian boots stood on the beautiful wood floors there was noise every from within the house. Decaying, black eyed people rushed towards the figure. Each had blood stained black fangs, and talon like fingers. Each wore the same tattered villager clothing. Suddenly the figure reached back behind his head and gripped a large tape covered handle. A chain hung off the end of the handle and the moment those gauntleted fingers gripped that handle the chain suddenly grew massive and wrapped it's way up the figure's arm, alive. The chain wrapped tight around the figure's right shoulder, and suddenly the figure drew the blade that was attached to that handle. The blade was much too large to even be called a sword, it was like an iron slab, rough, thick, wide, and nearly as tall as the user. The attacker's paused just a moment, and for them, it was a moment too long. The figure rushed forward pulling the blade back and swinging it in a horizontal arc. The blade ripped through decaying flesh and organs. Six attackers were suddenly destroyed all in one strike of the blade. The attackers shook with fear as the figure turned and lifted the blade and slammed it in an arc into another decaying zombie like man. The blade ripped apart the man in two, from the head to the pelvis. The blade moved with such momentum that it crashed into the wooden floor breaking it with ease. The blade lifted again this time the attacker's ready, and charging the figure again. The figure swung the blade in another horizontal arc ripping apart these decaying attackers. Black blood splattered everywhere with organs and flesh covering the ground. The figure turned and began walking up a set of stairs that were still standing by the behemoth sized hole where the entrance used to be. The cloaked man didn't bother sliding the blade back into the hidden slot on his back, instead he simple held the handle backwards, the blade pointed behind him, the tip dragging against the wood, tearing it apart without even trying. The figure stood at the top of the stairs when all too suddenly a woman stepped out of a door to his right. The figure turned his head towards the woman, who was by all means beautiful, seductive in a way, wearing clothes that stretched tight over a full hourglass form. The woman had long straight brown hair, and full red lips, with an odd set of eyes, the irises for some reason a slightly glowing crimson. The woman smiled, with a set of perfect white teeth. She began walking with swaying hips towards the figure, and spoke, with a seductive tone.
"I didn't think you'd be coming, 'Black Swordsman'." The figure offered no reply, and she continued. "Quiet aren't we?" She wrapped her arms around the back of the figure's neck, pushing herself up against the figure which still hadn't moved, one of her legs wrapping back around his. "Mm...Perhaps we can change that..." The woman bluntly kissed the figure's hidden lips which did nothing in return. The woman then began trying to pull the hood down and the figure stopped that with his left hand. The edges of silvery white hair showed now from the hood. And without warning, the woman suddenly unwrapped her leg from around his and with inhuman strength slammed a knee into his gut, her arms unwrapping from around his head as he flew backwards, crashing into a rail and falling back down to the first floor, his body slamming into the wood, which cracked and fell apart beneath him. The figure didn't move and the woman smiled walking slowly down the stairs. Suddenly the sounds of chains froze her in her place, and she looked down suddenly noticing one of the massive chains wrapped around her leg, the figure already in a kneeling position and slowly getting into a standing one.
"You tricky litt-" The woman's voice cut off as the figure suddenly pulled on the chain and the woman was flung towards him. He held up his left hand and grabbed her by the leg before she crashed into him. Holding her upside down he looked down at her. A smiled flashed across the figure's hidden lips as he hurled her into the staircase. What would have killed any other human obviously didn't work on her, because the woman was standing again. The 'Black Swordsman' suddenly rushed forward swinging the blade in a diagonal arc. The woman went to block but her arm was sliced roughly away. She screamed. Without warning the seductive form of a woman changed into a vile messy black haired, red skinned woman. To most this was a demon known as a succubus, a high ranking one among their kind. Wings spread from the succubus's back and she rushed forward with talon like fingers from her remaining hand. The blade went up to block it, but the pure force behind the strike sent the Black Swordsman flying backwards through two walls out onto the muddy grounds, rain pouring down still. The succubus walked towards him slowly, tauntingly. "Black Swordsman hmmm? The great apostle hunter! What a joke." She laughed...That was until her voice was cut off by a living chain wrapping around her throat. The massive blade was gone, instead there was a mass of chains, wrapping outside of the cloak around a good amount of the figure's body, end's hanging off him, dangling and clanking together. The chain lifted the succubus and pulled her towards him. The figure pulled back his hood finally, revealing the face of the Black Swordsman.
It was a noble, young, and handsome face. With medium length silvery white hair, thin lips, a strong jaw, and inhuman eyes. The right eye was pure white from a wound that had left a scar running from the figure's forehead down over the eye, to the jaw. The other eye gave off a slight glow, with a black slit and an eerie yellow iris. what should have been white was completely black, jet black like a never ending darkness. The Black Swordsman smirked.
"You won't get away with this!" The succubus choked out. But with that the chain that was wrapped around her neck jutted spikes. The succubus twitched and shook in it's death. Black blood poured down her neck, only to be washed away by the rain. The chain released the woman and let her drop. The chains unwrapped from around the figure's body returning into the massive blade. The figure slid it into the cloak and the slot that held it on his back. The handle stuck out to the right of the figure's head as the rain streaked across the swordsman's face, his hair sticking to his head. The man didn't bother pulling up the hood as he slowly began walking towards the gate he'd ripped apart, and slowly down the stone path.
[[The Last Bit Was Rushed So, Sorry. xD Hope Ya Liked It I Plan On Making A Chapter Two. Tell Me What Ya Thought of It, Score It From One To Five Please. xD]]
"I didn't think you'd be coming, 'Black Swordsman'." The figure offered no reply, and she continued. "Quiet aren't we?" She wrapped her arms around the back of the figure's neck, pushing herself up against the figure which still hadn't moved, one of her legs wrapping back around his. "Mm...Perhaps we can change that..." The woman bluntly kissed the figure's hidden lips which did nothing in return. The woman then began trying to pull the hood down and the figure stopped that with his left hand. The edges of silvery white hair showed now from the hood. And without warning, the woman suddenly unwrapped her leg from around his and with inhuman strength slammed a knee into his gut, her arms unwrapping from around his head as he flew backwards, crashing into a rail and falling back down to the first floor, his body slamming into the wood, which cracked and fell apart beneath him. The figure didn't move and the woman smiled walking slowly down the stairs. Suddenly the sounds of chains froze her in her place, and she looked down suddenly noticing one of the massive chains wrapped around her leg, the figure already in a kneeling position and slowly getting into a standing one.
"You tricky litt-" The woman's voice cut off as the figure suddenly pulled on the chain and the woman was flung towards him. He held up his left hand and grabbed her by the leg before she crashed into him. Holding her upside down he looked down at her. A smiled flashed across the figure's hidden lips as he hurled her into the staircase. What would have killed any other human obviously didn't work on her, because the woman was standing again. The 'Black Swordsman' suddenly rushed forward swinging the blade in a diagonal arc. The woman went to block but her arm was sliced roughly away. She screamed. Without warning the seductive form of a woman changed into a vile messy black haired, red skinned woman. To most this was a demon known as a succubus, a high ranking one among their kind. Wings spread from the succubus's back and she rushed forward with talon like fingers from her remaining hand. The blade went up to block it, but the pure force behind the strike sent the Black Swordsman flying backwards through two walls out onto the muddy grounds, rain pouring down still. The succubus walked towards him slowly, tauntingly. "Black Swordsman hmmm? The great apostle hunter! What a joke." She laughed...That was until her voice was cut off by a living chain wrapping around her throat. The massive blade was gone, instead there was a mass of chains, wrapping outside of the cloak around a good amount of the figure's body, end's hanging off him, dangling and clanking together. The chain lifted the succubus and pulled her towards him. The figure pulled back his hood finally, revealing the face of the Black Swordsman.
It was a noble, young, and handsome face. With medium length silvery white hair, thin lips, a strong jaw, and inhuman eyes. The right eye was pure white from a wound that had left a scar running from the figure's forehead down over the eye, to the jaw. The other eye gave off a slight glow, with a black slit and an eerie yellow iris. what should have been white was completely black, jet black like a never ending darkness. The Black Swordsman smirked.
"You won't get away with this!" The succubus choked out. But with that the chain that was wrapped around her neck jutted spikes. The succubus twitched and shook in it's death. Black blood poured down her neck, only to be washed away by the rain. The chain released the woman and let her drop. The chains unwrapped from around the figure's body returning into the massive blade. The figure slid it into the cloak and the slot that held it on his back. The handle stuck out to the right of the figure's head as the rain streaked across the swordsman's face, his hair sticking to his head. The man didn't bother pulling up the hood as he slowly began walking towards the gate he'd ripped apart, and slowly down the stone path.
[[The Last Bit Was Rushed So, Sorry. xD Hope Ya Liked It I Plan On Making A Chapter Two. Tell Me What Ya Thought of It, Score It From One To Five Please. xD]]
