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Tetsuya left the alley, sheathing his sword. He knew what he had done was against his principle, and it contradicted what he stood for. All he knew for now was that he wasn't going to let this organization kill innocent demons. He made his way to a pub, hiding his sword under his cloak, and pulling his hood over his face. He looked up at the sign, which read Montgomery Pub, and stepped inside. He went up to the bar, and sat there for a while, and considered what his next move would be.

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Ex was tired from walking along the cold and dreary streets of London. He had decided to return to his place of birth from the small countryside settlements surrounding the capital city.

His sole reason for returning was that he had heard that his father's killers had become more and more active and he had to put an end to them. He had accomplished nothing and gained no information about the murderers, but he had still tried even after being turned down by everybody he had met.

He continued down the main road. It was raining and Ex's cloack had become very wet. He hated having wet clothes and decided to head to a Tavern or Inn of some sort. After a short walk Ex saw a small pub. It had a few people coming and going and seemed like a good place to get info. He headed in.

Ezekiel walked into Pub, sitting down at the bar and ordering a glass of Scotch. He'd decided to meet with the whoever had sent him the letter and see what they had to say, if he liked what he heard, he'd take on the job. If not, he'd give the man a simple 'No thank you.' and walk away with what he already had.

"Your drink sir," the bartender said, hand him the glass.

Ezekiel thanked the man. He sipped some of the drink and silently waited for his contact.

Strear pushed angrily forward on the sidewalk. Months now, it had been months and he hadn't seen a sign of demon or Holy Eye activity. The whole thing was very discouraging, and he had no idea where to look now. He could his arm almost glowing with heat under the cloth wrappings, it wanted revenge for what had become of its original owner. Man... he needed a drink. Heading into the first alcohol-serving place he could find (Montgomery Pub), he said "one beer please" and almost reached for his wallet with his left hand before remembering he shouldn't move it in public, and instead dug it out with his right arm.

Christian looked down at the body infront of him. The rain was beating down on him and the rest of the world without mercy. But he didn't care. The adrenaline was still pumping through his body, numbing both pain and cold.
The corpse was that of a woman. A Demon. And it and him were situatied in a narrow alleyway. The whole cenario reminded him so very much about that night when he had first met the two mysterious men. His teachers, and friends.
He looked to the right, at the person standing there. "So," he said, his eyes seeming to burn with a red flame. "Feel like helping me getting ride of this peice of trash? I warn you, this scum tend to be rather heavy. No matter if they are male or female."
As he spoke his yellow and sharp teeth were revealed, and combined with his eyes and black scales made him look like a demon from ancient history himself. He was the exept opposite though. He was a crusader. One out of many. In service of the power of good. Of God.

<"What is it that makes you want to kill me?"> A voiced whispered from the darkness. <"Why is it you thrive on the destruction of my family?"> It came again under the soft sounds of raindrops on the forest floor.

"You spilt the blood of the innocent, you monster!" A human voice rang out, it filled with dispair and concern."I know your here Zubari!"

A figure sat perched in the canopy of the trees watching the man aimlessly wander around in a clearing amoungst the massive trees. "Face me you foul demon!" The man bellowed, his voice loud and distinct as the rain came down with a chilling touch. Zubari glared on, rising to his feet atop the branch as a lone howl split the damp, moon lit air as more and more eyes peered from the shadows. The man spun around, yelling in fear and desperation, firing his sidearm into the shadows in a vain attempt to save himself, falling on his behind as the eyes moved closer and closer to him.<"All i do is watch over my own and you humans, and you repay me like this?"> Zubari whispered, his voice regretful and cold...The sounds of the night faded under the pale red moon as the eyes drew closer to the clearing, the low growls and laughter filling the night air even as the man tried getting to his feet on the muddy forest floor, only to meet the demonic eyes of Zubari who stood calmly before him.

The man looked to the wolf demon dazed, falling back down as he sat in Zubari's shadow, even trying to raise his sidearm to the demon's face only to miss just over Zubari's shoulder.

<"Kill him."> Zubari said calmly, the man's screams piercing every inch of the deep Belgian woodland as the demon turned his back to the doomed man."<We were loyal to you humans of this area, to protect and aid, just as i did with my own pack...I see though that our lives aren't worth much more than that?"> His words weaving into the blood drenched screams and to the man's ears.

"<I'll be sure remember that when I go see your family and friends tomarrow.>" Leaving the man cursing and yelling his name.

"<Your all dead to me now.>" Zubari whispered, his words as cold and lifeless as the wind that carried the sounds of the frenzied feast in the cool Belgian air.

Ezekiel looked around the Pub, something was bugging him about the patrons, some sort of aura they were giving off unnerved him.

"This guy had better get here soon," he said to himself, "Or I'm out of here."

"No need for that Mr.Abrams."

Ezekiel was startled, a be-cloaked figure had sat itself down beside him.

"I'm guessing that your the one who sent the letter."

"No Mr.Abrams, I'm one of his many underlings, you may call me Honorius."

"Well 'Honorius', what does your boss want me to do?"

"Are you a religous man Mr.Abrams?"

"I go to church on sundays, what of it?"

"Then I'm sure you know of demons."

"What are you talking abou-"

"Long ago demons gave up trying to conquer man and furry to live as normal beings in the world. Disguising ourselves 'lest the age old hatred between our race and the other two cause unrest."

"I think I should leave-"

"You do not believe me, then believe this!"

Honorius pulled back part of his hood to reveal nothing more than a skull, two pin-points of red light shining in the eye sockets regarded him. He let the hood down once again.

"Now that I can see I've pulled you into the light, I must now tell you of our plight. But not here. Follow me, we must move away from prying ears."

With that Honorius stood and walked towards the door, motioning for Ezekiel to follow. And, reluctantly, he did so.

In a huge, abandoned textile mill located in the countryside outside London, Nick sat down at a desk dissembling his colt pistol and cleaning it. He took up residence here since he was on the run a month ago.
It was the closest thing to being home and being a safe place. Inside the spacious run-down building lay only furniture and items not enough to fully furbish a small flat and a small shooting range with empty barrels as targets. He had a desk where he did most of his work and a small mattress on the floor. He also has a make-shift rack holding most of his weapons, usually stolen from the MI-5 armory before going into hiding completely. His arsenal including a trench shotgun, a Thompson submachine gun (the one without the barrel) a BAR, an experimental all-purpose silencer and the colt he is cleaning right now
It has been one month since he was forced into hiding, one month since they wrongly branded as a traitor/criminal, one month since he learned of the words ‘the Holy Eye’, one month since his fiancée was killed. She was a fox demon but Nick didn’t care. He only cared about whom she was, not what she was. Nick has been trying to find those responsible for taking everything away from him, the meaning of ‘Holy eye’ and what is their connection. Nick had a stockpile of books, which he had stolen of course, to find out what is the ‘Holy Eye’.
As Nick finished reassembling his colt, he thinks of his next move to make. As soon as he was done, he let off a quick shot which knocked down a barrel, in the very far end in the middle before ricocheting off to another barrel on the far left of the first barrel.

***

It was getting dark. Since Nick is a wanted man, he couldn't freely walk in public anymore, he had to travel by dark in a coat and a sewn on hood. Even then it's still dangerous for him. Nick spent days trying to know what is the Holy eye only to have reached a dead-end or meet up with dead contacts. He needed a break.
"I could use a drink" Nick thought to himself.
Nick wore his coat and place his pistol, attached with the silencer, in a holster inside the coat and made his way to the nearest pub.

***

Nick walked on until he saw the sign "Montgomery Pub". It was small, slightly crowded but he should be able to go in without being noticed. The counrty side is usually unaware of current affairs in the nation. Nick went in and walked up to the bar
"Barkeep, a pint of Guinness please" Nick asked the barkeep
"No problem, mate. Just wait a tic" The barkeep replied
A pint glass of dark gusiness lay in front of him. He took a sip savouring the taste and feel of the drink
"Bloody hell, that's good Guinness" Nick thought to himself.
Nick noticed a hooded man on his left but didn't feel it was necessary. Just have a drink and get out...but he may know something. Nick kept thinking about what he should do next while planning his escape incase "unwelcome guests" arrived

Jonathan sat at his typewriter..typing. He was working on yet another minor story, this one about some poverty and such stuff. Rather boring, really. The foreign correspondents, now they got to do cool stuff, like sneak around and find conspiracies and stuff. Lucky sods.

Jonathan was just finishing up the article to be submitted to his boss later that week when a knock came at the door.
“Just a second!”
Jonathan opened the door to his apartment. A girl walked in and sat down on the lounge.
Jon looked for a bit, checked his eyes, then pulled up a chair. She had bruises all over.
“Kat? Is that you?”
Kat grimaced a bit and sighed.
“Yeah it’s me.”
“But how? You left years ago, and you haven’t changed a bit!”
“Yeah, yeah..Jon, can I stay here for a while?”
“Yeah, sure…I think you have something to explain.”
“Another time. Jon, some people are chasing after me right now, and I need some time to rest.”

A few days later Jon had submitted his article and gotten paid. It wasn’t much, but it worked. He helped patch kat up, since she didn’t want to go to a hospital; all she would say is “The eyes are watching us.” It was rather creepy, to tell the truth. But he did manage to get some information out of her, namely that there was some “Holy Eyes” after her. All in all, rather crazy. But she did look to be a teenager, so crazy was becoming standard.

Jon walked into the pub with Kat. It was the first time she had gone out in public since she showed up, and Jon wanted to see her be sociable rather than lie about his house all day. So he got a chair at the table Strear was at, got Kat to sit down in it, and went over to the bar to buy some drinks.

Asmy walked into London, the town of all towns in England, what with the war going on. She continued her trek into town, she had traveled for days to get here and kept her presence low. She walked into a nearby building, abandoned and dilapidated. The structure had seen many street wars between The Eyes and Demons, but somehow remained standing. She burst open the door and went into the basement as quickly as she could. She knocked on the door, and someone appeared on the other side.
"Demons are treacherous"
The person said, waiting for the response.
"Use the Eyes to see all"
She replied this message passed onto her and the door opened, followed by a warm welcome from the doorkeeper.
"Welcome, Sister, to the outpost of the Holy Eyes."
She nodded to the man and proceeded inside.
I really don't like their style of hiding, but atleast it's something.
She thought this to herself as she continued along the corridor, wounded people smiled at her through bandages and gauze. They had been fighting with demons, and no ordinary ones, mind you.

Nick was almost finished with his drink until he decided to make small talk with the hooded man(Tetsuya).

"You ever had Guiness? Bloody good stuff" Nick said to the hooded man.

<"Zubari! Have you forgotten your place?"> One of the elders voiced from behind him, the sound of the others feeding still able to be heard. Zubari turned his head to meet the dark gold eyes of the speaker. Zubari bowed his head to the man, starting to speak before the elder cut him off."<Hold your tongue..>" He barked, Zubari's eyes stuck glaring at the ground as the sounds of the others died away with satisfying howls and barks.

<"Think about what your planning to do, think of the backlash that could befall the pack and of our allies if you go through with this. One by one things will unfold until we are isolated, only to be hunted down and exterminated."> His voice quiet yet harsh, making Zubari question himself.

<"Is it not bad enough that the Dog's have been questioning our ties with the humans and the territory we hold with in this area?"?> Zubari finally looking up rather annoyed at the mention of the Dog demons.<"Elder, with all do respect, those mutts are the least of my concern so long as the Fox Demons and the Panthers hold true to their friendship with us.">

The elder said nothing, letting Zubari turn to leave before speaking again.<"Someone is coming for you dear Zubari...I hope your ready to withstand the incoming storm."> He said in a low yet hostile tone, just as the rain picked up a bit with the sound of the approaching thunderstorm.

Zubari stopped once again as the others began to make their way back from their meal."<Fine...We'll move on at dawn.>" Zubari said back, the elder nodding slowly as they went back to their dens. Leaving the mutilated man to rot on the vast forest floor, the smell of blood and wolves drenching the air with a heavy and distinctive scent...One familiar with the area would know it was of Zubari's doing.

Tobias was sitting at an emty table, drinking his glass of brandy when he saw what looked like a dog demon walking in *heh, dont see many of those nowadays, they've been pretty much wiped out by the humans. oh well, it cant be helped* he finished his drink and called over to a barmaid "hey can i get some more brandy over here?"

Ex ordered a drink and took it to a small table in the corner. The corner was lit only be two small candles. He licked his thumb and forefinger and extinguished both candles, plunging himself into darkness. He sat, watching the various people come and go, noting at each demon his right eye allowed him to see.

He sipped his drink, waiting for something to happen. He could sense it, something was going to happen this evening, it had to. He had been looking for answers this entire time, something had to happen now.

Strear picked up his drink, taking a drink of the beer before setting it back down on the bar counter. It was at that moment that another patron walked in (none of the characters, just a random patron) and sat down, accidentally pushing his elbows outward and into Strear which made the latter lose his balance. Just before the fall, Strear nearly shot his left arm out to the side in order to stop himself from falling, but willed himself to ignore the urge and just let himself fall. So he braced himself for the impact with the floor, and it didn't dissappoint as the wooden floor slammed into his side at the climax of the fall. Anything it takes to hide the arm, those Holy Eyes people could be anywhere he thought as he layed on the floor, recovering from the sudden fall.