He stopped at the door and sniffed a few times. He recognised the smell of the herbs just beyond the door - they were a kind that could ward off demons. He didn't know what they were called or where they could be found, but he'd used them once or twice on his own apartment. He needed them in his line of work, even if they could be insanely expensive.
He knocked a few times, not wanting to just barge in. She probably left the herbs above the door in case of a demon attack, and if someone barged in, even after calling, they could be easily mistaken for a demon. He knew he'd probably shoot first and ask questions later if someone came barrelling through his door.
"Ben?" Came the reply.
"Yeah."
"The door's open, come on in."
He pushed the door open and stepped straight through the invisible curtain of protective magic that extended down from the herbs, proving that he wasn't a demon. He closed the door behind him, "I hear your speciality is making weapons for killing demons."
"Yes..." she said, watching cautiously. He realised that the herbs were probably there to test him specifically, and now she was still trying to decide whose side he was on. After all, it was just as likely that he was here to kill the weaponsmith as it was that he was commissioning her. The demons had plenty of humans in their ranks these days.
"As I said, I need some repairs." He pulled back his jacket to reveal his two revolvers. They were old school, but then most of the weapons used in these wars were. He was just a little more modern than most. "Maybe an upgrade on these, if you can manage that. A medium told me something was brewing, and I intend to take down as many demons as I can."
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
I took the revolvers in my hand. He had passed the line of salt at the door so he either was human or a very powerful demon. It seemed unlikely that a demon would be hiring a human to weild him weapons that would only kill other demons. There werent millions of demon killing weapons in the world, barely a hundred or two. Most of them had been lost in previous wars or from passing to owners.
So it wasn't going to be cheap to make these old school revolvers demon killers, but it was definatly possible and with in my range of skills. It would take time, weeks. I turned the guns over in my hands and could feel Ben's stare while I examined them.
Then I set them down and looked up at Ben, "Would you like something to drink?" He followed me into the kitchen and I motioned for him to sit. He didn't.
"How long will it take?" He asked.
"A few weeks." I responded handing him a glass of wine and a list, "This are the things I need. You can find them I assume?" He nodded, "It won't be cheap, but it's worth it. Something big is coming."
All you need is 20 seconds of insane courage, and I promise you something great will come of it.
Christain hummed to herself gently, hoodie almost hiding her entire face as if she was the grim reaper. Rian took a drag of his cigerette out of annoyance and blew in her face, only to have the cig slapped out of his hand. He was bored and acting like an older brother. What was new? "Y'know Chris, you add a scythe and take away all your skin then you'll look just like Grimmy," Chris glared at her brother through crimson eyes. They were supposed to be at some war training with the others, but in all truth neither one cared about it.
"Bite me Rian," Christian spat and pushed off the wall she'd been leaning against, stretching her arms above her head. "I hope mom comes and rips you limb from limb for missing another training session." As if she'd called her herself a woman with long dark hair tied into a loose, low ponytail and crimson eyes strode up to them, anger obvious in her eyes.
"Rian, you're late. I suggest you get out there and start training. I want a hundred extre rounds out of you," Christian couldn't help but snort in laughter, "and you young lady! Do you know how much trouble I went through just to have the war general think about allowing you to fight." Chris stuck her tongue out in disgust. "A hundred from you as well Chris."
"But M-"
"Make it two hundred. I'll keep going," Christian glared at the ground as Rian stood off to the side, rolling on the ground laughing.
After their mom had left Christian slammed her foot into Rian's gut and went into a rage, pounding his chest, yanking his nose, even slamming his head into the ground below him.
**Yeah.. anyone can stop her... It might not make sense but I had to get it out there**
Oh, the tiger will love you. There is no sincerer love than the love of food. George Bernard Shaw
He nodded, "I know - I've got no illusions about either the expense or about what's coming. But I can pay, and I can defend myself against a demon or three, when push comes to shove."
Ben took a sip from the wine as he read over the list she'd given him. Holy water...not so difficult. Makes sense, it's the main part of an exorcism. Salt. Again, pretty easy, although I don't see why it's needed. Engraving tools?
He looked up, sipping at the glass again, "What do you need engraving tools for?"
She shrugged, "Mostly, designing a weapon to kill demons specifically involves forcing an exorcism on them, driving their spirit out of their main form, in other words. The rest of the design, partly the salt just makes sure the spirit can never enter a physical form again, and just fades away into nothingness. To help with the exorcism, I need to engrave the weapon involved with one of the prayers used in an exorcism. In this case, I'll probably need to put in more than one, since you'll want the guns putting their blessing on to any bullet they fire."
Ben nodded and looked back to the list. Silver was going to be one of the two hardest parts to find, and, from what he could guess, the hardest to weave in. She was probably going to apply it to the inside of the barrel or something, so that each bullet he fired would bear some residue of silver. He knew from previous study that rather than adding any kind of potency to the physical damage of the bullet, the silver would imprint itself on the demon's spirit and begin to degrade it.
The final part required was easily going to be the hardest. He was going to need to find someone with a keener connection to the supernatural than even the medium he usually visited, one who could work some kind of permanency ritual into the guns to make sure that the new components didn't waste away or anything, or interfere with the working of the weapon itself. No doubt guns were harder to do than swords and the like, the reason most hunters stuck to medieval weaponry.
He looked up at her, thinking for a moment that she was quite pretty. He shook the thought away, closing his eyes for a moment, No...with what we do, she's almost as likely to be killed as I am. And I just don't think I could go through all of that again...
When Ben opened his eyes again, he looked straight at her, the latent chill in his eyes having returned, "I'll get to work on finding this stuff tomorrow. Do you have anything I could borrow while you're working on my revolvers?"
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
I saw two people fighting and a lady walking off. He knew her. I was high up in the organization. I knew a lot of people. I saw a girl going at one of the male demons. I pulled her off him. "Easy there." He said. "We wil need both of you in the futer." I laughed
She turned red eyes on me, glaring. They were entrancing! I couldn't stop looking.
"How dare you?!" she screamed. Then she tried to hit me.
I grabbed my sword, Excaliber, and unsheethed it. "You don't want to mess with me. Trust me." I hissed. "I won't hold back because you are a girl."
Crystal:
I laughed as both are brothers picked us up. I smiled at her brother shyly. He was handsome, for an angel.
Cariad:
I smiled at the younger sister. She was really pretty. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I didn't know why. I was never like this. But i just couldn't stop starring.
"Something wrong?" she asked.
I shook my head. "Uh...no...nothing."
**Sure...That's fine.**
"This kind of love is not a product of reasonings and statics--it just comes-none knows whence-and can't explain itself. And doesn't need to." Mark Twain
Um....I know it's probably to late, but I was wondering if I could join? How bout it, Huh? I'm gonna add my perso now, but if you don't want me to join I'll delete it.
Name: Jinx
Age: 16 1/2
Race: Angel (for now)
Personality: Quiet in an eerie way. Never actually says much, but most of the time her actions make it clear what she’s thinking. When she does talk people find her voice hypnotizing. She envies anyone who has a happy family, for she’s been alone and angry half her life.
Strength/ability: Is a seductress, but at sixteen and practically a boy repellant she doesn’t appreciate it and mainly sticks to her complete and utterly vile strength of manipulating fire.
Weakness: Her father was a demon and led the war against angels 2 centuries ago. His power- fire. She often thinks of him and what she could become. By doing so she tries to stay far away from the angels and vice versa, making her anger grow. When she thinks of her father she tends to think fuzzy and stupid thoughts unleashing her fire. She can't swim because 1) she never wanted to and 2) it weakens her fire power for a certain amount of time.
I looked on from the corner of the room; playing with the flickering flame that appeared at the snap of my fingers. I'd never felt so much envy in my entire life. I watched as the happy scene played out in front of me. Senra and Cale, Crystal and Cariad; they were so happy in their bliss. Stay calm Jinx. Calm. You would think they didn't even know a war was about to hit. I snapped my fingers; the flame dispersed.
I sighed inwardly as the angel, Senra, jabbed a sword into the ground and stood facing her brother stubbornly. She and I had never been much of friends, but then again I wasn't friends with that many of my kind. In return for my nonsocial ways the angels often forgot I existed. Except for my mother, who I never see anymore. After she had me the demons found out an angel could produce a demon's child. It was Unheard of until then. She's being hunted and from what I know she was last seen in New Jersey.
**I hope that's alright. I'm new.**
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If I can impact one person, just one, with my writing before I die, then I've lived a great life
I came into this world wrinkled and ugly. And no matter how much I accumulate here, it's a short journey. I will go out of this world wrinkled and ugly. So I enjoy life.
I came into this world wrinkled and ugly. And no matter how much I accumulate here, it's a short journey. I will go out of this world wrinkled and ugly. So I enjoy life.
"This kind of love is not a product of reasonings and statics--it just comes-none knows whence-and can't explain itself. And doesn't need to." Mark Twain
I nodded and lead him to the opposite side of the apartment, my room. The room was pretty bare besides my bed and dresser and a chest at the foot of the bed. I knelt down at the chest trying not to think about the rather attractive man standing behind me.
I reached under the blankets and other random things until I felt the handle of the sword. I pulled it out of the chest and stood up. I turned around and nearly bumped into Ben. I stepped back and unsheathed the sword.
I rubbed my hand along the blade over the devil trap carvings and other charms engraved into the blade. I got lost in old sad memories for a moment and then sighed, looking up at Ben.
"Its one of the strongest demon killing weapons known to man." I replaced it into the sheath and handed it to him.
He held it delicatly but with power, he knew how to handle weapons obviously. "Did you make it?"
I smiled, "No, it was my fathers. It will kill almost anything. Be careful with it, if the wrong person got a hold of it, things could end badly."
All you need is 20 seconds of insane courage, and I promise you something great will come of it.
I'm gonna add my perso now, but if you don't want me to join I'll delete it.
