Zeniel's clawed hands hovered above his target. He could practically taste the soul below him. But just as he was about to slip his claws through the old man's chest, he stopped and looked up. "Hunter" he all but whispered. He let loose a low growl and fell into a defensive position. His wings stretched out, reaching the alley walls easily. Black claws scraped at snow as he bared his teeth, now dagger sharp, at the black form coming towards him. Once the hunter was a few feet away from the foot of the alley, Zeniel spoke. "So, whats up?"
"Do not attempt to deter me, monster." The man spoke in a low voice full of malice.
"Oh, monster," the half-demon made a face, "really? You couldn't think of another term?" he sighed. "Listen I'm not causing any trouble, this guy is almost dead already. Just" Zeniel cut off there, diving to the left as three blessed knives flew where his head and chest had been a moment before. "Hey! What's your problem, dude?"
"At the moment, you are."
"Right... well then, I'm sure we can work this out." Zeniel deadpanned. He didn't like this at all; he was going to have to fight the man. He bounded backwards, and climbed up the alley wall as a crossbow bolt flew past his ear. Damn, this guy has a good aim and a sharp eye, this won't be easy. I might even have to use my ultimate. He continued to dodge the different weapons as they were thrown at him. He made sure to never move outside of the alleyway. Eventually, the hunter had exhausted his supply of bolts, and had only a few knives left. Glowering darkly, the man drew a large broadsword from its holding place on his back. Zeniel smiled, this would be over quickly. He rushed at the man, coming out of the alleyway fully now. Using his clawed hands and feet, he deftly deflected the sword as it was swung at him. Until the man kicked him, square in the chest. Tumbling back a few feet, Zeniel looked up just in time to catch the sword heading for him. The man was putting all of his weight on to the sword, and Zeniel had to use both hands and all of his strength to just keep it away from his neck. "One last chance, buddy!" he called merrily. "If you just walk away now, I might not do it."
"You are in no place to make demands, demon."
"Ok, first of all I'm a half demon. Secondly, I did warn you." Zeniel's mouth opened wider and wider, reveling dark jagged rows of teeth, a smile stretching almost from ear to ear as his cheeks split unnaturally. Then, he screamed. The pitch was higher than a normal person's scream, or a normal demon's, for that matter. The sword started to crack, and the man dropped it and resorted to covering his ears after only a couple seconds. Zeniel's tail whipped out and lassoed the man's neck, hoisting him above the ground, leaving his legs dangling. Despite being thin, it was quite strong, and the red eyed child used it as an extra appendage. He slowly closed his mouth while the dark flesh on his cheeks melded together and melted away, to reveal skin of a more human tint.
"What.." the man stared in horror as he was held aloft.
"My ultimate." Zeniel explained smugly. "Or rather, a toned down version of it, anyway. See, I have a unique little gift that lets me create certain sound waves. Each species has a pitch that is harmful to them. I've memorized the pitch for both humans and most types of demons." He stood up and moved so that he was standing in front of the man. "Now, here's the deal, you get up and go back to whatever little base of operations you people have, tell them the I, the target, had already taken the soul and then escaped sometime during the battle. Then you can go home to you're daughter and relax. Kay?" At this, the man glared at him and started to struggle.
"How do you know about her? And why would something like you just let me go. There has to be a catch." he growled, tugging at the tail firmly wrapped around his neck.
"This." Zeniel held up a tattered photo of the man, a woman who must have been his wife, and a little girl. He had snatched it off the man during the latter part of the fight. "And no, there is no catch. I'm not going to ask you for any favors later, or come and take your soul in three years or whatever. That's contract demons. Do I look like a contract demon to you?" The man only glared. "Listen," Zeniel sighed. "I don't like offing people with family for no good reason. If you didn't have anyone waiting for you back home, I would be delighted to take your soul, believe me. I'm hungry and a clean soul like yours would be better than any of the stuff I can find out on the streets. So when I let you down, you better scram real quick. And don't even think about it." The man had reached down to grab one of his remaining knives, only to realize that they were by his feet, along with his crosses and the crossbow. Zeniel grinned. "Since I'm a half demon, I can touch religious objects for a short time if I use my human form." He held up one of his hands and waved it as the black claws retracted, leaving a perfectly normal hand. He took the photo from his clawed hand and held it out to the man, who took it silently. Slowly, he lowered the man to the ground, far enough away from his weapons to give ample time for retaliation. They stared at each other until the man slowly backed away into the mist. "Well, that's over with!" Zeniel clapped his hands and bounded towards the alley. Halfway there, he stopped. He could sense there was a demon nearby, one that was probably older than he was. "Ok, what in satan's name is up with people today! I know your there. If you're going to fight me, do it now. I'm hungry."
