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Azazel
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Original poster
371 after the coven sank in the darkness, a figure in the shadows, a cycle renewed, the old one walks again, the circle closed.
15 years after the Stnj organization was ambushed and Amon and Robin went MIA, their old group reformed. Whispers that Robin and Amonan S-Class hunter were alive surfaced. The man stood at the window. He remembered when his mothers witch gene activated it was a tradegy. He knew Amon was afraid of his own birth right. He didn't like Witches because of mother. His older brother knew this well. Amon never talked of him, after Tobins witch gene manifested. He could control shadows make them thicker firm things from them nothing like weapons more like darts or walls that could stop or slow movement, but he was still learning. He was a Hunter as well, but he was presumed dead, by everyone except the secret X- class hunters of which there was only 3 below that was Amons level which was the "Official" highest level.
He wondered what his brother was doing was he alive? His phone rang and he picked up. "Be at Grand central station in 30." The line went dead, but he already knew who called his secure phone. Like his brother his looks were brooding with long widow peaked black hair except he had piercing blue eyes and beard kept short. He removed his Orbo cross necklace and slipped it across his neck. Tucking in his silver button up into his black jeans he grabbed his trench coat and greeted the cold nights air. Another assignment was under way. With the normal Stnj low on resources and man power due to the Tokyo incident all stations globally suffered. Tokyo was the largest or so they were told. Work was double time now
15 years after the Stnj organization was ambushed and Amon and Robin went MIA, their old group reformed. Whispers that Robin and Amonan S-Class hunter were alive surfaced. The man stood at the window. He remembered when his mothers witch gene activated it was a tradegy. He knew Amon was afraid of his own birth right. He didn't like Witches because of mother. His older brother knew this well. Amon never talked of him, after Tobins witch gene manifested. He could control shadows make them thicker firm things from them nothing like weapons more like darts or walls that could stop or slow movement, but he was still learning. He was a Hunter as well, but he was presumed dead, by everyone except the secret X- class hunters of which there was only 3 below that was Amons level which was the "Official" highest level.
He wondered what his brother was doing was he alive? His phone rang and he picked up. "Be at Grand central station in 30." The line went dead, but he already knew who called his secure phone. Like his brother his looks were brooding with long widow peaked black hair except he had piercing blue eyes and beard kept short. He removed his Orbo cross necklace and slipped it across his neck. Tucking in his silver button up into his black jeans he grabbed his trench coat and greeted the cold nights air. Another assignment was under way. With the normal Stnj low on resources and man power due to the Tokyo incident all stations globally suffered. Tokyo was the largest or so they were told. Work was double time now