“Have you ever torn a man in half?” [b]The Vampire Hunter was sitting around in his warehouse, sitting on a large, black leather couch. He didn’t have any plans that day, so the Priest and him had been talking about their different exploits in their hunter experiences. They were both hunters of the supernatural, be it ghost, and goblin, or vampire. The Vampire Hunter had made the previous comment, lowering his wife-brim hat. [/b] Priest: “No, at least I don’t recall doing it. I use crossbows, not melee. Sometimes I swear you forget I’m just a normal guy and not a homunculus like you and Huntress.” Vampire Hunter: “Don’t forget Athena.” Priest: “Yes, yes. And Athena.” [b]The Priest was a young man, maybe in his late-twenties at the most. He wore a white trench coat, and that was all was able to be seen. He was behind a desk, his own hat pulled down over his face. He was reading away at a book, possibly a Bible considering his profession. The Vampire Hunter was dressed as the Priest, but in pure black. His face was completely unseen, as if something was covering it. Suddenly, the Huntress bursts through the door.[/b] Huntress: “Hunter! You need to go outzide! Now! I tried to handle it... But I can’t! Go! Now!” [b]Fear was apparent in her voice, her accent edging itself as she began to panic. The Vampire Hunter didn’t even say a word, he just began walking. He walked right through the door, ready for anything. If it was enough to scare the Huntress, it was probably enough to make him a little uneasy. When he got outside, he realized just why the Huntress was scared. The thing was massive, thousands of black tentacles and paws flinging themselves everywhere. It was as big as a building, a mammoth of a creature. It didn’t even seem to have a form, it was just one giant mass. But it seemed to recognize that Vampire Hunter was near, because it stopped dead in its tracks. It began to shift, shrink down into something looking like a person. It shrunk down into the shape of a woman, that fact only partially hinted at by the shape of its hips. The other telltale sign, was the voice.[/b] Creature: “It has been long since I have seen one of your talent... Tell me... Do you plan to kill me? Allure me? Incapacitate me? Probably one of those... But I am not here for wanton destruction... If I was, your pretty little huntress would be dead, Charles. Yes, your name! One not heard since... When did you change it last? It was in France, correct? When you killed that child?” [b]It seemed it was trying to goad him into aggression with the mention of such heinous acts, but the Vampire Hunter only smiles his toothy smile more, the flames of his eyes glowing brighter.[/b] Vampire Hunter: “You think I’m ashamed of what I’ve done? Hell no. That’s like a businessman being ashamed of selling something, or a politician being ashamed of lying. It’s my job, and I’m damn good at it. And whatever you are, you’re dead already. Just by trying to piss me off.” [b]The thing moved towards him more, her very slender figure moving smoothly. She stood at exactly his height, seven feet eight inches. She smiled, a red smile creeping across her face. It went from where her left ear would be to the right. Her fingers reached out, to the Vampire Hunter’s face. She grabbed around his cheeks. For some reason, he couldn’t resist. It confused him, and frustrated him. He thought it was some magic bullshit, but he could never be sure.[/b] Creature: “I am not here to kill anyone, or even hurt anyone. I am here for you, to take you out of the picture. I am one of atonement, and you have much to atone for.” [b]The thing’s hands began to burn, began to hurt. They hurt. Usually the Vampire Hunter would’ve enjoyed such a sensation, but this was... Different. Like it wasn’t just hurting, but doing actual damage. She took her hands from his face, looking at her again. That was when it plunged its hand right into his chest, ripping out his heart. He looked shocked. He fell to the ground at this point, and the thing lowered his heart into its mouth, swallowing. He wasn’t dead, but he wished he was. Pain. All the pain he’d ever caused, all being rushed upon him. His chest began to heal, but when it was done, he felt weak, tired.[/b] “Let us see how you fare here without your abilities, hm? How well you are at hunting?” [b]It sat down beside him, waiting for another to show up.[/b] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]