Darren
Darren paused. A young voice had called out from the desecrated building he had just left. It sounded so sweet. So innocent. Like puppies and kittens and rainbows and unicorn farts. Unfortunately, the smell was a bit of. Almost like... a whole heaping pile of bullshit.
His eyes narrowed as he warily drew the twin blades. No little girl could have survived this long. He considered moving on, but the demon he'd decided to stalk was gone, and he'd lost track of it's presence. He looked back at the building. A little Admiral Ackbar popped up in his mind, proclaiming "It's a trap!". Although he ignored most of the voices in his head, this one had a point. There was definitely something fishy about this. Sensing around for a whiff of demon, he felt the power of the being calling to him. To his surprise, she felt like both angel AND demon. Curiosity got the better of caution, and he slunk back into the building, keeping to the shadows.
"Is someone there?" the girl called out. But she looked in the wrong direction. Darren crouched low, trying to avoid detection. He couldn't make up his mind about this girl. The power he sensed around her was strange. Equally puzzling, she seemed to have no sense of his presence. This had been bugging him for a while now. He was able to feel the power of demons and angels nearby, and from what he had observed they seemed to be able to do the same with each other. It was like the power they held created a sense of pressure in this magic-less world. You could even tell the difference between demonic and angelic power. But none of them had ever been able to sense him. Even normal humans carried some small whiff of energy, but nothing seemed able to pick up on him.
Unfortunately, he was still vulnerable to other sense. A dog he hadn't seen before started snuffling, it's keen nose pointing in his direction. This one had a strong sense of power around it, clearly demonic. Shit. Definitely a hell-hound. Which makes her some kind of demon in disguise. God dammit. Knew this was a trap.
Suddenly, the dog started whimpering. He raised an eyebrow. He didn't smell that bad did he? Looking down at the ragged, torn clothes he was wearing, unable to quite remember when he'd last found a functioning shower, Darren reconsidered that last observation.
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOM. The ground behind Darren crumpled under the weight of the impact, and Darren spun instantly. Just in time for a gorilla-sized fist to slam into him with the force of a thousand angry gods. Well, maybe not Gods. But certainly one very angry, very ugly looking demon. He was sent flying, and bounced once before coming skidding to a stop right in front of the little girl. So much for laying low...
The demon that had punched him bellowed it's challenge. It's face was a hideous mess of fangs and two hate-filled eyes, with jagged horns sprouting from it's head. It was a stocky, thickset thing, with ridiculously large muscles rippling along it's deformed body. It's arms were far longer than it's relatively short legs, and it hunched forward, almost like a gorilla. In it's right hand it held what looked like an incredibly sharp, onyx kitchen knife, but Darren knew that to him it would be a long-sword.
So, this is how I die. At this point Darren was just about ready to pucker up and kiss his ass goodbye. The thought saddened him. He didn't really want to say goodbye. It was a rather nice ass. It had always been there for him, and over the years they'd grown somewhat attached. Though he normally wouldn't associate his lips with something that hadn't seen a shower in God-knows how long, in this case he'd make an exception. He even managed not to soil himself when the demon let out a roar of anger, throwing itself at him. No, Darren and his ass would go out with dignity. He tensed, arms coming up as the demon...
...sailed right over him. At the 'little girl' thing behind him. Immediately, Darren was up on his feet, angel blade and shattered demon blade in his hands. He was ready to either launch into the fray, blades swinging, or run screaming like a twelve year old girl. The second option was considerably more appealing given the circumstances, but he wanted to see how this fight would play out. A small grin spread across his cheeks. Darren and his ass would live to see another day! Well, maybe.