Mayumi looked through the door of the dojo they were supposed to train in. It was like any other one with wooden floors and lots of open windows. Yet one thing that stood out was a scroll on the back wall that had a strange marking on it. Then she turned back outside and called to Sayako, "Saya the dojo's like any other one, just with a strange painting. C'mon we best wait for the other team to get here." May turned back around again and went inside, dropping her duffle bag right next to the door. The feeling of a light breeze felt nice as she walked around, studying the room.

Saya heard May and followed her inside. "Why is painting strange? It's just a painting of some kind." She then pulled out her laptop from her bag and started searching about the painting. Then put it away after a few minutes after finding nothing. "It probably has no worth. There's nothing about it. Well if we're going to wait I think I'll practice a bit." Saya started stretching before getting on with practice strikes.

Shiro yawned as he walked down the halls of the dojo. He had a chocolate bar in his mouth, while his hands were placed behind his head. He did hear about the new comers, but wasnt really interested. "Bored..." he mumbled as he looked out one of the windows. Shiro made a face before heading for the doors. He'll just wander around again. Or maybe sleep. He didnt have much sleep the past few days, so that actually sounded good. Though at the same time... he wasnt tired. The vampire letted out a heavy sigh, his head hung low.

Dawn's red fingered light filtered through the obsidian canopy of night's sky, the herald of a new day. But it mattered not to the figure standing high atop a skyscraper the wind ruffling his black hair. Far below him the mortals and monsters went about their routines unaware of what exactly stared down at them. Unknowing of the desire that watched their movements and read their thoughts with a hunger born of an immortal evil old as time itself. But that unawareness only feed his hunger. For he was a demon, a child of hell's chaos born of fallen angels who rebelled against God and where thrown down into a world of shadows,pain,and fire. But ancient history was meaningless in this demon's mind. Rebellion and sin were words and nothing more for him.


" My prince the preparations are going well, your army grows stronger by the day." A voice spoke it's tone decidedly dark and harsh as if it's vocal cords had been singed by flames.


While a mortal might shied at an disembodied voice this demon in his midnight dyed clothing merely smiled a smile that was not remotely human. For this voice was his herald the man who ran his realm while He the prince sported himself with mortal women and learning of the strength to be found here in the world of mortals.

" Very good." Was all he replied with in a voice smooth as silk that rang with slight musical tone. Many women had been seduced by his voice alone for it seemed to hold everything you could ever want. It was the voice of a angel corrupted by sin and seduction and it's owner knew it's power. And yet he treated his voice as a musician would a treasured instrument using it only on the big day so to speak.

Leaping from his lofty perch the demon sped to the ground nearly 90 stories below. The sound of the wind sang it's melody in his eyes,a song that enticed him almost as much as a woman's beauty for it's lyrics played to his love of speed. But as with all things it was over before it could be fully enjoyed and so he hit the ground lightly as if he had been a feather. Brushing off a few stray leaves that had flown alongside him from the trip down he strolled to a car black as the night sky before the herald of daybreak arrived. Sliding over the hood he opened the driver's side door and got into it. A simple twist of a key and off he went down the city street.

Shifting up the engine of the car roared in all it's glory as he drove with reckless abandon. Dodging cars with an ease no mortal would ever match he sped off for today was a day of days. Today the woman of a martial art's team would arrive in all their glory. And while the sport they would offer would be pleasurable this demon always put business before pleasure. No for the time being they where part of his effort to understand the strength here on Earth. And such it would not do to be late to the training camp here in the land of the rising sun.

The dawn rose higher now bathing the eastern sky in a brilliant canopy of gold and red no painter could match. Onwards the demon sped in his car as if to outrun this sphere of divine light. The shadows of the western sky gathered deeper as if in rebellion of the light that stole the night away. With this battle of night and day raging over his head the demon pulled into a parking lot set amongst trees and parkland. Killing the engine this Prince of the Hidden Hell stepped out of his car. Closing the door he locked it dumping the keys into a pant pocket after turning on the alarm although such things were for show. Walking briskly away he strode from the second of three pleasures he had come to enjoy here in the mortal world.

The training camp lay just beyond the parking lot and so it was not long before it's Dojo was in sight it's halls and peaked tile roofs a physical embodiment of what those who came here did. Naturally his arrival at dawn would make the gate guard suspicious but all men have their secrets and things they wish to protect. The gate guard had an addiction to various drugs and a family of sorts, for a Demon ensuring this mortal's corroboration with his more illicit activities had been child's play.

" Are they here yet?" The demon asked with a edge to his musical voice.

" Not yet they are supposed arrive soon though sir." The guard replied with a slight shakiness to his tone. The mortal had seen a brief glance of the demonic nature of this Prince who hid in a human shell.

With his question answered the demon strolled past him as if all he had done was ask for the time of day. His steps took him into the Dojo proper past a cobble stone pathway that wound around traditional Japanese gardens and ponds where fish played in their crystal depths. But the peace and beauty of such things were lost on this child of fallen angels.

"Good Morning Katsuro, your up early." A voice said to his left as he entered the main hall. It belonged to a woman garbed simply if fashionably considering her job. She and a host of other servants kept this place neat and orderly during times when they were no students to do so. But with the arrival of students she cooked the meals that fed them and did other assorted tasks considered beyond the duties of a student.

Katsuro,the name he had chosen when he came to this world for his demonic name had no place here. A fitting name in many ways for it meant victorious son. But still it felt odd to be called by a mortal name and often he had to forcibly remind himself to answer to it.

" Yes I suppose I am Mei but dawn has a haunting beauty don't you agree." He replied his voice once more weaving a seductive melody that trapped the unwary and the foolish. He had often amused himself with this girl for her mind had been particularity weak willed. Of course now was not the time for pleasure so he left the poor girl lost in the spell his voice wove. She would come to in but a few moments and as a bonus would not remember seeing him just now.

Up the stairs and to his room for a quick shower and a change of clothes. Such a mundane act bored him but his human shell had it's drawbacks as well. And these mundane acts of grooming where one of them. Wasting little time he soon was washed and changed his clothes once more of the darkest hue. Black and nothing else made his wardrobe up for shadows where his domain. Black slacks with a light black silk shirt worn open matched with polished black oxfords,even his socks were black. Running a brush through his hair he put it into some order. And with that came the second of this human body, the need to feed.

Once more down to the main hall and more importantly the kitchen off it's left side. Although it was early his voice and abilities of persuasion saw him score and early breakfast. Eating it with a rapid efficiency Katsuro wandered over to a shadow draped corner of the main hall to await the next piece of the puzzle so to speak.Blending in with ease he waited in the shadows with all the patience of a hunter.

His vigil was a short one for the students of the dojo had barely finished their breakfast and morning chores before two woman walked into the main hall unaware of his presence for as the Prince of the Hidden Hell he could blend in almost anywhere he should chose. He listened passively as they spoke to each other while studying the room and the artwork. And as one of them dropped her bag next to the door the other one began a series of form and striking practice. He watched her practice for a few moments before stepping out into the open.

"Nice moves but when you punch don't throw so much of your shoulder into it. And keep your feet evenly spread out or a good hit is going to see you kiss the floor. And keep your arms closer to your sides otherwise you are not going to be able to block efficiently." He spoke to the girl practicing and smiling at the other one.