What was once a great city of trade, fashion, and one of the most populated places for its small size in America, has now turned into a torture chamber for the poor souls who'd not been gracious enough to escape before the bridge from the island to the rest of America collapsed. Those who tried to swim across either died from the contamination of the water by human, animal, and demon blood alike---or became prey for the murky hellish being that lived underneath. Today was oddly quieter than usual. Chirping of one eyed cricket demons, and the cawing of hungry packs of fiendish Bloodbirds could be heard echoing throughout the blood red day. Winds brought in rust, dust, and sand through the air, making it slightly difficult to breath in the desertous, ruin like terrain.
Buildings were broken down, blood stained glass seemed to be 'in fashion' now and days. With scattered body parts and pools of blood made waste on the paved yet broken apart pavements and streets. The sound of a woman screaming could be heard blocks, upon blocks on end. She was running down the street, clothes ripped apart, blood soaked and fear in her eyes. She looked back only to see that she had been running from the same demonic foes for probably hours now, only they were getting closer and she was getting more tired... Walking towards her direction subtly, was a small framed boy, with a hood over his head, and he was dragging something behind him in his left hand as it made a screech sound against the rugged pavement. There seemed to be ear-buds playing loud music with a lot of bass in his ears. The woman tripped over a limb as she still had her head turned around and she looked around to see what was in front of her, she froze. She looked up, and saw the boy just standing there, staring down at her. They stared at each other for a good five seconds, crows and bloodbirds cawing in the background...all she could see was his blood red eyes through the shadow that was caused by the hood he wore. He looked up from her silently, and saw three demons running their way.
"I'm going to need for you to get behind me, this might be rough." He spoke to her softly. She paused for a brief second then got up, and did as what she was told keeping a safe distance. It wasn't long before the three demons arrived--- stopped---stared at the boy with the Scythe dangling from his left hand---and begun to laugh and mock the boy, and he just took the buds out of his ears and placed them in his pockets. Compared to them, the boy was small and fragile. The normal demon usually stood at Six feet and five inches tall, slender and lanky with long claws and usually distorted faces with golden or blood red eyes. Though there were many types of demons, these were the most common, and luckily the weakest."I will give you on the count of three, to turn around and leave this woman be...one-" The boy begun to count as though the demons didn't even phase him.
Before he could continue to count one of the demons stepped forward and ran towards the boy with it's claws."So be it..." The boy said quietly, while simultaneously grabbing his scythe with both hands and swung it in front of him towards the demons and a wave of pure purple energy, a mimic of the blade of the scythe, sliced through the air towards the demons, severing one of the demon's legs right off. The demon stopped, and the other demons stopped laughing. Everybody was watching everybody. Then the boy swung again, and again and again. Purple mimics of the scythes blade emitted from it---until each of the demons arms and legs were on the ground and the demons belly flopped with the head attached screaming in agony. The demons comrades looked at their falling ally befuddled. The boy snickered with a hellish grin, his body vibrated from left to right inhumanly for no longer than a second, with a small circle of fast wind trailing around the boys feet, when the vibration stopped, an outline of his body remaining immobile in the position he was in, but somehow the boy appeared in front of the next demon in the same fashion that he disappeared when he was where he was before. The boy was in mid-air with his scythe in the perfect position only to slice the demons head right off. Blood squirted up from the demons neck, but before the blood could even touch the boy he teleported again though he was no where in sight.
The last remaining demon looked all around, breathing hard, fearful. He didn't know if he should run or try and avenge the deaths of his comrades, but before he could answer that question to himself, a blade of purple energy cut the demon straight down the middle. The boy walked towards the woman, with his scythe in hand, though somehow it dematerialized into little specks of purple light."You are free to go, take haven in a church...it's rare to see a demon there." He said to her, walking towards her, though she only screamed and pointed past him. He turned around, towards where she was pointing. A few feet behind him was a large black fly of some sort that swooped down and lifted the demon that lost its limbs, though it was still alive...smiling at the boy with a devilish grin. He stared up at it as it floated away into the cloudless red sky..."Wh-what's your name?" The lady asked the boy as she walked up to him. He turned his head to look up at her. He paused for a few seconds, as though as he didn't know what to call himself anymore. He broke eye contact awkwardly and begun to walk into an alleyway up ahead."It's Lu." He said finally, then he teleported, and disappeared.