-Skye-
Skye's eyes fluttered open slowly, some light shining on his face. His crystal blue eyes stared out of the window, and he forced himself to his feet. He pulled on his robes, and boots. He slowly put on a pure white mask, made out of ivory Bone, and pulled his hood up. With a quick movement, he attached his Longsword to his thigh, and stepped out into the street.
The sound of footsteps were behind him within five minutes of leaving his house. Skye turned, and faced the demon. It was larger than usual, and pitch black. It was a mirror of him. The two unsheathed their blades, and they clashed. A puddle nearby turned into pure ice, and slowly cracked and formed ice needles. "Glacies acus de Dolor!" He chanted, which was latin for Ice Needles of Pain, and they all pierced the Demon's brain and skull. With a quick movement, he booted the Demon onto it's back, and he turned to face atleast five more. He must have walked into a replication trap. He made a strange handseal like a cross, and light radiated from him. "Divine Strike." He whispered, and with one swipe of his blade, the Demons disappeared into a bloody mess. He figured the trap was gone, and he went home. He locked his doors and windows, and sat on his bed. Oh, how he hated Tuesdays.