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"Oi, you interrupted my aim. Thank you very much for that. You're really that certain that a simple demon like that had to be killed? You couldn't spare a life?" A stranger greeted Devan. He unsheathed his blade and swung it, only stopping the sword inches away from decapitating the young man's neck. The exorcist examined the stranger. A small robe covered a white sweater, and a crucifix neclace hung from the low opening of the robe. At the statement of why Devan killed the demon, he concluded two things very quickly: one, the man in front of him was an excorist. Two, he didn't side with Devan's sort of exorcists. No, he was willing to make that forbidden pack. Devan shook his head. "And who are you to judge? I do my job, you do yours. That's how the world revolves."

His menacing eyes locked on to the sight of the newcomer, seeing if he would react. Instead, an explosion occured from behind the man. A car had blown up because of the work of demons. However, Devan's eyes still didn't focus on anything else but this newcomer, who turned around and challenged Devan. "Hey, kid." He said, pointing to one of three demons. "That one, only that one. Got it? Who ever gets the kill first wins." Devan didn't take the challenge as the boy smirked and went off to kill the targeted demon. Instead, Devan looked at the two demons from the car crash, who were facing him, and drew a pistol and his sword.

"He has his kill, I have mine." Devan muttered, before the fight began between the two demons and him. Amazingly enough, he wasn't noticed by other humans; they were all running away in fear of the unexplained car crash. As soon as the fight is over, I have to run away... Again... Devan thought. Just like every other freaking time...