Adrian silently wandered through the streets, his long white coat covering most of his body. His boots hit the ground softly as he wandered, his eyes glancing left and right. He wasn't likely to find what he was looking for, but he had to try. He walked the street, ignoring the people watching him. His hands were stuffed in the only pockets exposed on his body. Under the coat he wore he wore black slacks, and a grey button down shirt.
It was late so most of the children in the area would be sleeping. But he wasn't expecting to have someone walk up and offer their child to be sacrificed to the demonic powers he represented. He smirked darkly as his corrupted side began taking over. He wandered down the street, stopping when a pair of men stepped out in front of him. Both were armed with knives.
"Give us your wallet pal, or we're gonna have to fuck you up." one said.
"Really? Well you're welcome to try if you want." he said, his hand coming from his pocket.
As the first one came out he extended his hand, willing the devil's Teardrop forth, the man impaling himself on it. The other stared in horror as Adrian kicked the man, forcing him off the blade before he stepped forward, his blade coming around in an arc, cutting through the man's head. He turned and crossed the street as the man's head slowly split apart blood spraying from the wound as the Devil's Teardrop returned to it's pocket dimension.
"Pathetic creatures... Only the creme de la creme will ever really live. These people will be very lucky to survive." he muttered to himself.
He continued through the streets until he saw her. A young girl about five or six. Walking down the street carrying a bag of groceries. He could only wonder what she was doing up so late getting groceries. Probably gathering them for her drunkard father or mother. Her life couldn't be all that good at home. Judging from the shiner she had anyway. The black eye was the only blemish on her exposed skin but he knew there were probably worse wounds under her clothing.
He walked over, grinning darkly as he passed by. He summoned his sword out and turned, covering her mouth as he drove the blade in her back and out her chest. He closed his eyes, hearing the scream of pain and death she gave out against his hand. It broke his heart but at the same time he had some form of sick thrill from it. willing the blade away he let her fall to the ground before taking her head off. He once more positioned her the way he wanted, and drew the two circles. He drew the runes as best he could between the two circles. He lifted the brush that dripped with blood and took a vial he'd stolen from the chemistry lab. He dipped the brush in and watched the blood drip into it. He was careful to avoid blood getting on him once again, though some did get on his hands as he gathered the blood.
"...Vitas, mortes, caredo." he muttered before walking away.
At this point in the day nobody would have seen him, though any that did would never be able to identify him. And any cops hearing about a sword that appeared out of nowhere or disappeared into thin air would probably just believe they were on some form of drug. He would be hard to track down but he knew that if he wasn't more careful he'd be caught. But by then he wouldn't care. He would be powerful enough to kill anyone that came after him.
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