Inquisitors; Rulers Of Past

Random Encounters

The Jared slumped on the ground was slowly losing hope minute by minute. There was backup, but then the daemon had destroyed his only link to the outside world. Captain Reynolds would do a good job in the dome, but then, he needed more Intel on what he was fighting.

He groaned as he tried to move his tattered, bloodied leg. He tore a piece of his coat and tied it around his leg, lucky that he had the handkerchief in his mouth or he would have bit his tongue already. Slowly, he got to his feet, limping to whatever direction he thought was the way out of this hellhole. He fell a couple of times but still got up. He didn't really think he'd get out but at least, he had to...

A low hiss in the darkness behind made him stop dead in his tracks. He continued to move, increasing his pace. He stumbled on the rough terrain and turned around, his fist brimming with licht energy.

"Don't you dare come any closer!" He managed to yell, his voice shaky, filled with fear. The daemon appeared, although only its silhouette could be seen. The creature stood still, looming over him. Jared, with no other choice, charged at it.

Barry washed off the blood from the stitched up wound. He walked up to his coach and settled down, letting out a long sigh. He turned on the television, skipping through the numerous channels, from news about celebrities to news about a dome or something around that. He turned it off after a few hours, bored. He walked to the window and looked outside, letting the fresh air wash over him. He watched the horizon of the sky, the sun that had gone past midday and the birds and planes that were high up in the sky. He looked down seeing the people moving to and fro. He noticed us Shield cars zipped across the street. Wherever they were going, he had no idea. Probably some daemon, or some rogue licht user causing some mayhem in Detroit. His mind shifted to his spear but he brushed it aside. No, he told himself. He should just let the Shield handle it. In the meantime he would just go to the bar and have a couple of drinks.

He opened his door only to hear a loud and piercing scream. Without thinking twice, he rushed downstairs, catching a glimpse of a large black figure rushing down the stairs. He reached the reception to see the frightened attendant, who was frantic, pointing towards the bar. Barry rushed to the bar.

The daemon was 7 feet tall, with a three bright yellow eyes, its middle eye between the two other ones. It had thick black skin with streaks of white cracks forming all over it. There were long spines on its back and its long sharp teeth shone brightly. It was turning to its white phase, Barry knew that all too well, and he also knew how dangerous that would be. He rushed at the daemon and landed a well-placed; and charged, punch on its chest. The daemon flew back, crashing into to the long row of assorted beer that were lined behind the counter. Without wasting a second, Barry tackled it, pushing it back down, continuously punching it in the face. The daemon caught his hand and with brute force, Barry was kicked halfway across the room. Before Barry could get up, the daemon was already in front of him. It landed a hit right in his stomach, causing Barry to cry out in pain. The daemon giggled, holding Barry by the head and pointing a finger at him. The tip of his clawed finger began to produce a small bright red ball of energy. Barry smiled at it, confusing the daemon. Seizing the opportunity, Barry pushed himself forward, wrapping himself around the daemon's arm, crushing it slowly. The daemon was forced to loosen its grip and stop its energy ball. All of a sudden, the daemon fell on one of its knees. Barry untangled himself and dropped to the ground. Holding the daemon's head with both hands, he kneed the daemon in the face.

The daemon fell to the ground, unconscious. Barry took some steps back, sitting back on a pile of broken furniture.

"Damn you've got some skills, Paul" Barry commented his helper, "Where'd you learn to fight like that?"