Wings

Chapter One

You sloshed the drink in your shot glass the hood of the robes draped over your face. You womanhood ached though you don't show the pain on your face. You perked your head to the screaming of another victim being dragged to the pentagram the candles being relit with black candles dark magic about to commence. You waited for the sound of the falling members people freezing when they watch their comrades dropping dead. You down the whiskey sensing the fear arise as you begin to witness runners you smirking as they don't get far some screaming afraid of death. The demigod just stares unable to comprehend who just saved him until you stand with the bottle at hand. You're silent as you undo his chains his Camp Half Blood shirt soaked in his own blood. You keep your face hidden as you take the only survivor away but not before stopping at an alter recognizing some of the descriptions carved into the wooden structure. You grabbed the jar of stones them vibrating through the glass and you touched them you sensing the darkness deep down. It was almost wicked, but you can't leave them behind just to be disposed of by authorities or stuck in an evidence locker for who knows how long. This type of darkness should be contained properly and cleansed to best of their abilities. You know you can't completely remove the demons and entities attached, but then they'll just be like yours. The demigod flares at the jar wondering what blood had been spilt for it seeing you as a monster. You basically work for free when it comes to rescuing their kind, so you should be able to enjoy some commerce. You most likely would trade them for the the sake of your own gems, but not until they're properly handled. You tell him to hurry you two scurrying away until you're on the verge of the city. You ditch the robes and make by that point revealing you identity to the boy taking him to a safe spot. You trusted these people the door opening to reveals a neon masked being the boy about to run. You grab him by the shirt roughly ensuring he's okay him reluctantly caving in as you two enter. This is formally the life of the Hunters; people that go out of their own way to take out rogue occult that go against the humane by laws set by the elite. Most here were born into this unlike you who found it at your own stay at Camp Half Blood. You handed the jar to a good friend informing they needed a good cleansing promising half the jar you wanting the next generation of stonelings to be raised by the pure hearted. A healer comes to help the boy at your price. They would of helped anyone, but now he'll have the best treatment them thanking you for your donation. You nodded sitting with the boy in silence.

" Are you okay?"

He witnessed what they did to you earlier, and you just nodded having gone numb to it a long time ago. He sees you as the bravest person he's ever met you inspiring him to do this line of work. He mentions it to you, but you're against it. The girl speaks up agreeing saying it's a hard life, and it's hard to be apart of the camp while doing so. He stays quiet not sure if he can part from the family he made. She waits a second before mentioning they needed a new cleanser when it comes to the stones. He perks up almost agreeing too fast stating he wants to protect his people.

" Well, you'll protect the next generation from becoming the antichrist. That's a step in the right direction."

" So... children are born from them? That's what all this is about?"

" Partly. We shouldn't talk about it so much. You might can't completely get rid what they did to them, but at least it can be contained."

You were there for two hours before your share was returned with your share. The boy feels that they're better and less corrupted. At that, you take your leave promising a spotter will take him back to the camp.

" Will I ever see you again?"

" Probably not. Maybe."

" Well, thank you for saving my life."

" Sorry I couldn't help sooner. Things like that takes time, you know."

He nods as you make your exit you taking in a breath of fresh air as you cling onto the children peering up at the star ridden sky. Another crisis ended wondering if your mother would be proud. Probably would cry at what you sacrificed tonight and beg you to stop, but this is the life of a hunter. You start to think of your biological parents wondering what they would think of this life. Would the Gods bare to even care about your life considering they threw you away so easily feeling like a failed project of theirs. You finally start walking you feeling anxious at the idea of being home alone with your thoughts so you make your way to No Name; an bar filled with fornicating and an unforseeable darkness. It's also a place where you Hunters go to pick up new jobs you having lose count of how many occults you've joined for the sake of ending them.