Jace witty

Chapter One: Dear Ole Fallcreek

The rain fell in sheets, washing the grime off the streets of Fallcreek, a city that thrived on its secrets and thrived in its darkness. Jace Witty pulled his collar up against the chill, his keen eyes scanning the alleyways and shadowed corners. He moved with a predator's grace, each step calculated, each breath measured. Tonight, he was a hunter.

As he turned a corner, his commlink buzzed softly. Jace pressed a button on his earpiece. "Witty here. What's the status?"

A voice crackled through the tiny speaker. "We've tracked the demon to your sector, Jace. It's a class five escapee. Dangerous and unpredictable. Last seen near the old abandoned warehouse on Harlow Street."

"Got it," Jace replied, his tone steady. "I'm on my way."

He slipped into the rhythm of the hunt, his senses heightened. The rain was a distraction, the kind of cover a demon might use to evade detection. But Jace was no ordinary detective. His human intellect combined with his demonic instincts made him a formidable tracker. He could almost feel the demonic energy, a faint vibration at the edge of his consciousness.

As he approached Harlow Street, the flickering streetlights cast eerie shadows. The warehouse loomed ahead, its broken windows and rusted doors a testament to the city's decay. Jace paused, listening. The faint sound of metal scraping against concrete reached his ears. He moved silently towards the noise, every muscle coiled, ready to strike.

Inside the warehouse, darkness reigned. Jace's eyes adjusted quickly, his demonic heritage granting him sight beyond the human spectrum. He saw the figure then, hunched and grotesque, scraping at the floor with clawed hands.

"End of the line," Jace called out, his voice echoing in the cavernous space.

The demon turned, its eyes glowing a sinister red. It hissed, a sound filled with malice and desperation. "You dare challenge me, hybrid?"

Jace stepped forward, his hand hovering near the hilt of his concealed blade. "I've put down bigger than you. Surrender now, and maybe I won't send you back to Hell in pieces."

The demon lunged, moving with unnatural speed. Jace was ready. He sidestepped, drawing his blade in one fluid motion and slicing through the demon's arm. The creature howled, black blood splattering the floor.

"You're fast, but not fast enough," Jace said, his voice cold.

The demon snarled, clutching its wounded limb. "You cannot stop what is coming. Fallcreek will burn, and you will burn with it."

"Maybe," Jace replied, his eyes narrowing. "But not tonight."

He surged forward, striking with precision. The demon fell, its body convulsing before lying still. Jace stood over it, his breath steadying. He wiped his blade clean and sheathed it, taking a moment to survey the scene.

His commlink buzzed again. "Status update, Jace. Did you get it?"

Jace nodded, though no one could see him. "Target neutralized. I'm heading back."

"Good work. Be careful out there."

Jace turned to leave, casting one last glance at the fallen demon. Fallcreek was a city of shadows, and tonight he had vanquished one of its many evils. But he knew all too well that others lurked, waiting for their moment. He stepped out into the rain, blending into the night, a lone guardian in a city that never slept.

"Dear ole Fallcreek," Jace muttered to himself, disappearing into the darkness. "You never change" As the rainy night sky fades in the beautiful darkness.