They Ain't Gonna Know What Hit 'Em (abused and betrayed Fem venom Oc x RWBY)

Halloween special

Devil hunting can be taxing especially during Halloween as Demons Became more energetic and violent On the eve of All Hallows' Day, a palpable excitement buzzed through the shadowy realm of the demons. It was a time they cherished, a night when the veil between their world and the mortal one grew thinner than a gossamer web, allowing their whispers to carry on the chilly autumn breeze. The dark skies above were illuminated by the flickering light of a thousand candle-lit jack-o'-lanterns, their gleeful grins mirroring the mischievous delight of the demonic spirits as they prepared for the grandest masquerade of the year. Halloween was not just a single day for these otherworldly creatures; it was a season of celebration, a time when the very fabric of reality seemed to shiver in anticipation of their arrival. They had eagerly awaited the moment when they could frolic among the living, unseen yet ever-present, feeding on the fear and revelry that filled the air. This was the night when they felt most alive, most connected to the human world they so often watched from afar. It was the one night where the barrier of dread and superstition that usually kept them at bay was willingly lowered, and the humans invited them in, dressed in their own semblances of darkness, blissfully ignorant of the true horrors they shared the night with. The demons were ready to make the most of this rare opportunity, to weave their sinister enchantments and savor the sweet taste of chaos. As the first witching hour approached, the realm grew more vibrant, a cacophony of unearthly laughter and eerie melodies echoing through the caverns, setting the stage for the night's festivities. The demons knew that soon, the trick-or-treaters would roam the streets below, and with them, the chance to sow a little bit of their own brand of terror into the hearts of the unsuspecting.

Which made Ariels job more taxing but hey that's what she signed up for she's a demon hunter by nature so Ariel Sparda leaned against the brick wall of the alleyway, her eyes scanning the bustling street. Her heart raced as she took in the chaotic pattern of the city-sirens wailing in the distance, the murmur of a million lives playing out their dramas, and the occasional shriek of a cat fighting for territory. She loved it here, where she could be anyone and do anything. Her short, white hair fluttered in the crisp autumn breeze, the blue of her eyes piercing through the shadows like twin sapphires. The smell of exhaust fumes and roasting chestnuts from a nearby street vendor's cart wafted through the air, mixing with the sweet aroma of her black cherry vape. She took a deep drag, the vapor leaving her mouth in a perfect 'O' as she exhaled.

Tonight was different, though. Tonight was Halloween, and the veil between worlds grew thinner with each tick of the clock. She knew what that meant. It was time for the demons to come out to play, and she was the only one who could send them back to the hell they'd crawled from. The first sign of trouble came as a gust of wind that reeked of sulfur and brimstone. Ariel smirked, a hint of excitement playing on her full, black-lipsticked lips. She flexed her fingers, feeling the electricity crackle in the air around her. The silver pistol, Omega, was comforting in her right hand, while Alpha, the black one, felt cold and deadly in her left.

"Looks like the party's starting early," she murmured to herself, pushing off the wall and striding into the street. The crowd parted before her like a sea of shadows, the humans unaware of the supernatural storm brewing in their midst. A scream pierced the night, cutting through the cacophony of laughter and music. Ariel broke into a run, her boots pounding the pavement like the drums of war. She followed the sound to an alley where a group of demons had cornered a terrified teenager dressed as a vampire.

The demons were a motley crew: a towering red-skinned creature with horns, a slithering serpentine being, and a twisted amalgamation of metal and flesh that looked like it had been born from a junkyard's darkest corner. They cackled and jeered, their eyes glowing with malevolent delight. Ariel's smile grew predatory as she raised her pistols, the electricity crackling around them like lightning. "Looks like someone forgot to check the guest list," she called out, her voice echoing off the walls.