Knightmares and Fallen

 

Chapter 1

Terror on The High Skies

A couple thousand feet above the ground a young man named Dante sat fidgeting in his seat with anticipation. He could sense one on the same flight as him just 3 seats behind him. He began letting wisps of his energy off to attract its attention. He felt a shift in its energy signature and knew he had been noticed. He smiled wide as the thrill of the coming kill took over. He stood and raised his right hand.

"Somnus." he whispered as he lowered his hand. Every one on the plane except him, it, and the pilots instantly passed out. It stood and bared its fangs at him.

"How did you know I’d be here?" it snarled.

"I didn’t. I was on my way to Paris to hunt much bigger fish than you and I happened to notice your energy signature when you boarded." Dante said. "Honestly I may have let you live due to how weak you are but I find flying in these damned machines incredibly boring. You’re my entertainment." he said cracking his knuckles. Before his eyes it grew larger and hairier as it released its true nature from beneath the guise of humanity. "I killed a werewolf last week. Why couldn’t you be a wraith or a dragonborn I haven’t killed one of them in a while?" he said disappointedly. It snarled in response and charged. As it neared him Dante went through his list of spells and techniques that could kill it but still allow him to have some fun. It leapt into the air and slashed its paw forward to tear Dante’s throat out. "Gravitas trabea." he said twisting his fist in mid-air. The spell did its job and gave control of the gravity surrounding the werewolf to him. It stopped in mid-air and began writhing as Dante created opposing and extremely strong gravity fields all around the werewolf’s body. It snarled and howled in pain as the gravity fields gradually strengthened. As the werewolf struggled Dante decided he’d had as much fun as could be had in a confined space with only a weak werewolf. He opened his hand completely allowing the werewolf to feel a moment of weightlessness before tightening his fist closed crushing it into nothingness. Dante sighed and settle back into his seat. "Expergiscendum" Dante said snapping. The entire plane awakened at once and acted as if nothing had happened. Because to them nothing had. Dante smiled at the thought of them trying to comprehend what had happened here. The continuation of a battle that had lasted for millennia. A battle between the Knightmare organization and the fallen, the title given to all things humanlike that had fallen from the grace to be called human. He dozed off smiling as he pondered over the confusion that would ensue whenever they realized that a passenger had disappeared mid-flight never to be seen again. Several hours later Dante was handcuffed to a chair in the airport with several cops yelling in his face.

"We know you had something to do with it!" a particularly burly cop with a beard yelled at him.

"We have video proof." another agreed.

"What was it? A biological weapon?" A third barked. Dante sat in his uncomfortable chair with a pleasant smile on his face. They were resorting to idle threats when a tall man in a suit stepped into the room he crossed his arms and looked disapprovingly at Dante. When he crossed his arms his sleeve lifted enough to a show a small tattoo on his right wrist of a golden blade with spikes shooting from the hilt and the end soaked in blood. The mark of the Knightmares.

"Olvidar." the suited man said snapping his fingers. He spoke Spanish, his soul language. The language all his spells were said in, like Dante’s Latin. A dazed look came over the cops in the room as the suited man began telling them the story that they would accept as fact in their extremely susceptible state. A few minutes later the suited man and Dante were walking the Parisian streets. "This is getting old Dante." the suited man said lighting a cigarette with a small flame on the end of his finger before taking a deep drag and coughing wildly.