The air of the city reeked mainly of booze and hot trash. It was close to midnight, but along the streets cars still zipped by. Atop an old apartment building, a blonde haired figure squatted on all fours, he was mere inches from the edge of the roof, saying to what appeared to be, no one in particular.
“It smells like a phantasm, an extremely powerful one at that. What do you think Corvus?”
He tacked on; turning his head left, with a large smile he caught an unclear figure in the corner of his eye. The dark figure wore a dark, long coat, its popped collar covered his ears, he had coat unbuttoned, only a glimpse of a dark buttoned down shirt, and uniform black slacks could be seen. The only light he wore, were snow white gloves. Like a shadow, it concealed him. Corvus shifted his weight, apathetic and disinterested in any other than the task at head, he sighed.
“This world is full of filth.”
Corvus hoisted himself off of the brick structure with a small “humph!” Sauntering to the crouching blond figure his thick soled boots clicked against the ground, a wind stirred up leaves and trash lying around, the blond man’s coat, similar to Corvus’s, except in a dark green, with yellow trimming, with buckles that seemed to have no purpose or place blew in the wind, and he continued.
“Let’s go.”
The Corvus and the blonde stared out into the distance, and prepared themselves for the task at hand.
Corvus flew from the roof, running; his arms flying out behind him, that stance seemed to help him move quicker across the tops of the sleeping city. The blond man ran after him, he dodged satellite dishes and other miscellaneous things lying around the roofs of the city.
“We’re not far,”
The blonde man replied, his solemn, serious face much different from light and happy one from before. The two leapt from building to building for quite some time, when the blonde stopped with a “fushhh,” Inhaling deeply, he closed his eyes. After a few moments, he opened them, his eyes glowing a bright green and announced,
“It’s here.”
A creature the size of a car stood down below, it was made of something wispy, like of the shadows themselves, skinny legs propping up a lean body, it resembled a dog up right, or the wolf man. It rose it’s distinctly canine mouth to emit a sickening screech, coarse and desiccated. The sound terrified the people nearby, there were few, and they ran at first sight of the unholy terror. Corvus stood, his attention solely focused on the phantasm, unsheathing a Japanese style blade from scabbard strapped to his hip. Like a snowflake, dancing on air, he bounded down to a red and white stripped arching canopy. Corvus held the elegant blade an arm’s length from him, he hurdled himself at the beast, and delivered a fatal blow to the back of the neck. Corvus spun his sword, and with a graceful move, sheathed it once more.
“Huh,”
He replied his tone thickly laced with disappointment. On top the roof top, the blonde man sat leisurely, he watched the ashy, toxic smoke that made up demonic evil slowly dissipate into the air. The blonde watched easily, as the air slowly began to spin, like a vortex, into the jewel he carried around his neck. The man smiled his expression read, as if his mind was far away from his earthly body. Corvus still stood below, waiting for the blonde man, as he watched the swirling vortex direct to the eerie stone the strange blonde man carried, he scowled in disgust,
“Disgusting,”
Corvus muttered, pacing back and forth,
“So that’s why they assigned him,”
The blonde man smiled, and looked down to spy Corvus staring at him, the blond man waved, he groped around the back of his neck, until he felt the clasps that held the choker together, he pulled it apart with a small magnetic “nick!” Looking at the bright green jewel, that studded the middle of the choker, it whirled, as if it was alive. The grey, wispy dust had momentarily darkened it, but in the blink of an eye, it returned to its former state. Relapsing around his neck he jumped off the roof, and landed with a loud “thump!” upturning surprising amounts of dust,
“Okay, let’s go,”
The blonde man said, walking off happily, humming way off tune, to a song that probably didn’t exist.
“Wait.”
Corvus said, his voice was apathetic, and removed; Corvus looked at the blond man coldly and replied,
“Cross only called you “Undertaker,” which is obviously an alias, what is really your name?”
The blonde man smiled, and turned to face Corvus, who looked as if, he wanted this to get over with, no formalities, and straight to the point.
“My name…..”
The blonde man smiled brightly, turning his to look Corvus directly in the eye, and bowed at the waist.
“Is Cyprian Lysander, at your service, Erebus Corvus.”
