Tears of the Grim Reaper

Flying Birds and Bullets

The man
"Fuck!" The man cursed at the demon. "Get back here!"

The demon he was hunting today was an assignment. His client had caught his daughter sleeping with this one, and was willing to pay thousands to get rid of him. The man was more than happy to oblige.

At first, the demon appeared to be one of the usual weaklings, average inhuman strength and speed. After encountering the little devil, the man let his guard down for a slight second, enough time for that imbecile to escape. As soon as the chase began, the man realized the extent to this demon's power. Unlike the human-born ones he has eliminated in the past, this one was a pure blooded demon. This one had literally crawled out from the depths of hell. The man has never met a real demon. Surely he can handle his, right?

Or so he thought. Currently, as he chases the demon and cuts the gap, the man curses himself for his insolence. The demon inside of him snickers, but that's all it can do as the man is the dominant force. Nonetheless, this angers him, but also excites him. It had been so long since he had chased a demon instead of the dull easy kill.

When I catch that sneaky son of a bitch, oh when I catch him, he'll wish he had stayed in hell! he thought with a raging passion. Numerous torture techniques flew in his mind, each one just as gory and agonizing as the other, each one promising bloody pleasure. This demon will die the worst death know to man kind, which is frightening though the demon is not human.

"Stop running!" The man ordered the demon.

"What kind of order is that?!" The demon responded, a bit breathless.

"The kind you should follow, dammit!"

And so the chase continued, but within five minutes, after swimming through the crowd, the man slammed the demon into a corner, his hand clutching his throat. Both were panting, one from exhaustion and the other from fear.

"P-Please don't kill me! I've done nothing wrong!" The pure blooded demon begged. "She and I were just-"

"Shut up," the man growled, and tightened his grip on the demon's throat. "Your very existence is a sin. This the world of the humans, not bastards like you. You don't deserve a say here."

The demon continued to beg and broke into tears, swearing he'd never see the girl again. The man listened to none of this and never considered that maybe, just maybe, even the fallen could seek redemption.

The man pulled out his knife and jammed it into the demon's mouth, nailing him to the wall, then proceeded to jaggedly slicing his head in half, horizontally. Though it took a bit more strength, the man was determined to make it slow and painful. The demon's body jerked violently against the wall, desperately attempting to somehow escape. His movements only increased the man's joy, and a wide crazy smile spread across his face. Soon, he quit cutting he demon's head, stopping halfway. He threw his body to the ground and decided to make incisions on his chest.

The demon was bleeding out, on the edge of unconsciousness. Luckily, though unfortunate for the demon, the man had a syringe full of stimulating drugs, forcing the demon to remain awake, though he could no longer conjure the strength to scream.

"Can't let you go to sleep on me," the man whispered. "After what you did to my daughter and wife, I can't afford to allow your kind to die easily or painlessly."

Confused and desperate, the demon launched a fist and landed a blow on the man. It did nothing though, as the man was no longer completely human. His blue irises were tainted red and yellow and green as he awakened the demonic side of him and suppressed the pure. And the man began.

The incisions were not incisions. The man was slicing him as though he were processed meat one was preparing for dinner. He also punctured his weak lungs and organs, chuckling maniacally in a low tone. He didn't want a passerby to hear what was taking place.

The Little Girl
She stood above them, intrigued. The demon died within six minutes of his capture. It felt as though it had lasted longer than that. The little girl opened her suitcase, which floated by her side, and two small paper boxes hover out. The orange and yellow one was for the demon, as he will be moved towards reincarnation. The demon had not deserved to die, but it was his time.

The light blue one was rotting, tainted by an ugly shade of red, yellow, and green. This one was for the demon hunter. Now he deserved to die.

The little girl jumped from her spot on the jutting windowsill, and landed on front of the man and the corpse. The man was startled and whipped his knive out of the demon and aimed it towards the girl. She payed no attention to him and collected the soul of her demon. It was a brilliant white, pure and fighting against the evil that plagued it.

"Who the hell are you?" The man demanded.

She looked up from the body and faced the man. He was emitting a hostility and strong killing intent, so she raised her arm, gracefully slicing the air. The colored paper inside her suitcase flew out in shapes of birds and created a shield.

"The Grim Reaper," she answered.

Quickly, the man discarded his knife, pulled out a gun from his coat and began to shoot. He must know that the girl was not human. The paper birds took the bullets, and as one fell another replaced it.

"I don't want to fight," the little girl said. "I simply want to finish my job."

"What's your job?" He asked, annoyed.

"To collect your soul. You are going to die today."

The little girl was confused as to why the man was angry at her. She was only doing her job.

"The only one dying here is you!" He roared.

The little girl flicked her wrist and the paper birds attacked the man, seizing his gun and nailing his to the wall as he had done to the demon. The only difference was that the girl had no intention of killing him.

She rather liked him.