Contracts

Return Of An Evil Spirit

The Hellhound stared me down, growling and snarling. I lowered my stance, ready to jump away if needed. The mutt pounced at me, and I leapt away from it. I swung my hand at one of the few buildings that was still standing. A weighted chain forged from ice shot from my palm, wrapping around a ledge atop the structure. I swung myself like a pendulum, landing on the concrete roof. Pain prickled through my shins at the sudden stop. I ignored the pain. I pointed my sword to the skies, large, sharpened crystals of ice materializing around me. I aimed my sword down at the Hellhound. The fractals launched themselves at the hound. The dog howled in pain as the ice stabbed at it. Blood further matting the tattered fur that covered it's back.

"Gerard!" I shouted, readying another chain. "Go long!" I swung the chain like a lasso around my head. Gerard sprinted to the other side of the Hellhound. I jumped from the building, still swinging the chain. A pillar of ice broke my fall, and I steadied myself. I threw the chain around the Hellhound's neck. The mutt let out a howl. I threw the end of the chain to Gerard, who grabbed it like it was his lifeline. He pulled the chain taut, climbing up it. A slight green glow enveloped the animal once he reached the back of the Hellhound, and the hound thrashed against the draining restraints.

Ergokinesis; the ability to manipulate energy. Gerard had been an Ergokinetic for as long as I could remember. And due to the fact that he was gifted with a such a strong Kinetic, it wasn't surprising that he was at the top of the class when it came to combat or Kinetic-oriented duels. Gerard strengthened his grip on the chain, pressing his palm against the dog. The green glow grew brighter, and the mutt was finding it harder and harder to fight back. Not many people would be able to guess what in the world my friend was doing to bring such a huge beast to it's knees. But I did. He was draining the energy and power from it, steadily adding onto his own. The only downside to this ability, was that he had to be making physical contact with his enemy. Thus why he climbed up the up the chain to touch the mutt.

"Gerard! Behind you!" I heard Orin shout. I turned to Gerard, noticing a black mass behind my friend. A wave of dread washed over me, I knew this type of demon all too well. Gerard whirled around, coming face to face with the black mist.

"Chastity!" Gerard cried as the mist touched him, a noticeable burn forming. The angel took to the skies, throwing knife after knife at the demon. The mist recoiled with an ear-piercing shriek. "The hell is that thing?" Gerard shouted. I created a path of ice under my feet, sliding over the Gerard.

"It's a Drude," I said, pressing my hand to Gerard's burn. I cooled the wound. "It's a nightmare demon. It traps you in a hallucination, do not let it get that close again." I said, turning to Orin.

"Hey! Get up here!" I yelled at the idle demon. Orin's head snapped in my my direction before a small smile creeped over his lips.

"Just who the hell do you think you're talking to, Angel?" he asked, unfurling his wings and flew to be level with me. I glared at him, much to his amusement. I considered a response to his words, looking at the Hellhound then Orin. A grin tugged at the corners of my lips.

"Well, I think I'm talking to a gutless coward who couldn't fight if his life depended on it!" I retorted. Orin looked taken aback, almost surprised by my words. He chuckled to himself.

"Oh?" he asked. "Is that so?"

"Yes, actually, it is," I snapped. "I mean, I bet you can't even take out a simple Drude!" Orin clicked his tongue, turning to look at the demon. He cast me a sideways glance.

"Wanna bet?" he laughed. I nodded in the direction of the Drude.

"Leave the Hellhound to us," I ordered. "I want that Drude dead, clear?" Orin muttered under his breath, turning once again to face the mist. He rolled the hilt of his rapier in his hand, I noticed the angry, red tendrils of flame that began to curl around the base of the blade. Orin brought his fingers to his lips, blowing one clear whistle. The Drude snapped its smoky head in Orin's direction, letting out a low growl. It lunged at the demon, who dodged and swung at it with his blade.