Below the Surface of the Moon

Chapter 1: Moon Dragon

"*sigh* Another quiet night. Ever so peaceful and calming," Ima thought to herself as she gazed around at the many stars that surround her. She became use to nights like this, though it's all she can expect as a Moonfolk Dragon. Nothing new happens for a long while, but from time to time, she'll get a visit from a satellite probe or by a rover sent up by N.A.S.A: a space organization whose base stays on the surface of Earth. Earth was such a lovely planet, with its mixtures of blues, whites, tans and greens, the planet has intrigued Ima for centuries.

Ima has been around for many generations, based in human years, and has been seen as a godly creature in Celtic and Native American lore. The Celtics like to call her the Caomhnóir Spéir, or Sky Guardian, while the Natives called her the Night Dancer. Those were the only two tribes that believed in her existence, but amongst the rest of humanity, she was nothing but a myth.
It saddened her a little that she wasn't recognized by the rest of the humans, but she thought it was for the best for them to not know about her. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
"If only they knew, then what would they do?" She sighs again, then hears the motor of a rover nearby and ducks into her cave to prevent it from spotting her. It sucked that she couldn't be seen by the rest of the world, but they would know of her presence when the time comes.
Once the rover disappears and goes on its merry way, Ima walks out of her cave and flies to her crows nest to watch the Earthlings once more. She continues to watch as she sees ant-sized Earthlings buzz around in their peculiar vehicles or walk around with their feet to their destinations: whether it be their jobs, visiting their families in their home or hospital, or simply go shopping in malls and local stores for necessities. It amused her to see them move so quickly about their day. It did sadden her when she sees car accidents or deaths from guns and war. It was a terrible thing to do to their own kind, but she couldn't intervene.

Ima sighs once more and takes one last look at Earth before sleep befalls her. She glanced around and spots an odd sight. There were multiple colored blurs that were going after blackish-colored figures. Demons.
Ima always sees them intervine in the daily lives of the humans, either in torment or death, they were always there and she didn't like them. She focuses more on the other two - no wait - three colored blurs that were attacking the demons to see who they were.
At a quick glance, she was able to see specs of snowy-silver hair that was at medium length, another that was slicked back, and another that looked somewhat like a buzzed pixie cut. She tried to get a better look, but couldn't make out any specific features. So instead, she tried to get a hold of their scent to see what they were. Half human, and......half demon? How is that possible? She thought to herself as she continued to watch in awe of the colored specs finish off the remaining demons that tried to surround them.

Once they stopped fighting, she was able to see their features better. The one with the long silver hair had a red padded leather trench coat and black button jeans with a silver squared buckle, and looked to be growing a beard. He was holding two pistols in his hands, one was a polish silver color, the other was obsidian black with gold writings in both of them, along with pictures embedded in the sides of the handles.
The one with the slicked back hair was wearing a blue trench coat with red inlays and gold borders, along with white decorative lines boarding the front. He was also wearing a layered zip up vest, baggy-ish leather pants, and goldish-tan colored boots that were about knee high. He was also holding a katana in his left hand, and looked to be younger than the red one, but something seemed off. The blue and red figures looked alike in their faces. Twins perhaps? She shrugs and then observes the third figure.
This one was very eye catching: he had a sword on his back with a curved tip and a handle that looked like it belonged to a motor bike. In his left hand, he held a silver gun that had two barrels, each layering each other. His right arm was...very different from the other two. It looked...robotic; it was definitely metallic and was colored blue with gold outlining the fingers. It must be prosthetic, so how did he lose his arm?...

Ima was so trapped in her thoughts, she didn't see the three silver-haired half breeds be attacked by a larger group of demons until she heard a loud bang. She put her focus back onto the three figures and saw that they looked like they were in trouble. Masses of black were swarming the three fighters. They came in different sizes: some were small and were easily defeated, another group were a bit bigger and took awhile to take down, and the rest were large in size that made them look like bosses and were harder for the trio to take down.
From time to time, the three were knocked back or injured from the blows they were receiving. It looked like the twin looking ones were doing most of the fighting while the other was fighting off the less powerful ones, but would take damage from the more powerful enemies.
"This makes me utterly sick," Ima said to herself as she continued to watch, anger pelting up in the pit of her stomach. She continued to watch in anger and disgust as the trio fought for their lives against the demon horde.
From her perspective, it looked like the demon horde was overpowering the three. She couldn't watch any longer as her anger reached its peak.
"THAT'S IT! I'm not gonna sit up here any longer and watch them die by their hand. Screw what happens if I'm spotted by the other humans, those three need my help and I'll be DAMNED IF I LET THOSE DEMONS KILL THEM!"
Soon, Ima found herself entering Earths atmosphere, heading straight down to where the three silver haired men were fighting, her teeth bearing and eyes glowing bloodthirsty red. It's time these demons learn there places...BACK DOWN TO THE HELLFIRES THEY CAME FROM!