Lazarus stood across the rooftop from the hooded man. The man was wearing fighting robes, like those from the old times. He had a mask that covered anything below his eyes. He had a sword at his waist and there was a small logo on the right breast. It looked like a beast with horns, but he was across a rooftop so it could be something different. It was something different. It was a demon.
"Demon!" Lazarus yelled. The demon turned to face him. "Why are you here?"
"To fetch you, Mask." He called back.
"No one will be fetching me, demon." Lazarus responded hostilely.
"I guess it is true, you are an arrogant fool."
Lazarus was getting mad. "You say that, yet you were robes like you should be in 1st century Greece."
"Petty insults, much more, ones that are wrong?" He scoffed. "You are not fit to protect this city, much less even be in the presence of The Devil. "
"Tell The Devil, I want him out of my city."
"I shall, but do not expect that to happen in your lifetime." The demon replied.
"He knows how many people I have killed, I can kill him too." Lazarus was frustrated that this lackey was not taking him seriously.
"And my master has killed much, much more." He retorted.
"Fine. I'll kill you to send a message." Lazarus ran at him.
"You could barely take on our street thugs, you are pathetic compared to a full-bred Demon."
The demon drew a knife from what seemed to be the air and threw it directly at him. The knife cut his left arm but Lazarus kept running at him. Lazarus felt the air at the wound, and he felt the blood trickle down his arm. He saw a quick flick of the wrist and a flash of silver. He stopped. Lazarus looked down at his left side. He saw a metal throwing knife lodged in his side. He didn't feel the pain, but when he looked back up he saw that The Demon was gone. He felt wobbly, he needed help. Lazarus went to the side of the building and looked in the direction of his apartment. He could barely keep his eyes open and he certainly couldn't make it there. He looked down and saw an open dumpster. He felt himself falling and then the loud thud of his body landing in the dumpster. He looked up at the sky and the stars were the last thing he saw before he saw a starless abyss.
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Vigilante: Book One
General FictionA young man named Lazarus wants to make a change for the better in his city. When he starts to see the corruption that has taken root in his city, he knows he must act. Even if it means crossing old lines.
