LOGINIn a world where humans live alongside creatures beyond their wildness dreams, a few rules are common knowledge amongst the people. One of these many rules being to never make a deal with a devil, and if you find yourself unfortunate enough to be caught in one you always keep your end of the bargain. No matter what you call them- deals, contracts, promises, you never try to pull one over a devil's eyes. Because in the end they always get what they're due. This story follows Aiden Strife, a demon who hunts monsters for a living, and as ghosts from her past come back to haunt her she will come to learn of a debt that has been owed to her for thousands of years.
View MoreTime seemed to slow down as she felt the impact of the demoness’s attack. The flames that crash into her body hit with a deafening force with the excruciating burning effect following right after. She could barely see her surroundings as the dome expanded around her, however through her peripheral she could distinguish the massive amount of damage Aiden had done to the area. The once solid gray concrete had been turned into pitch-black dust, and the two were now on less of a street and more accurately put into a small crater. The woman could feel every fiber in her being screaming out in anguish the longer she was consumed in the dome of fire. Her mind slowly processed the damag
Her body was encompassed by a strong feeling as she began to awaken. It felt like her spirit was gripped tight and raised back into its vessel known as her body. Aiden groans at the pounding in her head. Her eyes are assaulted by the light coming through a window on her right. Raising herself and her hands shoot towards her stomach as it releases a stabbing amount of pain into her system. Forcing herself through the discomfort she makes her way to her feet, her right hand is being used to help keep her balance." Damn, guess I was in worse shape than I thought." She mutters to herself as she makes her way to the door. As her hand grasps the doorknob Aiden's mind finally balances itself and she begins to take in her surroundings. The room is completely white with nothing in it but the bed she had just come from, a table, a few chairs, and a window. Her outfit had been changed for a loose-fitting white shirt and light blue sweatpants." Where am I?" She questions before
Aiden lay unconscious in the gravestone riddled wasteland once again. Her body still as it dug deep into blackened soil. A burst of ghostly laughter begins to ring in her ears, forcing Aiden's sleeping mind to rise to the surface. She groans as she raises herself up into a sitting position, her eyes popping open as she takes in her surroundings." Great I'm here again." This wasteland could be described as one of Aiden's least favorite places to be. Especially since she has no idea where or what it is. A ghostly laugh draws her attention, her head snapping to her left. What she sees before she is facing a catwalk decorated in cross-shaped headstones. Skulls were orbiting the crosses illuminated by white flames. The burning heads violently shaking in a laughing manner."Screw that I'd rather find a way out of here." Aiden groans to herself. She closes her eyes thinking of ways to launch herself out of the wasteland. Suddenly a sharp pain strikes her in the back of
It was just any other day in Roman's bar. People were cheering as they got drunk off their asses. His waitresses and waiters having a fun time socializing and handing out food and drinks to everyone. However there was one problem, the only person not enjoying the cheerful atmosphere was Roman himself. Throughout the night as his regulars poured in and filled the bar to full capacity, Roman kept his eyes on the door always waiting for one person to walk through.His phone never left his sight. Even as he made everyone's orders he always kept the screen where he could see it." Where are you damn it? This is supposed to be a B-rank mission." He thought to himself as he focused all his attention on his phone. His palms mildly sweat as he waits for Aiden's call, or text, or anything really. His employees had taken up any new orders in his stead, all of them being used to his distracted nature whenever Aiden was on a hunt.Roman sat in the bar waiting. Even after his





