#littleearthquakesrp : Boden : 01

[whosxafraid]

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Darkness.

The kind you could cut with a knife. The kind that if you did he'd feel it instantly. And you wouldn't know what hit you even when you woke up in your chosen afterlife. But its only would because he's not after the living tonight is he? Not in the mortal sense at least. And a little more liquor is cast onto the coals. Where it sizzles and a flame here and there flares up.

D'feck be d'is gobshoi'te?

He's said the proper rites, he'd baited his trap accordingly. And still there is silence that stretches on endlessly. The warmth of the Arizona desert bleeds from the ground at his feet. Attempts to become a mist but reaches nothing more than a ghosting idea of it. Its not cold enough. The fecking shite isn't biting.

A growl that echoes through the nothingness of empty wilderness. He doesn't like being toyed with. And to be honest he's had enough of these fallen angel brats. Dealt with three of them just last week. Granted that had been in a different part of the world entire and those demons had actually been quite civil. Admitted they were just lost, and were attempting to find their exit number. One that they'd some how missed three hundered miles back. That had been a long drive. But at least they had returned to their own plane with zero violence required. Definitely a live and let live day there.

The exact opposite of tonight. Because this particular 'daddy doesn't love me anymore' has an attitude, and judging by an immortal's other senses as well as his common one? This demon is younger then the others he had the pleasure of last week. This demon thinks it has something to prove but unfortunately for it Luka actually does. Have something to prove that is. And what that is? Is that he can still bag a demon and drop kick it back to hell with time to spare for a proper meal and a pint or three.

[whosxafraid]

He heard the human's breathing first, and the scent of him came second. The odd displacement of air that told the tale the human had run into something. Most likely a spider's web or some other animal made creation. Any other night that would have given Luka a right chuckle. But he's too aggravated right now. The human's presence the cherry on this otherwise not going in his way cake.

The stench of the blade the unknown carried makes the immortal sniffle in discomfort, as green and off yellow shift from the void to the man that steps into the fire light. And for lack of a better expression--Luka's is all kinds of unimpressed.

Unimpressed by the fact he's been tracked. Unimpressed by the human's apparent anger laced panic. Unimpressed by the confusion tainting the man's frame. Unimpressed by the seeming lack of substance to him despite his height. Luka doesn't have the energy for this. This of course being a meddling mortal who--

What the fuck did you just summon?

A slight pull back of Luka's head. To be honest he's not used to being talked to like that. Not in situations like this. Aka moments when he was on a lone hunt. And the irritation makes a scarred eye twitch and ears lie flat against the sides of his head.

"Be sayin' d'shoi'te d'at were bringin' o'bu'dder knoi'fe ta o'woi'd hu--."

A rumble that echoes through the earth and the air. A breeze strong enough to displace a few strands of red hair that's never listened to him a day in unnatural life. And his attention is ripped away from the uninvited guest, locking on to his target with just enough time to be aware he's about to go down. Tackled off his feet into the dark. Where the human most likely loses all sight of them. Though Luka doubts the man loses track of them entirely. This brat isn't exactly being quiet.

And as if on queue the inevitable and heavy thud of the immortals hitting dirt reverberates in every direction. Air and earth. And Luka is quick to kick the fledgling off him. Rearrange himself and vanish into the dark like a willow wisp. Not that one should ever mention that metaphor to his face mind. And the demon child is given the slip for a fraction of a second before he's dealing a return blow.

The dark swimming about the edge of the fire becoming almost solid for a breath before all of it is hurtled upon the hell spawn. Sending the brat flying several feet further away screeching like a stuck pig, and giving Luka a chance to unceremoniously tumble back into the light. Dust and dirt puffing up into the air as he gets back on his feet. Brushing himself off in the process. A few words escaping as he spits blood and dirt out of his mouth.

"Feckin' cheap shaw'tin' bitch."

Because of course it is female. And the outlook on the evening just got a bit dimmer. Because if there is one thing just as stubborn as him and not prone to making rage powered mistakes? It's a female teenage demon with no intention of doing a god damn thing she's told.

"Dunna be happenin' ta have any holy 'ater on ye do ye Toothpick?"

Nothing about the assignment the elder dropped off seemed to be out of the ordinary, and Boden set about leaning into everything he could find out about the ominous Luka O'Rian. Which apparently wasn't a whole hell of a lot. Leaving him to suspect that Luka is either new to this dimension or uses an alias. Either way, after a week of rooting down in grub and the grime the hunter took to the road and followed his mark out of town, courtesy of a well-placed Air Tag. Eventually, he found himself in a place he wasn't expecting.

Nothing about the current desert terrain excited Boden. Born and bred a city kid, nature seemed to foil him at every turn. He already stomped on what presumably was a scorpion only to find it was a discarded Snickers bar. Apparently, the hunter managed to avoid both the toxic venom of an arachnid and the ever-looming threat of diabetes.

There was a good amount of distance he needed to keep from being noticed by the other, so there were a couple times he'd lost sight as the darkness swallowed Luka up into the night. It was eerily quiet and all he could make out was his respirations and soft-peddling of his feet against the warm desert floor. Walking into what presumably was a spider web he quickly swiped and attacked the air. Goddamn, he hated it here.

Grateful, when the other stopped Boden waited off in the distance as they built a fire.

Fuck

The explicative echoed only in his mind as he watched the demon set up a ritual site. Opting to close the distance he made it about halfway when a low-pitched growl cut through the air. They weren't alone here anymore.

Demons don't usually summon other goddamn demons. They're not known for their collaborative nature.

Another growl echoed and Boden picked up his pace as he drew an enchanted dagger, gifted by the order that could kill lower-baser demons with the smallest cut, but only had wounding effects on demon lords. Either way, it didn't discriminate when it came to cleaving off heads.

Whatever he was summoning remained hidden in the dark as Boden approached Luka, he stepped into the glow of the firelight. Undoubtedly, he been made well before he drew so close to the supernatural being. Blade held tight in his hand he pointed at the other as his voice disrupted the silence between the men, "What the fuck did you just summon?" Knowing whatever it was, was on its way.