Thread: It's the Devils against the Witches (Vash x lunarlight)

A lone man sat alone in a large cathedral. He looked around at the damage still there. The painted glass window at the front was still shattered, the sword still ripped from Spardas, and and some the pews still tossed around the cathedral. The man sat with his back lurched forward and his arms resting on his knees. The left arm had his sleeve rolled up showing tan, battle scarred, skin. On his opposite arm he had the sleeve rolled down, a faint blue glow emanating from under the sleeve. His face was contorted in anger, aggravation, and stress. His silver hair was matted down, messily, and it hung over his face. This lone figure in the church was a young man by the name of Nero . He was a member of the former Knights of the Holy Order, but they disbanded when it turned out their leader was a crazed lunatic. Now Nero was just a freelancer doing any job that came his way. Gods he was starting to become Dante! On top of him being out of a job his relationship with Kyrie was now over, it turns out killing her brother caused a much bigger rift than what Nero expected. So he came here to the Cathedral to try and think things over and figure out his next move. He was about to get up to leave when he heard the large oak doors swing open, the groan of the iron hinges ringing in the cathedral. He turned his head to see a small man in white and gold robes shuffle into the cathedral. The man was old, wrinkles lined his face. Nero stood up and turned to the man, Can I help you sir? The man stopped and spoke in a giant voice that seemed to carry in the room, I'm looking for the leader of the Holy Knights, I am requesting aid. Nero chuckled and shook his head, Your about three moths late gramps. We closed up shop. The man looked saddened by the news, Oh... Thank you anyway young man. He then turned and began to walk away. Nero pondered for a moment, if this man had an aid request then that means he had the money to pay for it and Nero was light on that. He quickly jogged to catch up with him. Hey gramps, what's the job? I used to be a Knight, hell I was the best of them. A smile then returned to the mans face, Oh thank you youn man! You don't how much this means to my brothers and sisters! The man moved to shake Neros right hand but Nero jerked the hand away. Just tell me what I need to do. The old man then went into detail about how he was a part of a cult called The Followers of the Light and that their members were starting get picked off by a woman in all black. She could summon demons and torture devices at will as well as slowing time down. Sounded like a challenge. Ok, Nero said when the man finished, Where to? The old man took out a slip of paper, it had directions to a city called Vigrid. As well as directions to a bar called Hells Gate the old man said that was her suspected base of operations. Nero was about to leave to prepare when the old man held out his hand to stop him, Wait. There is another we must get first. Nero had a feeling who he was talking about.... Dante was bored out of his mind! There was nothing happening at all. Lady or Trish weren't here with there drama or anything to at least make something exciting happen. Plus no jobs had come in to alleviate his boredom either. So he was taking a sabbatical, that being that he had his feet up on his desk and his eyes closed, napping. That changed quickly when the bell on his door dinged, someone was coming in. He continued to nap while the two people walked across the floor. His nap continued until his feet were shoved off of the desk and Dante opened his eyes in anger, but they quickly laxed when they saw who it was. What do you want Nero? Nero was standing there with an old man beside him. Nero nodded smugly, Aw sorry there lazy bones, didn't mean to wake you from your beauty sleep. This guys got a job for us. Nero then went in and explained what it was. As he listened Dante became intrigued, this job could prove to be fun. He sat up and gathered his coat and weapons. Well old man, I hope your willing to pay for my services. The old man chuckled, Oh yes my brothers and sisters have a vast amount of funding and are prepared to compensate you for helping us in this dire emergency. Dante smirked and headed out the door, Then let's rock!