Thread: Saving a succubus (ks/AR

RE Saving a succubus ksAR Silver City, also known as the 'Devils Playground' was a place of sin and seduction. While most of the people who were in Silver City at any one particular time throughout the year were vacationers, only passing through. The everyday residents were often recluses, they had become so fed up with the hustle and bustle of everyday life within Silver City that they wanted nothing more than to go home and watch something that had nothing to do with news within the cities limits. Silver City was as if you had taken New York and Las Vegas, gotten them drunk and made them have a baby. The city literally never slept not to mention it never ceased in it's activities, thus there was almost an overabundance of crime. A few times people came together to form small syndicates that had ideas to fight off crime and criminals. They had occasionally succeeded too, but even those that succeeded had become like that which they wanted to stop, criminals. Power corrupts, that's a constant for humanity, but corruption also empowers. It was essentially an infinitely looping cycle of poor judgment meeting desperation, and the city was certainly desperate. Desperate for many things, desperate for someone to actually care, for a light to guide them through the darkness, for an overall change. There was but a single man who thought to change this city for the better, he would sacrifice limb and life in order to see it through. But even that wasn't enough to bring about a complete change, no it was only good enough to make a start. The initial change came from a massive chapel built not too far off from the sole park in the center of the city. Both of these landmarks were iconic in the concrete and steel jungle, both were also very under appreciated. Few families came to the services that the park offered, and even fewer still came to the services that the chapel offered. But the chapel did give out a service that was free of charge, and no one even knew that it did change. This change came in the form of an individual, not so much an object or group. The individual also called the chapel his home, it was the place that he resided nearly all hours of the day. He was known as Father Butler, and the thing Father Butler was most commonly known for was his kindness and generosity, especially towards children. Though he was the kind to never turn anyone away, he was also not always such the kind individual to those who didn't deserve his kindness. Father Butler's build was that of a tank, he stood six feet five inches tall, thirty nine inch chest width, seven inch biceps and a ridiculously toned core. His time when he wasn't spent giving sermons was obviously spent in the gym. Night had fallen uneventfully for the church, and no one had decided to come to the nighttime service that was offered and held. So Father Butler and the small chorus group that sang for the church held a short service and called it an early night. Father Butler, who's first name was Chris had just locked up the doors and slipped of the black glove that he wore over his left hand always. It covered two things for him, on the back of his hand was a intricate and very geometric tattoo, on the palm of his hand was a long and clearly deep scar that went from his thumb to his pinky. He was about to pull his robe off and go hit the weights when a faint knocking sounded at the door. His right eyebrow crooked upward, and he shook his head deciding not to answer the knock. They were closed up for the night, and if he didn't respond the individual would likely just go away. He then heard the female voice call out through the large wooden doors and he sighed out. She needed shelter, of course she did. This wasn't an all too uncommon thing to happen for him, last week he'd let two prostitutes on the run from their pimp stay here for three nights because he couldn't just turn them away. What sort of a man of God would he be if he did? As Chris approached the door and reached out his left hand he placed it against the wood and the scar on his hand burned as if it had just been sliced open again. His bright green eyes narrowed and he took his hand off the door. Whipping his head left and right, he looked around as if he was expecting to see someone standing next to him, and as he backed away the sensation faded. Approaching the door once more, he reached out his hand and the sensation started to come back. Quickly unlocking the door and opening the right side of it, Chris expected to be face to face with a hideously horned creature. But what he found shocked him, in more ways than just one. There on the ground, kneeling and looking like an utter mess was that of a female. No matter how hard she tried to hide her features, the spaded black tail and the rather golden brown horns stood out to him. Chris Butler was a ' Demonhunter ' of sorts, demons existed in this world just as they did in Hell. Though they more often than not took the form of humans in order to disguise themselves, the lesser demons of course aren't capable of using their own bodies so they must use the bodies of living humans by pushing the individual soul to the side. This is what Father Butler has been going out and preventing, as well as other smaller scale crimes. A demon wishes for sanctuary from a Holy place? he questioned confused as to what she was trying to get at. Judging from her appearance he was able to make a few educated guesses as to what or who she was in Hell. She was a lower rung demon, likely a succubus that was not enjoying her time spent as a slave and so she was on the run. Even in Hell there were rules and regulations you had to follow, and the punishments for not following them were even more severe than they were on Earth. As he was about to close the door on her, Chris got a feeling in his stomach, something told him that he couldn't turn his back on her even if she was a demon. Stopping and turning back around, he opened the door wide enough for her to crawl inside if she was unable to walk. I will give you fifteen minutes to explain yourself, then I'll decide if I give you shelter or not. Chris told her, waiting for her to come inside before shutting the door and locking it again.