Thread: Kris Cuthbert, demon hunters (Alpha and Kattdclaw)

Of all the cults in all the world Max was convinced that The Brotherhood of the Black Pharaoh had to be the stupidest. Sure there where plenty of other cults out there that worshiped The Elder Things, but most of them were new aged bulls hit, fad religions that came and went and had no real idea what they were talking about. Those groups at worst managed the occasional spirit summoning and got someone possessed, they never actively tried to awaken something so old and powerful it could destroy the entire world by just sneezing. What the hell had made them think some random chick they nabbed from a club we be a virgin? Maybe they had some overly specific criteria they had to meet, like they had been told to offer up a red headed virgin with a nice rack and someone had just figured two out of three would work. It's not like some slumbering ancient monster in another dimension would know the difference. It was also entirely possible that fuck ups like this one were why, even after thousands of years, the Brotherhood had yet to wake their sleeping god. He couldn't help but smirk as the would be victim of the Brotherhood pointed out exactly the opinion Max held about them. Well, time to be a big damned hero... he muttered to himself before clearing his throat and address the gathered cultists, Alright, so it looks like there has been some kind of mix up and this young beauty does not meet the criteria to be sacrificed to your lord and master. So how's about you cut her loose and we all go our separate ways nice and cool like? His request was met by the sound of a shotgun being cocked and leveled at him by one of the figures closest to him, DEATH TO THE INTERLOPER! shrieked the gunmen before squeezing the trigger. A line work tattoo around Max's left wrist flared to life and he yanked the hand up. The buckshot pellets slammed into an invisible wall inches from his body, the force of the blast knocking back, tumbling head over heels into a wooden support beam that he slammed into with a shout of pain. Alright, let's do this the hard way.... Another shotgun blast slammed into the shield, causing him the flinch before he swung out with one hand, an invisible wall of force slammed into hooded figures, knocking them down like bowling pins leaving Max to scramble to his feet and dash towards the wooden platform. The shooter was trying to stagger back to his feet as he passed him and was met with a sneakered foot planted firmly in his face. He felt the assailant's nose break under sole his shoe. With some effort Max hauled himself up onto the platform and approached the alter, stopping in his tracks to stare dumb struck at the mostly naked woman laid out on the table. He didn't like to make assumptions about a person's character based on their looks but how ANYONE could think a woman with a body like that was a virgin was completely beyond his comprihension. While he was busy gawking at what he could only describe as a mega babe, Max failed to notice the head cultist had recovered and gotten back up onto the platform, seizing the knife he swiftly shoved the invader aside and rose the knife high above his head still chanting and prepaired to drive it down between the perfectly shaped breasts of his victim.