2025-06-07 04:46:00Louise regained consciousness to find himself handcuffed to a steel table. A hefty man stood nearby, rolling a small hammer between his palms.
“Hold on, hold on! Before we start, just know I’ll tell you everything you need on any subject —for free!” Louise blurted. He looked up at the voice of a micro speaker on the wall. “ what's the last job you were given and who gave it to you?” “ So that's what we're talking about here? Well yeah a demon arrived at my doorstep one Thursday morning and offered me a job he needed done” “You got offered a job to kill demons by a demon? That didn’t seem strange to you?” General Sandlers asked, voice laced with disbelief. “ I'll call that a slow Thursday, something that struck me as strange though was the fact that there was this particular demon hunter he wanted me to hire” Louise shrugged. “ Who is this person?” The general inquired. “ A kid named Myles. Ah great kid, traumatic childhood past though” Louise said. Meanwhile Dr Winfield who had been thinking listening in on the interrogation immediately got to work on his computer. “ Sir there's a possibility that this kid might be the one that the demon actually needs…” he trailed off as soon as he brought up Myles biography. “ What is it?” Sandlers demanded. “ Ummm general, the kid might prove to be a difficult quest” Winfield stuttered. Sandlers looked at the computer screen where his photo and abilities where highlighted. “ First name Myles last name unknown, gone AWOL on ten different jobs. Now works as an elite demon hunter and mercenary. If what I'm seeing here's true he'd be an equal with our Alpha operatives” “ What's his reason for absence?” Sandlers inquired, his eyes narrowed. “ It says here that “Lost interest”. ” Winfield murmured with an arched eyebrow. *** The lair of Kaelin was an elegant skyscraper on the outside made to fool people of its actually use. On the inside however, there was no such elegance. The interior spoke of broken linoleum flooring and peeled paint. He had bought the building anonymously with the use of an agent and had stuffed it with demons he'd managed to link up with. Kaelin was waiting in a room, ominously cleaning the blade of his sword. He looked up when A ripple of shadow twisted in the corner, and the entity Nixx emerged. “ Where is it Nixx?” Kaelin demanded. “ Forgive me Kaelin, I was unable to retrieve the watch.” Nixx said, falling to it's knees immediately. Tension cracked like live wire in the room as Kaelin’s anger flared. “ The human might be more resourceful than my own soldiers” Kaelin raged. “ I'm sorry leader, I failed you and I promise it won't happen again.” Nixx pleaded. “It seemed like the human is just a bit beyond human” he added in the hope of sparking Kaelin's curiosity and finally cool his anger. That did it. “ What do you mean” Kaelin inquired, slightly intrigued. “ The human has a glowing symbol on his right hand, it seemed to me like it was the source of the extraordinary strength he now possess” “ Symbol you say?” Kaelin murmured in deep thought. A glowing symbol can only mean… the human’s being helped by a god? But which of those self-satisfied gods would want to empower a mortal and what good could he be against me? “ Tell the others to get ready, we go for the other trumpets soon” “ Will do Lord.” … *** “ General Sandlers?” Dr Winfield prompted. “ I think I've got something, you see in the bible there was the reputed seven trumpets which were meant to end the civilization of all on earth.” “ so?” “ I believe that's the reason why the demon's after this Myles, he must have a trumpet on him.” Winfield theorized. “ We only have to find out what this trumpet looks like.” “ Keep working on it” Sandlers ordered and walked into a meeting room where the leaders of various groups of hired mercenaries were together. “ The name's General Adams Sandlers, the fifth descendant of Sir Steve Sandlers the great founder of Paragon. Today we might be facing a possible war but it may be prevented through the capture of a possible threat.” “ Well our job’s to do any dirty job that pays, we don't give a f- about someone's else problem” A mercenary said. “ Oh we're gonna pay you…” Sandlers started. “ So far so good” the mercenary chimed. “ But I'll have to warn you, this man's a hunter a demon hunter who's a master at all forms of physical and psychological torture, six feet tall and exceptionally gifted in combat. I strongly advise you engage him with your full force” A mercenary raised an arm. “ Those this superman bugger gotta a name?”. “ Your objective is named Myles, you are to capture him alive and hand him over to the Paragon officers who'll be waiting undercover in the field” Sandlers replied. “ How much is the motherf- worth anyway?” Another asked. “ A million dollars” Sandlers replied to collective gasps of surprise among the mercenary leaders. “ This a top secret operation mandated by the president, we will be deploying a civilian asset named Louise Parker to keep him distracted while you move in. The contract shall be open by midnight, first person to deliver the package to the officers gets the cash, that will be all” The general concluded… Myles apartment was dark and cold when Louise entered with a bugged briefcase. “ Jeez the place feels colder than it's owner” Louise muttered with a shiver. “ Myles! Yo it's your buddy Louise, Myles!” He called. An icy breeze got in through the opened windows and again Louise shivered. “ Ugh well it seems no one's home” Louise said. Suddenly irritated he turned on his heel and came face to face with the barrel of a pistol. “Jesus Christ!” Louise yelped. “Myles! You scared me, man!”. “ Hey man, how ya doing?” Myles said with a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. “ I could do better to tell you the truth if you didn't have a barrel pressed to my temple right now?” Louise stuttered. “ Sorry man I wish I could help you out with that, I do have a little story for you though.” Myles smiled, his tone icy. “ A story?” Louise stammered. “ Yeah trust me on this you're gonna love it. So get this —the last job I did, the one you gave me it turned out to actually be a set up just so a semisolid shape shifting demon could try to steal my watch crazy right?” Myles smiled. “ Uhh yeah really crazy” Louise said with a forced laugh that was cut off by the change in Myles expression. “ You've got a lotta explaining to do buddy and you gotta make it quick, I've got a little Parkinson in my trigger finger”
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The alarms blared through Paragon like war drums.Lieutenant Anna was the first to the command deck. Surveillance feeds flooded the holoscreens, broadcasting chaos erupting across Manhattan’s Upper East Side. Fires roared across rooftops. Power lines danced like live serpents. The skyline shimmered with a sulfurous haze, as three distinct figures carved a path of destruction through traffic and concrete."Feed stabilized," Melissa called out, fingers flying across the data console. "Visual confirmed. Demonic trio inbound."The Alpha Team gathered quickly. The footage zoomed in.Sorran—a towering demon of blackened steel and flame, swept a claw through a delivery van like paper. Infernox trailed behind, his bull-like horns wreathed in shifting fire, laughing as he melted a row of cars with a single wave. Floating above it all was Nixx—formless and shimmering, its silhouette warping like smoke trying to remember how to be human.Jack slamme
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Echoes Of Stephen
Kaelin stood alone in his room while he inspected the coin over and over again, his mind was already racing with ways of activating it efficiently.Infernox materialized in the room with a burst of hellfire. The large man-size upright bull demon made a bow.“ Lord Kaelin, we're ready to proceed with the trumpet activation and next trumpet retrieval”“ Hold on, I'm still formulating a plan but have sorran and Nixx on standby then await my orders.” Kaelin ordered. His thoughts drifted off to other events as soon as Infernox left the room, he recollected a time when he was still completely human…Before he was Kaelin, he was Stephen Spector—a legend among Paragon’s Alpha Division, a soldier whose reputation preceded him like a war chant. His every mission was a clinic in precision, his leadership style sharp and uncompromising. Stephen wasn’t just the best among the elite; he was the measure by which all others were judged.
Echoes In The Archives
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The Blood Forged Coin
The Arctic night in Siberia was a pale void—moonlight striking ice with a dull flash, creating a realm of silver and shadow. Debris from the Guardian’s collapse scattered across the glacier, its shattered armor and cracked crystalline shards glinting like frozen stars beneath Kaelin’s boots.He walked calmly, eyes narrowed. The scorched, frost‑chilled air filled his nostrils with antiseptic cold and metallic smoke. Beside him, Sorran’s black flame danced across the wreckage, melting ice into steam that hissed and carved small rivulets through the frozen ground. Nixx drifted ahead in a formless blur, darting among splinters of obsidian armor and fragments of demon bone.Kaelin paused mid‑step as his breathing slowed into measured control. He raised a gloved hand, the shape‑shifting silhouette of Nixx folding back into darkness. Behind him, Sorran hacked at a frozen mound with his Hellthorn blade, sparks exploding across the ice with every forceful swing.
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