“Lust...how many idiot men died for lust. Its never love like they say...its always lust.”

 

The stranger starts after an hour of silence as he takes a drag from his cigarette. Who was he talking to? It didn't really matter. With as many beers that lay on the table before him anyone could be sitting in that empty chair. This crazy stranger has been here for a while, drinking and saying nothing just looking to the chair across from him with a stare that could burn a hole in the wall.

 

“I was feared once. With the light blazing behind me my blade ripped through countless foes without so much as a pause. I was on the front lines and it was wonderful. Life was battle and duty and there was nothing else. ”

 

He sighed and took another drag of his cigarette blowing the smoke in the face of the would be person sitting across from him. Another beer was drained, another beer was brought. The bar was slow tonight and the bartender would drain every last little dollar he could out of the crazy one.

 

“Then...then I proved to be as stupid as any idiot male on this planet. I was separated from my unit by a rather large explosion. I met her...wounded, and still one of the most deadly creatures I've ever seen. We fought alone for hours...but in the end swords were tossed aside and we fucked. There was no love...we were tired, she kissed me and I let her.”

 

He laughed and looked off away from his 'buddy' lost in his own thoughts.

 

“Oh it was magical. That was my first time. THEY...don't like us doing that. Its a sin since we can't have kids.”

 

He said pointing upward...

 

“They found out about it...not sure how, but they did. They made me watch as she was lead away in chains. I still don't know what happened to her. They tell me she was executed, but even after all these eons something tells me it was a lie. AT the time though I believed them. So at that time she was dead...and I mourned. I don't know why but I mourned...for someone whom I didn't even know their name.”

 

He leaned forward to put out his cig in an empty bottle another is pulled out and lit.

 

“I expected death too, but they thought it was their duty to show me 'mercy' and cast me out of their society. Sent me here...”

 

he motioned all around him.

 

“I've been here for a long time....a long time. Of course I'm still bitter, but I don't waste my time worrying about it anymore. I found a lovely hobby. I'm really good at it too, it helps me pass the time.”

 

The stranger would chuckle and lean in to whisper to his invisible buddy.

 

“I'm a hunter now. I keep the balance. No God, no Devil...just Luther. Angels, demons. I don't give a shit. Fight in Heaven, fight in Hell. I don't care...hunt on Earth...and that is where I get involved. Your kind I don't hate. Its just you...you I hate."

  

Everyone had stopped paying attention to this odd man talking to an empty chair at this point. That is until the chair his 'buddy' was sitting in flew across the room and the table flipped itself over. The stranger would just grin at this point, fully expecting this to happen he moved out of the way of the table with a grace that seemed otherworldly, especially for one who seemed to be 'drunk.'

Words tumbled from his lips in a language that could only be described as divinely musical, and the door to the bar shut and sealed itself, after a few moments a massive, ground shaking thud slammed against the door.

 

“You haven't been following the rules, Tor'gath. Children....that is taboo even for your kind. So I get to kill you. I get to kill you and I am going to giggle like a little girl while I do it.”

 

That smirk turned sadistic as he pulled out a very ornate looking pistol and let a single bullet fly. By this time people in the bar were cowering in the back trying to figure out what is going on, how did this man make all of this happen. Is it a prank?

 

It was a few feet before the bullet would have slammed into the door that it seemed to stop in midair. The glamor faded around the demon, who stood a mere six and a half feet tall with skin of ash gray. His eyes widened in surprise as his body turns to soot from around the bullet hole and spreading out. \

 

“How...?”

 

It said as it turned to nothing but heated ash and soot. The hunter would say nothing and mutter a litany making all in the bar pass out. He'd take time to put them back at their tables, and in about twenty minutes they would remember nothing. He was good with that...he didn't do this to be remembered. He was no real hero. Heroes save people...all he did was punish.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Race:

Fallen Angel

 

 

 

 

 

OOC:
Whisper friendly

no minor(under 18) characters please

Open minded for story lines

One will not get lovey dovey romance from this toon, so please don't try

That being said. Romance is possible, just not in the classic way

Story>smut

For the above, I don't want the focus to be smut

More story...way more story

And if I am on this character, I want to play him not make a new one

 Any time period is open