(*cough cough SingedAngel cough cough*)
What do monsters fear more then those who walk in the light. Simple. They fear the one who hides in their shadows. The darkest of darkness. He was brought in years ago by the cults who summoned him by name. The Rift Walker, The Seething one of Shadows. A "Voidling" whence birthed from the darkest corners of hell and shot fourth from a summoning ritual. He is Randuin. A hunter of darkness, a being of human form, or rather, it was the form he thought most appealing. Taking the shape of man, he seemed rather mortal. But those who summoned him soon found themselves backed into a dark corner as he slaughtered with bare hands one by one.
The fools, the unleashed a devil itself incarnated in flesh of man. And so he walked in the shadows, he disliked the light so. His eyes hinged from the light. They could never adjust to such brightness. He hid from man, gathering what he could through time expanded. Humans evolved more and more. Their technology grew more ample and with power. But still, in the shadows Randuin kept himself secret. Unlike other creatures of the darkness. They blindly stepped forward, hindering themselves to be acknowledged.
He was smarter,faster and stronger. His human body needed nourishment through natural mammal feedings on meat, fruit and vegetation. With time he learned to cultivate, to grow things, to destroy and to nurture. He learned to blend, learn to act, speak and become much like a chameleon amongst the humans. Many other beings of darkness learned this trick, yet their hungers and tribulations were far greater then his. They slipped. The humans startled by their discovery of the dark ones brought much bloodshed on both sides over the countless years Randuin breathed and lived in hiding and seclusion.
Time would pass on without him aging. He stayed as a young man, that form gave him leeway for respect from elderly and young humans. Someone on the verge of life and yet not to far from walking his first steps. Yet as time and technology advanced, he stayed somewhat old fashioned. He loved blades, knifes and swords were his forte. A man who wielded a sword like no other, not many other then creatures of darkness could catch his handwork. To most humans, simply blinking would give way to missing out three slashes Randuin could draw his blade and cut three men down in that time frame.
And as time progressed, so did the methods for humans to finding the creatures of darkness and keep them in hiding from the innocents. It was an admirable trait of humans, to hide their deepest secrets from others. Some knew of them, even the lesser humans knew what stood in the darkness, peering out at them.
Yet they would be classified as deranged and loonies. But all the more, the humans had a hierarchy. A government of humans had found about him somehow. Tracking him for years in advance, gather little tidbits of data on him till finally they found him in the new millennium of year 1990's.
The world was at it's peak, darkness was brimming at night, even with all the artificial light the humans had created for themselves.
The humans had made a group. “Hunters.” How original, not very practical or special. Randuin had hopped for a fancier name given the human languages. But besides that they seemed rather official as the broke into Randuins loft which he achieved over time of collecting money for centuries. Their guns, blades and superficial artifacts of religions drawn to hold him down while they gave him a proclimation.
Work for the hunters or die by their hands. Randuin only laughed at them. Then killed the squads of five members till they had him cornored, riddles with bullets, stabbed and cut up. Bled out to much. His human body had trouble keeping up with his dark powers over the years, he had grown old and weary. He was about to throw himself into deaths loving embrace to rejoin with the darkness. But a human had ordered the men to step down. A bald headed weird human who seemed rather calm and asked in a more polite tone then the others if Randuin would join them as he was more then capable of taking down several hunters with just a sword in hand.
The bald headed human gave but one request. “Follow and keep tabs on Project 343. She Is one of our special cases. She will be hunting a nosforatu elder. A powerful being. Will you help us?” Randuin paused to stab his blade into the fine marble floor of his living room which was in utter shambles.
“And If I refuse....I'm dead right?” The bald numbskull nodded.
“F@!$.....” He whispered under his breath. The bullet holes were closing, they had givin him some tiem fro a second breath. He could have killed them all. But he did'nt he gave a cocky smile. Running his hand through his long thick hair. “Fine...But, after i'm done this job....I'm gonna disappear, none of you will ever find me again.”
The bald one nodded, uttered some mysticism and struck the creature of darkness with a ball of light at his chest. Sending Randuin into the wall and crumbling to the ground coughing and hacking for air.
“That energy surge was a tracking spell. I will remove it when your mission is done. If you flee. We will find you, and kill you....Randuin. The Hunter your going to accompany, she is strong and....gifted with a terrible curse. Our sources say she's at a local bar. You may begin your journey there.” They soon left. Leaving the creature of darkness to gather his strength. Then to out into the darkness to find this Hunter.
Randuin was angered but somewhat amazed by the turn of events. He could not fathom the humans possessing supernatural gifts in this era. Something had progressed their evolution? Maybe the involvement with dark ones had caused the humans to delve deeper into their own traits. It was interesting, but he had little time to ponder. Gathering himself, some new threads and his trusty blade and throwing knifes. He set out into the dark streets. He knew the bar they spoke of, he lived several streets from it. He soon took off on foot. Vehicles were not needed with his supernatural speed and agility. He moved like a blur in the darkness, manly would only catch a glimpse of a shadowing moving.
It wasn’t long till he came upon the bar. His weapons hidden from sight not to draw attention to himself. Sighing as he entered, roughened up enough, he needed a drink. The humans had created such a superb poison. It kills you slowly if you drink to much of it, but to little and all its worth was to rot your liver slightly and make you feel lopsided. “Alcohol....such a lovely concoction.” He mumbled as he staggered to the front of the bar. He was still weak, the dim lights helped though. The darkness would heal him as he licked his wounds in private with the simple sips of the whiskey he ordered. His eyes scanned around him only to stop on a fair young women dressed to kill.
She was lovely indeed, his human body responded with blood rushing to his groin in a tingling excitement of human hormones. She must have been his targeted companion. She was the only women who didn’t gawk at his good looks.
