A figure strode through the dark streets, A crucifix hung from their neck and a White sword in a scabbard was slung across his back, He stopped when he came to a Warehouse. Pulling out a Cell-phone he punched in a number and talked into it,
"This is Cross, I think I've found our Satanists."
"So, are these stupid kids playing with fire or can I get a little wrathful?"
"The Aura readings look like they're trying to summon a Hell-touched."
Cross groaned, the last time he had to fight a Hell-Touched he had to use his Angel, which he hated, As he strode he felt like laughing, if he was still part of those stupid Prayer Warriors he'd probably would have nuked the neighborhood and called it a night. Instead, he was an Exorcist, a group that had come in conflict with those psychos a couple dozen times, He paused, a man wearing armor holding a pipe stood guard, Quickly whispering a prayer to Emile Luigin, the Patron Saint of Assassins, Cross faded from view, The guard paused as an unseen force gripped his arm, before going limp as his neck was broken. Cross faded into view and entered the building, he gasped at the Massive Demonic Aura, Several figures were surrounding a glowing red circle, Cross shook his head, Idiots! If they unleashed the Demon with this much power, the entire city would die! Drawing his blade he slashed forward, The First summoner saw him and reached for his revolver,
He didn't make it.
Cross ducked under a baseball bat and stabbed through the man's chest before holding the blade to the final survivor's throat, It was just a kid, younger then Cross actually,
"Do you know what you could have done?!?"
"Well, you could have blown this entire damn city up!"
He threw the boy to the ground.
"Get lost before I kill you. And don't try this again."
The ground shook as an explosion ripped through the wall, Cross dropped the Heretic as a man dressed in overly gaudy religious wear walked into the scene a large ax hung from their hand, Cross tensed up for battle, It was a Prayer Warrior, a religious fanatic who chalked the bible up to "Kill the f*ck out of anything you disagree with" Cross twirled his sword around,
"So, how can I help you?"
"WHERE IS THE HERETIC?!?"
Cross raised his hands defensively,
"Whoa, he's just a kid, probably was going to be sacrificed."
"SHUT UP! HE WILL DIE! HE HAS-"
"Shut up. Just shut up."
The man swung his ax in a wild, easily avoidable arc, Cross sidestepped and buried his blade into the man's wrist, forcing him to drop the ax, He then brought the Sword back and swung downward, cleaving into his opponent's head. Cross walked away from the body as sirens sounded in the distance, Unfortunately, where one Prayer Warrior was, there was always more of those psychos, Sure enough, the sound of a screaming Mob issued from behind Cross, Dozens of Fanatical psychos charged him, screaming on how he was a Heretic, Cross smashed into a boating store and started to rummage, before finding what he needed, Running out into the streets he looked at the screaming hordes.
Cross pulled the trigger of the loaded Flare gun.