OoC: Sorry I'm late.

BiC: The sun shone in the sky. The dense fog that lingered around the city streets disappeared, bringing out the mortal beings from their hiding. The vampires were gone as well, as they were in hiding from the deadly beams of light that could burn them to the ground they set foot on. Vampires weren't the only ones hiding from the sun, though.

"Just sit still, and I'll get these wounds fixed up for you." And old man was tending the wounds of the beast, who was also in hiding from the sun's rays inside an abandoned warehouse.

"Hurry up and close them, so that I can go after that stupid werewolf tonight," Kinar growled. His acidic blood poured out from his body through the severe cuts he had been given by his prey the other night. The demon's blood fell to the ground, burning it as it poured out. "And if you plan to stop me, old man, I will feast on you instead."

"Always the same threats, but you still keep me here with you," the old man sighed, wearing thick, rubber gloves to protect his hands from the acidic blood. He was weaving a needle through the demon's skin to close the wound with metallic thread, which he made sure would not burn. "If you keep that up, then whatever you chase after will die only by anything but you."

"Shut up, human!" the demon replied with furious behaviour, angered by the old man's words. "Whoever tries to escape from me will face death by my hands. Do not forget that, old man!"

"Just keep still, or this won't close up so easily." The old man continued weaving the metallic thread through Kinar's skin. During that time Kinar fell silent, resting from the night before. The battle between him and his prey played through his mind. You will not escape me, mortal, for whosoever decides to start a fight with me will perish by me. I swear on my clan's life that you will die the next time I see you.

"Alright, all done," the old man said with a proud feeling in him. "I think that's a good job I did, don't you think?"

The demon stood up and moved his arm around. "The scars are not so bothersome, but they will be in the way."

"Now all you have to do now is just rest and by nightfall you can..."

Kinar turned his head quickly one way. He sensed a presence in the area, outside the warehouse he was in. It was a small, faint presence, weak and helpless compared to a human's strength. It was small, almost like a rat. Kinar first thought it was a rat, until he took precautions. Quickly putting on the top part of his robe, Kinar dashed toward the presence of the weak life he sensed.

"Hey, wait!" The old man called out to the demon, clutching a piece of cloth in his hand. "What about your ma..." and before he could finish, he just decided to forget about it.

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A little imp was searching for something around the outside of the warehouse, but it wasn't obvious as to what it was he was looking for. He scurried all around the place, but it seemed that he could not find what it was he came for.

"Damn, I can't find him," the imp said, irritated. "I thought he was here, but now I can't find him. Where could he..."

At that moment he was kicked up and crushed between a box and someone's palm. The imp looked at who attacked him without his notice, and saw what he assumed was what he was looking for. He could not tell what it was, though, for the shadowsthey were in concealed part of his face.

"I finally found you, demon," the imp said, assuming correctly that it was a demon.

"Who the hell are you, imp!" Kinar asked demandingly. "And why do you mock my strength by coming here?"

"Forgive me, I am only here by my master's orders." The imp began to breathe heavily. "He asks that all demons we can find shall come to him."

"Why should I come? If there is no purpose for me to come, then I should just rip you apart." Kinar snarled into the imp's face, creating more fear in the little creature.

"Please don't," the imp begged. "I don't klnow his reasons, but he asks that you come to him."

Kinar thought about if he should go or not. The idea of going seemed like a waste of time if no reason existed as to why he should go, but even then he would not go. However, something in him drove his curiosity further about the imp's master and his reason for sending a messenger to call Kinar to his presence. His mind, then and there, was set.

"Fine," the demon replied. "I will go to your master."

"That's great," the imp said relieved. "Let me go, and I can lead you to him."

"No need for that," Kinar said. His hand which clutched onto the imp gripped the little creature even more, killing it. Blood poured down onto Kinar's hand, and he licked the blood off. Being that it was no good for the demon, Kinar spat it out with disgust. He walked into the warehouse, ignoring the sun's rays burning his flesh slowly. He turned his head to see the crushed imp on the floor.

"I can find him myself, without the help of a weak creature."

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"Are you sure that you should go, Kinar?" the old man asked worriedly. "What if it could be a trap?"

"Stop wasting your time worrying about me, old man," Kinar said annoyed by the man's complaints, as he was putting his leather armour on himself. "Even if it were, this 'master' would be at my feet, begging for his life."

"Just be careful," the old man warned. "Even if they hate you, or unaware of you, humanity needs you Kinar."

"Oh, shut up about them," Kinar snapped, as he placed his chest piece onto his chest. "They only agravate me, nothing more. They are weak, and they deserve nothing from me, let alone my protection from vampires."

"Just come back, alright?" The old man asked.

Kinar put his gauntlets around his forearms, and checked out if everything worked well. He unsheathed his blades from his gauntlets, and sheathed them back after speculation. He then lifted his right forearm to his face and unsheathed the blade from around his wrist, and soon sheathed it back.

"Now that you're ready to go," the old man began, "Is it such trouble as to use the door?"

Before he could get an answer, the old man witnessed Kinar's dash out through the window, shattering the glass into many pieces.. The old man became a bit irritated afterwards. "Damn, Kinar. Can't you save an old man from cleaning after you?"

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