One day like another was about to start for Redbow. Get up. Look out the window. Yell Nope. Fall back onto the bed. Get up again. Curse laziness. I swear why do i even get up in the morning, i am a goddamn Demon i should do whatever the Hell i want, instead i have to wake as the bloody Mortals, i swear one of those days.. He kept muttering to himself throughout the first half a hour awaken. Of course, as everyone else, he hated waking up. Red looked at the mirror on the wall right next to his bed, the Redbow in the mirror did not seem to follow the real ones actions, as if it simply had a life of its own. Dont bother me.. He hissed at the mirror as a tendril burst out and smashed it. Alright..what do we have here.. He grinned and cracked his neck as he trotted out of his mansion and took off, heading towards civilations, therefore a chance to get hired by someone. As he thought, after a few hours of wandering throughout Canterlot, a hooded and rather elder stallion approached him with a simple task. The Demon had gained a certain infamy as Mercenary, mostly because of his rather gory way of getting his job done. It was perhaps over dramatic, but it sure worked out, thats what he always used to say. And he was indeed right about that, who else would be perfect as a Killer if not a Demon itself? Sunset, somewhere in the woods a group of ponies seemed to wait for someone. Was it the dark red pony that so randomly was staring at them? Probably yes. One of the ponies spotted two red dots looking in their direction, then, slowly, he also saw that what seemed like branches were instead tendrils. The pony warned the others of his group and began to back away, but not before seeing a wide grin opening into sharp fangs. Why, hello gentlemen. A rather mature sounding voice greeted, the source of the voice stepping out of the shadow for then bowing to them. I couldnt help but notice...you seem quite lost. Redbow tilted his head slightly to the left and stared once again, his tone was the one of someone not even trying to sound like willing to help. Also.. He added, now sounding slightly more childish as his red eyes began to shine and reflect the light that the sun still could offer. ...I am very sorry. The ponies attempted to attack using magic, merely failing as the Demon was simply to quick on hoof to get. Soon enough one of them screamed and began to struggle, one of the tendrils had grabbed him and slowly was squeezing him into a bloody pulp, the screams were stopped as the ponys neck finally broke under the pressure. Ooops, my bad.. Red chuckled and approached the remaining four ponies. Look, i am really sorry, i simply sometimes cannot behave myself...Can we please solve this in a civil way? He leaned closer to them, close enough for one of them to pull out a knife and stab it into the Demons chest. Perhaps not...Well, were back to business!! The pony probably regret stabbing him, ah well, he did not have enough time to register what was happening that he was already being teared apart by the Demons jaws. Needless to say the other three members of the group did not stand a chance that they were as good as dead. In the end of the day Redbow simply flew back to his home, playing around with the bits he gained, and, well, with the bits of the targets. And that, my friends, is an average day.
Posted on: Wed, 06 Nov 2013 22:31:58 +0000
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