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Inquisitors

The young Blake Alderwolf decides to join the fight against the daemon, the monstrous entities that have been reigning terror on mankind all over the world, unaware that he, alongside everyone else are just marionettes in an individual's grand plan.

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Street Fight: False Hope

Time was not on his side. Sarah was close to the half-breed, which could or could not be her sister. And this guy was in his way. Blake grit his teeth in annoyance.

Blake jumped backwards as Spen pounced at him, landing where Blake had originally stood with a crash. Sprouting a black tail, he whipped at Blake, sending him flying and ramming into a car. Blake rolled out of the way, defending against Spen's black paws.

"C'mon Alderwolf!" Spen taunted, "That all you got?"

Blake kicked him back, rolling to his. Channeling licht energy through his body, he propelled himself at Spen, ramming him against a wall. He punched Spen in the face twice and kicked him. Spen coughed amidst laughter.

"Not enough, Alderwolf!" Spen said as he grabbed Blake with his tail and threw him across the street. Blake tumbled, gaining his composure and getting on his knees. He could see that Spen was preparing a black paw. He was going to charge. Blake braced himself, ready to take him down.

He was wrong.

Spen's black claw extended towards Blake slamming and pinning him to the ground. Blake groaned, wincing as Spen jumped high in the air and, with another readied claw covering his hand, landed a punch on Blake. The claws dissipated as Spen stepped back, watching the weakened Blake stand to his feet.

"Nice expression you got there." Spen said, complimenting Blake's glare, "Now you ready to take me seriously."

"You asked for it," Blake said. He dashed at Spen, moving to the side as Spen thrust his claw's at him. He jumped up in the and prepared to land a downward kick on Spen. The latter braced himself only to realize that Blake landed behind him. Blake swiped at Spen's legs, forcing him to his knees Spen barely projected his claw, blocking the stab that Blake had thrust at him.

The hollow within Spen began to lash out uncontrollably. Spen kicked Blake off him and rolled backwards.

What was that? The hollow had never done that before. He looked at Blake's dagger and grunted. Not all hollows lived within their host. Some could dwell in tools called vessels. The big loophole was that artificial vessels could take hollows from biological vessels.

Blake had just tried that.

"Not ready play fair I see." Spen said with a grin, "That's nasty."

"Get out of my way?"

"Or what? You'll kill me? Cause it seems..." Spen instinctively jumped back, his eyes wide open. Blake had tried tried to do something. He could feel it...no, his hollow had felt it. There wasn't one person he was facing, but two. Or that was what he thought at least. Thinking wasn't his thing. It was strategy that was.

Spen laughed as he made a head on attack on Blake. Projecting claws over his hands, he slashed downwards, missing Blake by a hair's breath. Blake slashed at Spen but missed, getting rewarded with an upper kick to the face. Spen spun round and dealt a deadly blow with his projected claws to Blake's chest. Blake staggered backwards, blocking a kick directed to his face. He tried retaliating but Spen was too nibble for him. Blake scanned the area and grew even more anguished. Sarah was too close to it. More like she was in front of it. She was alive but...

He had to end this. Blake charged at Spen, channeling his energy through the blade. He struck the ground twice, causing the ground to spark as astral spears fired at Spen. Much to Blake's shock, He dodged both of them. Standing his ground, Spen began to charge a black ball of energy in his claw.

"This is called a null." Spen explained.

"I don't care." Blake said as he continued to charge onward. Spen smiled as he fired the energy at him. Blake, however, had planned for this. Jumping in the air, he dipped his dagger into the ray of energy. Spinning sideways, he fired a black crescent shot at Spen, countering the ray and causing an explosion, sending both of them in opposite directions.

Blake got up, limping. He looked at where he thought Spen was but he was nowhere to be sight. Not like he cared. He broke into a jog, going through the empty street. Please let him not be too late, please, please, please. He broke out in a run, ignoring the pain. He couldn't let her die, by the hands of her own sister. He couldn't. He had to do everything in his power, no matter the cost.

He was almost there. Almost there. He could see the building in sight. He could see their souls through the building, one in sorrow, one in tremendous pain, just like the other half-breeds. He could make it. He would make it.

The bullets buried themselves deep in Blake's flesh, one in his shoulder, the other in his thigh. Blake stumbled to the ground, unable to grasp the full situation. He heard the sound of car stop abruptly and the sound of two people walking towards him, a man and a woman. He knew who they were. The woman bent down in front of him, a small smile on her face.

"Hello, Blake." Grace said, "Its been a while."

Sarah cautiously approached the half-breed, one step at a time, one hand outstretched. She couldn't see it's form but it looked like any other daemon. But Dr. Vott had not lied. The evidence he had shown her was legit. This was the half-breed.

This was her sister.

Her sister. Rebecca Stone. Becca, as other inquisitors called her. How long had it been? How many days, weeks, months had they been apart. Only to meet like this?

"H...h...hi." Sarah said, "It's me, sis. Your little sister, Sarah, you still remember, right?"

The half-breed stared at her, not moving not flinching. Just staring at her.

"You used to call me your little star, though I did tell you to stop. I wa...was always a crybaby back then. I'd cry and cry whenever you went out on missions and it'll be Martha that will comfort me until you came back. And you'd always come back with gifts and swe...sweets...and we'd play a little game or two...ple.. you remember, right?"

She now stood in front of the half-breed. Face to face. She could feel the cold aura of the daemon, like licht energy that had been twisted and thrown into a pool of toxic waste. But twisted or not, she could still feel her sister in it. She could. She stretched out her hand to touch her sister's face...