3 months...........13 days..........15 hours.............37 minutes and 237 seconds since Credo had witnesssed a man dressed in black, take some of the most powerful demonic essences and ride off never to be seen again, but Credo was not counting the times since that event. The half human, half devil had moved on from that event..........Maybe it was his cocky nature that allowed him to shrug off the fact that a stranger had enough demonic power to cause world wide dame.......Even if the demons had been killed.....They still posed a threat even after death. It was Credo's arrogance that he could defeat any foe that stopped him from earchings.....Instead opting to take down some of the lesser demons as a much needed break.
"What will it be" The man behind the bar.......Medium height......Large build, quite stocky........possibly 310 with stubble spoke in a thick scottish accent. It was not often that these lands would be visited.......Instead he allowed there own hunters to deal with the threats, of the demon world. This time his visit was different, he was there strictly to get away and relax........And his idea of relaxation was a sleazy bar in an even sleazier town. The bar was only small, the lighting was dim. Like a morning dusk......There was light but the ratio of darkness was greater then that of the light. There were only 4 small tables.....Each one in a booth, to give privacy. Each table was occupied.......3 men on each one. None of them spoke and they kept to themselves, there looks were one of suspicion, but in these bars everyone is suspicious because we all have something to hide.
"A glass of..........Milk" A pause of 7 seconds came after the request, not from himself but from the man behind the bar, who looked at him like he was crazy.........A man ordering a glass of milk in a bar where its customers all hide a dark secret.....Well it was unheard of. Credo watched as the man went to the back. Every move he made caused the stool he was on to creak. Beside the stool was a guitar case............Black in colour, no design or any special feature, just your average guitar case. As the man returned with the glass, that was dirty and sticky, probally because it was yet to be washed from the last man using it. Credo stood up, taking his glass and made his way to the pool table. The cloth was a dark blue.......Placing his glass down on the edge of the table. Removing the money, Credo placed it in and pushed. The mechanical mechanisms cranking and working to release the balls.
As he got the cue........He turned around to see himself, surrounded by the 12 men who had been sitting at the table. Three of them were on either side. The cue held firmly in his hands......While keeping his arm loose and free. One of them smiled, as Credo quickly turned and impaled the man's skull who was about to stab him. Taking his knife........Credo used it to slice the other necks, causing the blood to spray out in a wide spread pattern. The blood just like the colour of his long jacket......All of them fell down, as the man behind the bar looked in shock. Credo moved and picked up his guitar case.........As he made his way to the door, the sound of growling and shedding of skin could be heard.......Not turning around Credo smiled with a grin of satisfaction.
"Watch out!!!!!!!!" The man behind thebar screamed out. Credo reached down and moved either side of his jacket to there respective sides and unholstered Requiem and Dream, one black........The other silver in colour. Resting the weapons on his shoulder....Not even turning around, he pulled the triggers allowing the holy bullets to enter what was behind him?........What had scared the man behind the bar so much? As Credo turned around, the dog like demons were crumbling into dust as the skin of humans lay on the floor. Holstering his weapons........Credo walked outside and made his way down the dark street, that was like a ghost town. As he walked down the street.......Credo was yet again surrounded but this time these men were dressed in black, like the man from that day. Credo kept his right hand firmly gripped on his guitar case. "Credo the UNCS would like you to take part in operation Rising Sun........And be apart of the We Are Legend team operating in Japan. As a demon hunter of amazing skill your assistance will beneeded to deal with those threats beyond this world" Looking at the man as he yawned.
"I dont do team's" Walking past the man as his boots hit the gravelly floor and the wind picked up........Causing his silver hair to sway from side to side. "If you join we can help you find the man who you have been looking for.........We have the technology and resources, you help us........We help you" Stopping in mid step, Credo turned and paced back, he could feel there fear. Removing Dream, he placed it against his cheek, as they drew there weapons. Smiling with a cocky grin, his crimson eyes glowing in the presence of a full moon.
"Where do i sign up"