Fire was considered the most destructive element for a reason. While wind and water both carried their risks in certain situations, and the amount of destruction that earth related disasters caused was nothing to scoff at, fire was still considered to be above them. Despite lacking in sheer force and maneuverability which the other elements possessed, there was no underestimating the terror that it could bring. It was not difficult to see why though. While all elements were perfectly capable of causing harm, fire seemed to be the one specifically designed to do so to humans in a much more painful manner. There were few things as terrifying as watching fiery red and orange tongues of flame reduce a living and breathing individual to little more than a pile of acrid smelling charred flesh and bones. The restriction was not limited to humans only. Across the world, one of the most common answers to getting rid of something inherently unpleasant was "kill it with fire". And because
The first thing that Anna felt when she woke up was pain. Her head throbbed with an acute headache that made her want to retreat back into the blissful realm of unconsciousness to escape the pain. She blinked twice to clear off the rest of the grogginess still dampening her senses. Slowly she pushed herself off the ground, her small hands bracing her weight against the stone floor-wait, stone? Her thoughts cleared in an instant as she suddenly became acutely aware of her surroundings. She was lying on the cold hard floor of a gigantic chamber. From the stalactites and stalagmites up and around her, she could tell she was either inside an earthen structure or underground. Given that the air here did not seem to be stagnant, she leaned towards the former. "You've awoken. Good."The sudden voice had her looking around until her eyes landed on the speaker who seemed like he had been watching her for sometime now. He appeared old, but not too old, rather like someone who was just pas
'The demon's host! It's Melanie!' For some reason, Mia realized that she had not been too surprised by the news. In fact, when she thought about it, it actually made more sense for that to be the case. All the unprovoked antagonizing actions the school diva had taken against Whitney now seemed more understandable. Whitney's first encounter with Melanie had coincidentally occurred after the former had been cursed. In the same manner, the wealthy girl's hostility towards Whitney had seen a gradual increase with each passing day. Mia knew now that it was because with every day that went by, the inevitable showdown between them drew closer. She forced herself to focus her attention to the reactions of the people around her. The vampires had little reaction to the revelation, although Mia could see what almost looked like a faint smirk on Veronica's red lips. It was no secret that the vampire princess had long been in an unspoken struggle for social status dominance with Melanie.
This was not going well. It was not going well at all. Whitney forced herself to lower her panting as she took cover behind a tree that had a wide trunk. Her amber eyes scanned her surroundings and she immediately dropped to the ground in a crouch. Like a phantom of the night, a hulking mass phased into existence near her and bisected the tree in two halves with a single swipe of its glowing red hot claws. She did not even look at the beast despite dodging the attack. With experience born from repeated encounters with these particular attack, Whitney dive-rolled away to seek cover elsewhere. Less than a second later, the ground she had stood on exploded in a flurry of earth spikes that would have skewered her. Whitney dashed deeper into the unfamiliar forest, in a bid to disperse her tracks everywhere. She knew that the beast not only possessed impeccable night vision but it was also capable of tracking her by scent. That constrained her already limited options of action. Sh
"Are you sure that is the question you should be asking, Hunter? This city is about to suffer immense losses after all. Do you not wish to stop it?" Olivia shrugged in a carefree manner. "Of course I am. But that doesn't mean I'm going to start running around trying to fix this whole mess by myself. That's Michael's job and I expect him to have everything sorted out." The skinwalker snorted derisively. "Blind faith in one individual will not help you." "Why not? It's gotten me this far after all. Also, you haven't given me an answer yet. I know that you know Variants aren't able to use regular magic, no matter the type or nature. Yet somehow, you manage to become a skinwalker. Unless..." Her eyes flashed with a mixture of amusement and realization. "... you aren't able to transform, are you?" That finally touched a nerve. The skinwalker growled furiously at her and lunged forward, club raised up high to smash its target. It would have been easy for her to simply dodge o
"I see..." She finally spoke in an unnervingly calm tone. "Looks like I had been worried over nothing after all." Olivia slowly pushed herself off the ground without a single sign of the pain that had been ravaging her body earlier. She wiped the blood around her mouth on her sleeve and frowned at the thought that she would have to throw it out later. Some meters away, the skinwalker eyed her with a mixture of caution and disbelief. "You know for a second there I thought your Variant ability would have been similar to Dean's," Olivia said and flashed him a strange smile. "But it turns out you're nothing but a cheap copy." Anger surged through the skinwalker's mind although it was kept in check by both surprise and now concern. So far, the special ability of his Variant magic had never been countered by any means. Yet for some reason, the girl before him had yet to succumb to its effects even after displaying signs of being affected by its curse. Was it possible that she co
Olivia turned to glance at the woman who was giving her a look full of concern. It puzzled the Hunter who could not understand why she was being asked such a question. "What do you mean?" Olivia asked. Diana's concerned look remained as she also turned to face the girl. "It's just... About your fight with the skinwalker..." Just like the last person to be faced with it, Diana felt a shiver run down her spine at the sudden lack of emotion that appeared on Olivia's face. The temperature around them felt like it had dropped more than a couple degrees. The girl's cold eyes narrowed at Diana. "How much did you see?" Despite the sudden change, Diana reacted with professional skill. There was no outward sign of the apprehension she was feeling at the moment. Although she did err on the side of caution by taking a step back, masking it as an attempt to stand more comfortably. "Enough," she replied cryptically. Olivia's eyes hardened even more but Diana stood her ground. S
Àtahsaia attacked first. It lunged forward at the dark haired youth with its claws aimed to pierce through his skull. To its surprise, the youth did not attempt to dodge. Rather as soon as its claws were within range, he reached out and smacked it away to deflect the attack. Before the beast could comprehend what had just happened, Dean grabbed the deflected hand and pulled forward harshly, at the same time throwing a kick at the creature's lower torso. By the time Àtahsaia realized it, the ground was already right before its eyes. It crashed down heavily, its own momentum carrying it on to scrape a ridge through the forest floor. Rising back to its feet, the demon glared viciously at the one who had humiliated it in such manner, while inwardly wondering how he possessed such immense strength. At the time of its summoning, its summoner had not failed to impart on it knowledge about the two things that could threaten its existence: Exorcists and Hunters. Since its summoner was u