Six Angels 1 – Scarlett Seraph

This piece was entirely revised on: Aug 21st 2024

Scarlett’s boots thumped against the pavement as she walked out in the cold night air, looking for any sign of the demons that liked to occasionally infest Hecate city. She was quite annoyed that she couldn’t be out hunting for men or women instead – this city had some rather cute ones – but work was work. She needed to prevent the people from being devoured if she was going to make a profit at her club, among other things. She unbuttoned her black coat, red ginger hair falling over the big mound of black fur that served as its collar. Her necklace dangled underneath a face of skin white as snow, luscious lips of sugary taste curling into a smile as she noticed the nearby stench of blood. Straightening her suit and tie, Scarlett followed her enhanced senses until she was at the mouth of an alleyway.

It didn’t take Scarlett long to see what the problem here was. A demon, one unlike the usual loose grunts that she was used to dealing with, but still a paltry threat. A human being corrupted by the power of dear old Lucifer, probably thanks to the Devil’s Seraph or one of their underlings. This wouldn’t take her very long to deal with. The lights in the alleyway and on the street suddenly went out, probably a trick by the enemy to dull her senses. But the one thing demons could never hope to hide was their bloodlust when they chose to fight. Scarlett felt a thump against her stomach and air rushed away from both of them from the force of impact, but it was like getting hit by a child. No sense of control, and certainly not enough strength to match her. The demon recoiled in pain, holding their fist while looking up at Scarlett with only two pinpricks for pupils visible in the low light. Scarlett’s own eyes began to glow a vibrant red as she towered over them at two metres tall.

“Christ, when will you you little monkeys learn to sense when you’re outmatched?” she asked. “Oh well.”

With that, Scarlett was in front of the demon in an instant, her fist implanting itself in their face and breaking their skull, killing them instantly and cleanly. Scarlett was all too glad she had asked Meysa to enchant these clothes and gloves for her. Self cleaning, among other things, was a lovely trait. Especially when she had to deal with so much blood all the time.

“Are you done playing hide and seek then?” she said to the rest of them hiding in the shadows. “I take it I just sprung your trap. If you want revenge for your buddy here, come and get it.”

The screeching began, and Scarlett felt all manner of assaults on her body. Punches, kicks, even someone trying to grab her head from behind. But the last straw was someone trying to bite her neck, which she reserved only for those she chose to take to bed. Their fun time was over, and it was now her turn. First dealing with the ones in front of her, rapid kicks forced them back with fresh holes in their bodies, and the one who bit her neck found her boot between their legs. These guys were so weak that they couldn’t even break the reinforced clothing. Demons were all about quantity over quality, which of course had its merits, but it made the majority of them wet cardboard in comparison to four of the six angels. Casually turning around to face the rest of them, Scarlett found her way out blocked by a slowly retreating mass of demons, all of them converted humans. This somewhat surprised her, as she wasn’t expecting to have to kill so much tonight, but hey. If it thinned out the opposition then great!

But then, she felt it. A sense of bloodlust above the rest of them. Somewhere in this crowd was a demon from hell. Scarlett felt her mouth morph into a wicked smile. Finally, someone who could put up more of a fight.