Heretic Inquisitors

A handgun, crimson colored with silver details, relatively larger than other typical ones, seemingly heavy given the majorly metallic structure of the weapon. Carved in it is a golden cross that runs from near the rear sight down to the other end of the barrel near its muzzle. The details of the grip are obscured because of the man holding it, his fingers prepared to pull the trigger at any second as he points at the old man.

"T-that is… h-how?!! My concealment is perfect!!!!" the old man, recognizing the symbols in the handgun pointed at him, shouted in an angry panic surprising the people watching him.

After all, he's known by the regulars as an amiable, patient and all-around well-mannered priest. There was even one time where he was splashed with dirt and mud by a passing vehicle, the driver stopping and immediately apologizing to him.

In most cases, priests will always use the power of the church to berate, or even extort the offending person, especially given that the mass is about to start. However, this old man just smiled at the person, guiding him inside the church as he repeatedly told the apologizing person to not mind about it and just say it at the confessional.

"Reverend Charles, if you're still there, try to hold on for a while" still pointing the gun at the old man, the man donned in black said, now in a friendly voice tinged with a bit of concern.

Hearing him, the old man started laughing, his voice starting to change from his gentle one to a deep, raspy and eerie voice, its sound almost as if sands grinding on each other as he speaks, "HAHAHA… too late boy… the old man was devoured by me… gone, reduced to ashes. He's a great meal though, man really, the souls of devout believers are real treat…."

"That is not up to you to decide" as the old man continues to laugh, seemingly unperturbed by the gun pointed at him, he was surprised when the man in front of him disappears leaving only the hat in its initial location, the man's figure along with the voice coming from the back, a blade with an azure glow coming out of his chest, turning him immobile, yet clear from his eyes that he had yet to go down.

Seeing the actions unfolding, the only thing that the people notice is the now revealed face of the mysterious man, his face appearing to be that of a young man in his early twenties, chiseled, perfect as if molded after a divine sculptor's art, his masculine looks appearing to be incredibly divine and angelic, yet the light of his eyes made him look like a merciless butcher, like a ruthless executioner straight out of hell.

Looking at the stupefied bunch, the young man raised his gun and fired a shot, waking the people from their stupor before he shouts, "Get out! Get as far away from here as you can!"

Hearing him, majority of the people are skeptical yet given the fact that multiple eerie and unexplainable things already happened, some people started running away from the building, the action of the first few ones spurring an avalanche causing the entire premise to be vacated in a matter of few moments, the previously filled seats now desolate as the only people inside are the young man, along with the old priest with a sword still stuck in his back.

"A blade glowing as bright and as vivid as the heavens' clear blue sky, a gun dyed in the blood of slaughter, yet blessed and engraved with a golden cross, and the young man wielding it, oh how peculiar of a person, as divine grace is obvious from his face, yet the tales differ from the ones in the windows of his soul, as it is his sins that make him whole" the old man recites a passage as he walks forward, pulling the lodged blade from his body, blood flowing out of the hole as it closes at a visible rate, completely healing as he turn around to look at the young man.

"Who would've guessed that I will have the pleasure of meeting the eighteenth saint, and in my humble mortal incarnation at that" the old man humors to himself while scrutinizing the young man, seemingly looking beyond that is material, scanning for something profound.

"You better stop peering, else you will definitely regret it" the young man said, his figure steady and unmoving.

"Oh my, how arrogant, but you see young man, I am quite the willful one, and you can do nothing but accept it if I want to do anything to you, much less just peering at your depth" the old man replied as his gaze continues to go further, after a few moments his eyes gets wider and wider, to the point that the shock he felt makes him look so terrifying from the surprise.

"H-how, how is that e-even possible, y-you─" the old man muttering to himself, starts to step back as if to stay away from the young man, his eyes still fixed on his figure, whatever he saw doing something before he could even avert his gaze away.

"AAAAAAHHHH!!! MY EYES!!!! I CAN'T SEE!!!!" shouting, the old man holds his eyes with his hands as he frantically moves around to try and distract himself from the pain.

"YOU!!! YOU WILL REGRET THIS" with heart filled with hatred for the young man, the old priest pounced forward, trying to reach the young man that just used one step to avoid the action, swinging his blade immediately, leaving a deep gash in the old man's back.

"I warned you not to look at me" the young man reminded as he swings his blade in the air, all the blood sticking at it splatting on the ground, melting a few centimeters from the time-tested structure.

"RAAAAGHHH!!!" pouncing mindlessly as if he doesn't hear what the young man said, the old man moves here and there, his actions getting faster and faster as time goes by, yet the young man is still looking relaxed, effortlessly dodging all of the old man's feral attack with concise, quick and simple steps, his position always coming back from his starting one every now and then, almost as if he's performing a dance.

The old man, seemingly annoyed now had his eyes filled with bloodied color, his pupil shrinking so much that it looks like a dot, and the expression in his face now turning into something deranged, like a mass murderer void of any sort of morals.

"I'll… kill… you…." the old man, now with speaking with a guttural voice, smiles revealing his row of complete, yellowish teeth, the smile in his face like that of a person in a mental asylum.

Moving forward, the old man shoots at an incredible speed, his movements already blurred and obscured from the human eyes. Starting to laugh, he mocks the young man as he continues moving all around, asking the young man how he can deal with him now given his current strength.

Moving at the back, he saw an opportunity to attack as he sensed him wide open, pouncing on the figure as his hands reach out, sharp, metal-like nails growing out of it, his expression ecstatic as he imagines himself defeating a saint and devouring his soul, his status and power will clearly rise to an unprecedented height.

Before his imagination comes into fruition though, an azure glow blocks him from the path, severing all the fingers from his hand forcing him to back out, as it is not only his finger that will be severed had he choose to keep pushing forward.

"H-how…" with the flesh in his severed fingers pulsating as if to grow a new one, he looks at the young man in surprise, wondering how he figures out where and when he will attack.

"Why should I tell you?" the young man swings his sword in the air once again, removing all the corrosive blood from the blade, still clean and pristine despite all the blood that comes in contact with it.

"Arrogant bastard…" the old man said as he gritted his teeth in anger, never in his life was he humiliated so much by a human, and he wouldn't allow himself to be humiliated further.

"You want to kill me, right?" the old man said as his flesh moves in an eerie way, some parts bubbling, contracting and expanding while some parts look like there are numerous snakes slithering underneath it.

Despite the seemingly long process though, it only takes a moment for the changes to take place, the once normal built old man now sporting a muscular, massive physique, his face completely different in appearance, an arrogant and fierce look filling it, sharp jagged teeth and completely crimson red eyes making him appear scary, combined with the horn on each side of his head, the boney wings in his back, and the scaly, dark red skin amplifying his terrifying presence.

Looking down on the young man now more than a head smaller than him, he smiles as he taunted in a deep, powerful voice,

"How can you do it now?"