Heretic Inquisitors

Demons. Seemingly indestructible beings of an unknown origin, existences capable of planting themselves onto the human mind, not only figuratively but also literally, proving their abilities time and time again as numerous humans from all walks of life were devoured by them, using the husk that remains to blend in and pretend like a human in the society, patiently bidding their time to take another prey again.

There are multiple legends and rumors surrounding them, one being that demons are creatures who are crazy for deals with scales completely tipping to their favor. Some mention these things being existences that were once people as well and now receiving their punishment for committing all sorts of crimes during their lives.

There is a lot of stories about these beings, but one of the most famous one among them all is the rumors of them being originally members of some kind of heavenly army, eventually inciting a rebellion forcing one among the strongest of the army to exile them from their place.

Whatever the case for this demon in front of him though, there is only one thing running on the mind of the young man wearing all black, and that is eradicating it through all means possible, not only to prevent it from depriving more innocent beings of their lives, but also to prevent the demon from desecrating the reverend's body more than it already does.

"You look extremely feeble to me now saint…" the demon said as he walks towards the young man, his voice when he said the last word seemingly that of someone mocking someone else's things, like someone who's not going to take something handed to him even if he was paid to do so.

Hearing the words from the demonic entity that finally manifested itself to the world though, the young man wearing all black smiles as he moves his gaze up to meet the eyes of the terrifying being, the howling winds from the open doors of the huge church causing the surroundings to feel a bit more eerie than it already is, coupled with the erratic and completely random ringing of the bell on the spires of the building, makes the entire scene something that is not so holy or divine, as if it is tainted or even corrupted by something else.

Seeing the smile on the young man, the rumored eighteenth saint's face, the demonic entity reveals an expression with traces of confusion on its repugnant looking face, a hint of an expression that is usually more of a fascination rather than the sheer feeling of being lost that he is experiencing right now.

Seeing the saint's smile though, he finally realizes what seems to be wrong, the confidence on the face of the young man tells all that he needs to know, the glow of slaughter surfacing underneath his deep eyes that seems to hold experiences far more than what a young man like him is supposed to have scaring the demon so much that he starts having the thought of returning to his original body located in a place that these people fighting with them will never discover.

"You don't know how much I wanted you to do that" with his gaze locked on the mildly panicked expression on the entity's face, the young man, the eighteenth saint, said towards it with a manic smile on his face and a murderous glint on his gaze, a gaze so powerful and authoritative that the demon starts taking steps back due to it alone.

"T-this isn't what is supposed to happen…" looking at the power radiating out of the saint's body, the demonic entity starts trembling despite its massive, majestic form, his current state unbefitting to the terrifying creatures that the humans know they are.

Without even responding to the muttering of his enemy, the young man already disappears from the spot he is standing on once again, hi speed still something that the huge red being can easily see through and match, however, due to something that it is currently feeling, it can't even do anything except following him with its gaze.

'How!!?? I, a demon blessed by the eternal darkness, is scared!??' feeling the palpitation just slightly off the middle of his chest, the demonic entity thought to itself while trying to move from the constraint of the sheer pressure from the saint's strength, something that it struggles so hard to do no matter how hard it tries.

'I-I should get back' it suddenly thought as the idea of being beaten into a pulp by this young man starts surfacing its mind, wanting nothing else but to proceed with this plan as just like humans, even entities like them would rather accept defeat that face extreme humiliation, something that he will definitely experience once this young man he once thought of as a feeble being beat him up.

"You're not going anywhere" as the demonic entity starts executing its plan, the body of the reverend starts returning into its previous form, urging the young man to attack, swinging the azure sword on his hand but not even hitting the body of the demon, causing it to laugh in mockery as the body continues to return into its former shape.

"HAHAHAHA!!! You defeated me today Saint of Void, however, mark that this is not the end of our feud!!!" the entity taunted with a mocking smile on its face already starting to revert into the reverend's face, an expression that changes within a few moments as it realizes something wrong.

"N-no, what the hell is this!!???" feeling like its strength is no longer returning to its main body, it starts throwing random, yet powerful and violent punches in the air, the surrounding air around it starting to turn really heavy as if its mood is affecting the environment around it.

"You've done it now human…." Feeling that this part of its strength is already severed from its main body, the demon then speaks in a low tone all while looking maliciously at the saint wielding the azure blade and the crimson gun, said crimson gun already pointing toward the entity with its owner looking at it like how someone stares at an already dead man.

"You shouldn't have aimed for the reverend" the eighteenth saint said with an emotionless expression on his angelic face, the demonic, slaughterous glint on his gaze etching an eternal mark on the demonic being's head for all eternity to come.

"HAHAHA!!! GO ON AND KILL ME THEN!!! I, NO, WE ARE IMMORTAL!!! WE WILL JUST COME BACK STRONGER AND BETTER AND YOU CAN DO NOTHING ABOUT IT… NONE OF YOU SAINTS CAN DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!!! HAHAHA!!!!" as the eerie, sand scratching voice if the entity explodes beyond the confines of the church, it shatters the stained glass depicting a holy ascension with its laughter alone, the wooden cross right in the middle of the altar of this place exploding into bits after spontaneously combusting, and the figures also on said altar shattering into smithereens.

"Immortals huh…" hearing the declaration of the entity that seems to fall into insanity already, the young man then points the nozzle of the gun point blank on the entity's head.

"We'll see about that" he said without even a hint of emotion leaking out of his stone-cold face before mercilessly pulling the trigger without any trace of hesitation visible on his eyes.

As the demon receives this shot, it couldn't help but anticipate the moment that it meets this saint once again, thinking of all sorts of way it can torture him for the sake of fun and vengeance for what he did today.

What it isn't aware of though is the fact that this fragment of strength dies, all the memories it acquired from this fragment will disappear along with it without even its knowledge, a peculiar phenomenon created as an after effect of being hit by the bullets of the crimson gun wielded by the eighteenth saint.

Meanwhile, said eighteenth saint is currently holding the old priest on his arms, the old man seemingly hardly grasping for dear life as he struggles to breathe, something that happens due to his body' sudden transformation to accommodate the descend of a demon to this world, as well as the fact that his soul is barely intact now from the same demon feasting on it.

"D-don't speak young boy… l-listen to me…" the old reverend said as he hands a small box to the eighteenth saint, said saint receiving this box with utmost respect on his eyes as he looks at this old person who did all this for the sake of everyone's safety.

"Inside that box… are… things that… might… help you… figure out who… you… are, and… knowledge that can… help with dealing… with demons better…" the old priest struggles to say as he maintains the gaze on the young saint's face, revealing a wide smile on his oldened face before he takes a large breath to speak more properly, before urging himself to get up.

Without the young man even helping him up, the old man manages to do so making him appear like he's not already half a step into the realm of death, this illusion of him still going strong increasing even more as he starts talking better than ever.

"Remember to keep your calm and tread with caution from now on, Adam, as defending all… this… will be left for you and the other saints to do… remember not to fall into their schemes… for… for in the grim... nay, harrowing darkness that engulfs this world in its entirety, all of you are the small sparks that keeps humanity going… sparks that will… eventually set this vast forest of darkness ablaze..."