#random demon

Hey, sorry for being so late with this one! I’m currently still working on it, but got stuck at the second part of the story. Now, I’m back on track though, and didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer so here’s part one. Hope you like it thus far :) 

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‘’Out of everyone the Council could have sent me to keep an eye on, it had to be you.’’ The Watcher groaned, hovering after the Horseman with their arms crossed. All six of their eyes are nothing more but tiny angry slits, focused on the Rider. 

Meanwhile, said Rider kept cheerfully walking forward, spinning Redemption up in the air before catching it again and again. ‘’Well, feel free to return to the Council at any time and file a complaint!’’ He said cheerfully and turned his head to look at the sprite. ‘’I really wouldn’t mind if you do.’’ 

The Watcher caught up. ‘’May I remind you that we are sent here for a mission, Horseman. In territory that is off limits to add!’’ They continued. ‘’The Council would not be pleased if they discovered that one of the Four went to Earth without someone to keep them in check.’’

‘’The Council is seldom happy.’’ The gunslinger shot back. ‘’And you better watch your mouth - wherever it is - because the longer you keep complaining the more annoying I become.’’ Despite the helmet covering his face, his voice betrayed that he was grinning. ‘’Be grateful Watcher! How many times do you get the opportunity to visit this planet?’’

‘’Once is already too much to ask for.’’ They grumbled. ‘’This is not a field trip, Horseman! We need to find that Demon, and fast!’’ 

‘’Nessesh can’t have gone far. Look around you.’’ Strife stopped and gestured at their surroundings. They are in an open field, standing near a huge circular patch of grass that has been burned. The edge of the forest is only a few dozen feet away. And Strife could tell that a particular someone had decided to go in, judging by the opening created after many of the tall and slender spruce trees have been absolutely annihilated and splintered. He could also smell the stench of brimstone and the scent of burned wood. ‘’My senses tell me that our little Demon friend felt like taking a stroll through that forest over there.’’ 

The Watcher facepalmed. ‘’No really...’’ Their voice brimming with sarcasm. They moved around the Horseman and started floating towards the edge of the forest. ‘’Let’s go then! This way.’’ 

Strife placed Redemption back into his holster. ‘’Hey, since when are you the one in charge?!’’ He sped up his pace and caught up to the Watcher, this time it’s they who won’t wait for the other to follow. 

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‘’You sure we are still on the right track?’’ The Watcher asked, looking around them. ‘’I don’t see any trails of carnage anymore.’’

Strife nodded. ‘’Just trust me, she can’t have gone far.’’ 

The Watcher glared at him for a long, silent moment. ‘’Just admit it. We are lost.’’ They flailed one slender arm. 

The Horseman huffed back at them. ‘’Can you stop being an insufferable sprite for just one moment?’’ He sniffed the air. The scent of brimstone still lingers, albeit not as strong as before. 

‘’I would love to!’’ They started, voice raised into a higher pitch. ‘’But I can’t help being tied to an idiot who doesn’t want to listen!’’ 

Strife took a sharp turn and faced the Watcher. ‘’Well, if you claim to know better, why won’t you fly up and look for a trace then?!’’ He snapped. 

The Watcher dug a blue, sharp but slender finger right between the Rider’s metal breastplates, their eyes squinted in anger. ‘’Fine! You stay here.’’ And with a word of finality, the watcher floated away, rising up above the trees. 

Crossing his arms and stomping his foot with impatience, Strife watched them go up. His helmet hiding the angry snarl on his face. 

Not even a minute passed by, before the Watcher returned. Despite the lack of a proper face, it was clear that they were depleted. With a dramatic turn of their head, they glared at the Rider, who was still impatiently waiting. ‘’Pick a number between one and ten.’’ Their voice was flat, no trace of emotion to be heard.

Strife raised an eyebrow. ‘’What?’’ 

‘’Just pick a number.’’ The Watcher continued.

‘’Uhh… Eight?’’ The Horseman hesitated. ‘’Why?’’

‘’Good, that’s your IQ!’’ Suddenly the Watcher snapped. ‘’Because we went the wrong way, it’s over there!’’ They pointed at the direction they just came from, screaming their words out of frustration. 

Strife’s hands flew to his head and his fingers dug through his spiked hair, yelling out of frustration.

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DAMN, Viktor. That’s a pretty big gun for a kid.  

This scenario popped into my head as soon as I saw this reindeer boy, so I was hoping no one else asked for him first! I was in luck! 

Thank you again, @angiewolf09 for the adorable reindeer boy. He’s Rushi’s new little brother. I named him Viktor, meaning Conqueror. =D 

Quote said by Cal (from Doubletake) and belongs to Rob Thurman!! 

Viktor’s character design belongs to @angiewolf09 !!

A quick sketch to check out Autodesk’s SketchBook which went free