The hunt. (RP for demon_shawn )
And so it comes.
The hunt.
Phoenix finds himself literally dragged to the stables of his master's home, in hell and thrown toward his steed with a snarl.
"Santa Barbara. United States." Hisses his master. "We come back empty handed? You'll be cast into the pit for the rest of eternity. Once I've divested you of every inch of SKIN!"
Phoenix lands heavily at the hooves of his horse, and picks himself up slowly, lest his master be in the mood to take the riding crop to him for good measure. The hellhorse glares down at him, eyes like coals, belligerent, spirited, and edgy because it can already smell the blood of the mortal world.
Spending the rest of time in the pit, woth no hope of release and without a shred of skin, is every bit as nasty as it sounds. So Phoenix mounts the beast, obeying his master, all kinds of furious and all kinds of scared. The hounds are out, dozens of them; at least thirteen powerful demons join them on the raid. Some male, some female, everyone of higher rank than him. It's an honour to be called to the hunt, especially for a kept pet like Kaelen. It doesn't stop him scowling at everyone who looks his way though. Not that they seem bothered, it's accepted that ones more bestial nature takes over for this.
Anything undead in Santa Barbara, will be torn apart tonight. Mortals? Nobody ever sees or hears the hunt. Only the supernatural populations will run, hide, die.
There's only one thing Phoenix cares about in the mortal world, whatsoever. And it's certainly not any fucking mortal… why can't they hunt those for fucks sake?
The sky changes as the horses and hounds take off. Santa Barbara is a nightmarish place tonight. When the hunt rides, only the undead are aware of its awful presence. The life of city will seem to fall away, buildings become old and derelict-looking. No mortal can be seen, it's a twilight world between realities. Only hallowed ground, graveyards, churches are left appearing as normal.
Phoenix rides along, a little to the back of the hunt. The horns sound, a vampire woman is spotted and chased through the eerily darkened streets.
He feels massive relief. Until his master gives out the shout that tonight, in this city, is a precious soul, owned by the demon it's attached to. Any one of the party who brings the surface demon to him, will receive not only rich rewards… but their own freedom. Free to serve Lucifer in any way they wish.
As he rides, Phoenix isn't even tempted. All he can think about is finding and somehow protecting Shawn.