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He chuckled softly and took aim again. "Shut the F--k up mutt. I'm tired of you kind roaming the streets and killing humans." The revolver bucked in his hand as it fired. The sound deafening him for a split second. The bottle fell from his other hand as he reached for another hiden revolver.

Elyan's silver hair parted slightly as the bullet entered his skull, stopping before it exited the other end. His reaction was more of shock than anything else. Immediately, his body fell backwards due to a wound which would have killed any mortal being instantly. Elyan's eyes were empty as they stared into the sky, his 'other' having disappeared. Blood dripped down his face and onto the concrete which made up the roof of the building which all of this action took place.

'It's as we said, there is no one who we can trust but ourselves. They speak such kind words, but when rejected, they feel insulted and do drastic things as revenge. If I didn't know any better, they are our enemies.'

With all of the commotion made by the drunken hunter, most of them had forgotten about Elyan as he lay within a rather large pool of blood. His mouth opened slightly as he began to repeat the same thing over and over again.

"Ellie... Ellie... Ellie..." His voice was weak, muttering her name without thinking. And then, something snapped within Elyan. His motionless hands began to twitch as his body began recovering from the shock. With a sudden jolt, his body was immediately on its feet, its upper-body leaning over. The silver bullet hit the ground with a metallic ringing, having worked its way out of his head in mere minutes. His healing capabilities had improved, probably due to the rather fresh blood in his system.

A dark smile grew upon Elyan's face which remained underneath his silver hair.

"That temper of yours is also going to get you killed someday..." Elyan spoke in a rather sarcastic tone, having rephrased an earlier statement he had made to her. To anyone sensitive enough, Elyan's aura had become heavier. It was evil, but powerful at the same time.

'So, THIS is power! With this, no one can stop me! Anyone who seeks to prevent me from getting back to her will become my enemy. And my enemies shall be killed.'

"You all are such fools..." Elyan said as he turned away from them all. This change in attitude wasn't like the last time, where he had been influenced by both his vampiric side and an enraged blood lust. No, this time, he had changed. For all it was worth, trying to fight against the natural balance of things only allowed those precious to him slip away. He was tired of being toyed with, he'd reached his limit.

He faced the group of hunters with hate-filled eyes. Was this the path he truly wished to walk down? For now, it seemed he had no other choice. Being an enemy of the Hunter leader meant that all hunters within that association would also be his enemy. He didn't worry though, her own internal struggles kept her from being too great of an issue.

"It isn't wise to judge ones abilities without first seeing them," Elyan replied to the weak Huntress. "You don't know anything about me and that's what leads to mistakes." Within an instant, Elyan was gone, again. He used an ability which had been used by the vampire he had encountered when he first arrived in New York. A unique ability to move ones molecular structure at an alarming rate, thus, teleportation. But the ability had its limits, one of which was concentration. Under any abnormal circumstances, the ability was useless. The user's concentration had to be one-hundred percent on utilizing the technique. Of course, being his first time accessing such a power, it also severely drained him of energy, requiring him to rest.

'From here on out, the real battle begins...'

God, it smelled out there... The man blinked, clearing his sight up. HE let out a loud groan and sat up, cracking his back. "Ah!" He sniffed again, something really reeked, and he couldn't see. The hell was going on? He pushed up experimentally, finding that something gave way, a weak light coming in. The person climbed out of the hole in the stinky prison, and suddenly fell out. He head slammed into the ground, making him groan softly. He sighed, looking up at the dumpster he had been in. "Well, that explains the smell!" Getting up and dusting himself off, he groaned and popped his back, scratching his head. "The hell just..."
"Hello Travis!"
He screamed and spun around, obviously shocked, "F*#$ s%$%...." (What followed was a line of bad words that I couldn't possibly hope to comprehend, let alone write in here, just know that it was epic.)
"Calm down, idiot, it's me."
Travis blinked and looked around, suddenly recognizing the voice. "s**t! DIABLO!!!! THAT WAS REAL?!!?!?"
"Idiot! I said calm down! And stop calling me Diablo, it's embarrassing, My name is... OVERLORD!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
"I'M NOT CALLING YOU THAT!"
Any onlookers to this odd scene would simply see a man in his younger twenties, unkempt and dirty (and honestly kind of smelly), yelling at some invisible person. Kind of a strange sight.
"Well, honestly, boy I don't care what you call me. I just wanted to tell you something. Well, I kinda messed up..."
Travis raised a brow and looks at the sky. "Umm, how did you mess up?!!?" The voice in his head kind of sighed, and he heard a sound of shuffling feet. "Well, I kind of sent you three years into the future of where I picked you up." Travis closed his eyes and sighed for a second. "... ... ... ..................AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" Travis stalked out of there, leaving the alley looking like a tornado had hit it, though most tornadoes didn't tear dumpsters in half. Fortunately, there weren't any humans around to witness his little tantrum.

About an hour later, Travis was sitting on the back step of some restaurant, sighing. The city had changed so much since he had been gone. He had checked all of the old haunts, all empty.
"Well, that sucks for you, boy. "
"Would you just leave me alone, demon?"
Travis felt a hand on his shoulder, then looked up into the face of the devil. The devil went flying with a brutal uppercut. "yaaaa!!!!"
Overlord was already behind him, smiling. "That won't work on me, boy. And I came here to give you a gift, so behave!" The devil smiled and help a long club out to the boy, smiling. "This will help you, there are alot of bad guys out there. "
Travis couldn't help but laugh, "And YOU tell me this?" He took the club, and threw it across his shoulders, smiling. The weapon did have a nice heft to it, it would probably be too heavy for a normal human to lift, but he could manage it with one hand. "Now leave me alone!" The boy thrust the weapon through, well, the devil, and watched as he dissipated, laughing. "Oh lord, what a freak." All Travis could do was sit on the steps somewhere and sigh, now what?
(They will get better as I get back into the swing of things)

"I swear to... Hey! Would it be blasphemous for me to say the big guy's name, now?" Travis looked like he was talking to himself, yet again. The devil's ever soothing, and pretty familiar at this point, echoed in his head. "Hahaha, no say his name all you want to, boy, it doesn't matter, he doesn't really listen. oh, do you want to know his real name?"
"No! I'll just call him the big guy, or something similar, I'm afraid you'd tell me his name is Pablo or something." The devil couldn't help but laugh, the little demon had guessed it first time. (And yes, send your hate mail, god's name is now PABLO!) The devil suddenly appeared beside Travis, standing against the wall behind the boy. "So, what are you going to do with your power, boy?"
"I have a name, you know."
"Whatever."
Travis growled back and stood, up, staring the devil down. "Well, I plan to get a ------- (censored) shower sometime, since you decided to drop me in a --------------------------------- (Wow, Travis has a foul mouth) Dumpster!" The devil laughed, then raised an eyebrow. "Oh, well, seems you have company. Hmm, vampire. Interesting. Well, good luck, boy." The Devil patted Travis's head, which made said 'boy' want to murder... the devil, and dissipated into thin air. Travis turned and faced this new person, his demonic aura full out to anyone who was slightly psychic, so he was lit up like a freaking flare to the psychic vampire. He just stood there, holding his big club over his shoulders, ready to attack if he needed to. "A vampire, huh?" Travis muttered to himself.