Alone night after night he goes out, dagger on his side. Tools on his belt. Drifting through the streets of the city. Passing by homes with sleeping people clueless as to the danger that slips quietly by. Not realizing that each night they continue breathing is actually a gift from him. His mind is dark and twisted, his thoughts involve murder and chaos on a mass level. But he bides his time. His cause is righteous in his eyes. The corrosive evil in this world has infected even the greatest kindest of men. They use religion and politics as a cover for their greedy schemes. They disguise it with charitable organisations and services to help “Better” mankind. But he knows, he has seen the evil, the monsters they create. He also knows he has to destroy them. But alone he cannot do it all, there are others like him, but in this world so corrupt he cannot trust anyone. Finding his target he falls into the shadows, this demon faced pig is piss drunk and stumbling, coming home to his wife after a night at the titty bar. His wife blindly trusts he was at a meeting. But I he knows better, drawing out his dagger he swiftly moves around the house, waiting for the thing to come around the corner to slip in the back door as he does every night. only tonight he has a surprise, he walks right by without a second glance and the killer springs, landing on his back and grabbing his hair, yanking his head back and drawing the edge clean across the neck. Blood sprays out and covers the wall, door windows. the killer is smart, staying behind the body so as to keep the blood off of him, wiping the knife of on the beasts fancy suit he realizes he is grinning from ear to ear. As the life drains from his victim something begins to claw it’s way out of his body. He was right again and steps back reaching for his tools and pulling out a pouch of powder, speaking in a spidery language ancient and arcane the powder ignites and he tosses it over the creature ripping it’s way from the flesh of what was once a man before this thing infected it. Yet it only seems to make it grow, cursing and now retreating farther out of its reach it turns it’s ghastly misshapen head towards him, hisses and pounces, raking it’s vile claws over his chest. Grunting with the pain he decides playtime is over and pulls a glass vile out and pours it on the wounds. They close together and his skin becomes like stone. he stops and lets the creature climb him, bitting scratching to no avail, he then grabs the hideous thing by the neck and slams the dagger into its head, it screeches and begins to ooze away. looking around, satisfied no one was watching still, it all happened in under 2 minutes. He sighs and turns to leave, but there, the wife stands, in robes with red glowing eyes. “You killed my mate and now I am going to eat you for your insolence, did you really believe you would win? All alone poor little hunter…” He feels the stoneskin fading and speaks his first words even as the creature moves in for the kill. “You know the problem with you evil scum sucking demons, you monologue way to much and that just give me time to find a way to kill you anyways.” Cackling the creature leaps, and falls to the ground in a puddle as the scimitar from the female hunter that had been tracking him for days finally makes her presence known. “He grins and says, I was wondering if you was gonna let her kill me.”She replies, “I thought about it, but you seem to be as tired of fighting alone as I am.” Without another word they turn and drift down the city streets, passing homes, with sleeping people clueless to the danger that slips quietly by…