The dark hunter had not been in Sacrosanct long, in fact he rarely spent much time in this infested city. Once in a blue moon, he would make sure his sister was still alive and up to her usual devices, but she hadn't the faintest clue that he was around. Adrien rarely stayed in one place for long, he was a nomad, drifting through the world like a black cloud of death, of course, it wasn't always like that. Supernatural creatures spoke of him, called him the reaper, he killed thousands of those abominations without a second thought. Becoming a hunter only fueled that insatiable itch to kill every last being that wasn't human, the urge to stop them from whatever nefarious deeds they intended to cook up. Someone had to exterminate them, they were over run and no one smartened up humans would become mere cattle or enslaved. He was quite convinced they were all bad, no matter what they looked like, no matter how much they begged, they were monsters all of them. Monsters who had killed his family in cold blood, monsters who had corrupted his sister. Monsters that destroyed the lives of many every damn day.

Sacrosanct had become one of the more over run cities, a central city for all things supernatural. They blatantly killed in the streets, deliberately took all that they wanted. No one deserved that power, no one deserved to be omnipotent like that. That was why there was such a need for dark hunters in this city. The ones that inhabited this place, simply grew soft, lazy and inadequate. He would like to see a vampire that had not killed, a werebeast that hadn't mauled someone, a witch that hadn't sacrificed. They simply didn't exist. At least that is what he told himself ever damn day. There was a cold severed hole within those purple eyes, a mirror into the hopeless void of the living.

That night still haunted him, that night where his parents mutilated bodies were all that was left of his childhood, the carpet they used to sit on, play board games and watch tv was saturated with their blood, their eyes unseeing, their faces permanently distorted with fear. Their faces stayed with him, flooded his nightmares and fueled his acidic hatred for the children of the night. He would kill them all until it bested him. It was in his blood, it was hard wired into his coding. Tonight was no different.

Like a hunter watching his prey he stood within the shadows, wearing the hood of his jacket so that shadows caressed his face as he blended within the loving darkness. He had caught a glimpse of a woman, a petite thing, moving as though she could pirouette down the cracked sidewalk. Yet, he knew not to take looks by face value. He knew deadly things could be planted in pretty packages such as that blond woman. She was something, he couldn't quite place a finger on it. But he had every intention to find out. He trails her, subtle at first, staying a safe distance. His dark hunter blood practically thrummed within him, urging for him to kill. What kind of monster what she? A frown etched upon his face. He was determined to figure it out, even if he had to dissect her from every limb to do it. Somewhere along the precarious line of doing what he felt like was a justifiable vengeance, a protector of mortals, he somehow delved into the dark depths of becoming a monster himself. Just like the monsters that he hunted. What separated them from each other was that one protected life and the other took innocence away.

His lips distorted into a scowl, she would be no different. But he had to see as if to quench some sadistic curiosity. However, she must have sensed him following her.. He could see it in her body language the way her body tensed before taking off into a sprint. He knew it. Only the guilty ran. His every instincts turned predatory as he ran after her, he wouldn't let her slip away. Very rarely did they get away.



He caught a glimpse of her dark gaze as she turned only a fraction, before she veered down an alley. She hardly seemed like those vampire he hunted, hardly seemed as soulless as the many monsters he slaughtered. Like a panicked deer she isolated herself and he was fresh on her tail. Her magic left an imprint on the air, like bread crumbs he followed almost ravenously. His leather boots carried him with lethal swiftness. He summoned his affinity, sending a shadow dagger singing through the air. It was intended to scare her, a warning shot, a courtesy. It wouldn't be long before he caught her in his metaphorical net. She veered down another turn, what a labyrinth this was. He cursed himself for not sealing her off sooner.

Electric purple hued eyes rove the pathway ahead he was sure she went down, that blonde hair would have been easy to spot amongst the grime and darkness. He noticed a door swing shut, locking into place. Crafty, but he was anticipating her moves before she took them. He doubted she would dare to take the same door in which she ran into. He decided to slide down a narrow alley that separated another set of buildings. The thick smell of rotting garbage from the restaurant assaulting his nostrils. That was disgusting. He wrinkled his nose in distaste, fighting the urge to gag. It made him move quickly down that backstreet, ready to meet her at the entrance she would most likely exit from. There was only so many exits. As an experience hunter would, he bided his time, to ensure she actually came out. Like clockwork, only a few moments later the small blonde emerged, still panicked and that sweet aroma assaulted him. She was cautious but not cautious enough. He crept out of his darkness, his shadowy weapons sliding through his fingertips. He forged another sharp dagger that he twirled with dark intent within his skilled hands.

He watched as she ran across the street, attempting to undoubtedly put as much distance between him and her as possible.. There was consideration of simply allowing her go.. he hadn't witnessed anything nefarious besides trespassing and now jaywalking. He was no police officer.. He shook his head resolve quickly coming over him. When did the man known as the reaper ever let someone go? Something that felt like conflict flooded him for the first time.. He peered after her, watching those blond locks bob as she tried to put as much distance between him and her.. that was when he noticed another, his vague outline, distant and still very much there. A vampire lurking within the dark, pale, lanky, and hungry. Now, that was his normal victim. The vampire looked like a junkie, his movements were hardly seamless and he was terribly awkward for the undead. He seemed desperate as he now took chase, this woman was terribly popular. Part of him thought that maybe he should just let this go and let the vampire do his job for him if he was skilled enough. His brow pulled into a frown. Somehow, that idea hardly sat well with him.. He crossed that street with purpose. He would kill the vampire and then he would kill the woman.. but not without figuring what the hell she was first.

He watched to see what the vampire would do, curious almost, and yet unsure what that meant for the woman with golden locks. He stands back, lingering in the shadows, watching, waiting, biding his sweet time. Yet, he could not deny that tug to simply end the vampire at once. He wasn't sure what she was and why a vampire would be so desperate for tainted blood. Unable to help himself he makes himself known a smile painted on his face. He summons his darkness, twirling that blade within his fingers. "Well...what do we have here? Goldilocks and the leach that dares to hunt her.." Feigned amusement lined his voice as his darkness creeps for her, those shadowy chains that slowly wrap around her legs. He couldn't allow his little escape artist to vanish while he was busy with the blood sucker.. "Vampires.." He scoffs. "Always so rude... and always stealing what doesn't belong to them."
He takes a step forward, almost too casually, too confident. That was when those shadowy arrows emerge as though the shadows seep from him. They rise above his head levitating, a trail of wispy billowing shadows rolling from them like dry ice meeting water, three shadow arrows poised and ready to shoot when he so desired it.