All Consuming Void

One might guess at the meaning of life, but they are usually never right. The actual answer most likely transcends life itself, or some other philosophical bullshit that might be used in its place. Really though, who cares? Racist bastards, that's who. Wondering about life and his place in it is far too religious for Stefan, so he never really bothered. Instead, he spent his time fighting, loving, and making fun of mentally retarded people; you know, the typical schedule of a "kool" kid.

On this particular day, the seaweed-haired swordsman was hoping to do 2 of the 3 things, and let's just say he didn't plan on getting an erection unless it was from the heat of battle. Which happened regularly...........he hasn't had a checkup in a long time.

Somehow the almighty, yet benevolent, warrior Stefan had ended up in Imaginary Karakura, specifically the E-District...somehow. Currently he was just taking a stroll through the quiet and still streets, no other being, living or otherwise, in sight. His hair swaying in the breeze....no wait...there isn't s breeze. This is unprecedented! A fight without even a small amount of wind! This was truly going to be a day of surprises! Anyway, after walking for a while Stefan took a seat on a street curb whole also releasing his spiritual energy as a beacon to all other fighters in the area. Who would follow this beacokn to its source? You? Why not?! That's a stupid reason! FOLLOW IT, DAMNIT!

"if you flaunt your energy like that. . . you might attract someone actually bad"..

a feminine voice shouted over the expanse. She herself all though had more or less not a scrap of energy giving her away but with this juicy tidbit there was the fact, she was mostly naked her bare breasts, shining in the light. she looked like a angel from hell, red tangles of hair covering her chest. Of course though, this red vibrant blood red jewel colored hair was THICK. as well, not only wet and tangled or damp, but it was thick as well. Oh and another thing, her skin was the color of white, pure white. Which made her look like she was constantly stained, by crimson ribbons of blood. Yes, crimson ribbons of blood which clung to her frame accenting it like she was a goddes, or something out of a fairy tail.

I mean that's how it looked until , you saw her horns which where settled just above her crown , where the sun reflected her brilliant red hair. These horns, well they where like tools from ones nightmares. They looked like chainsaws, but not quite , as well they still looked very much like horns. So the best way to describe it was they looked like a combination of the two. Not quite one, but not quite the other. That was the best way that you could think of this little bomb shells horns. Oh did i mention these suckers also where emitting a discernible whining sound from the fact, that they spun always at fairly high speeds. So yeah, these horns looked like horns off hellish design yet they looked as natural on her as any other thing probably would, just more or less that is how things just played out for her.

Of course, though don't forget the designer helix jeans she was wearing. Which i may add hung loosely on her hips, just below the navel to be exactly honest. They where damp, and water still was running down her body to stain them, further supporting the relative statement that she had just gotten out of a shower. Anyways though, these jeans themselves where a nice light gray, with red thread stitching. Looking like a cross between fashion, and blood stains which did actually run the length of her jeans.

Also her red eyes did focus on one focal point, a mop of green hair. Green hair and a cocky boy with a overgrown sword. . . Yet even though he looked arrogant and a hooligan he had, gotten her attention from how much power that he just emitted , as by no means was it a small amount. eerie though, eerie as her jeans began to rip by her firm and rather enticing butt-cheek's. From here a tail of bone, came fourth actually ripped fourth would be a much more fitting description. For when it ripped out, it looked like a living chainsaw a chainsaw that was currently swaying back, and fourth. it too still was lingering with blood which, was flying off it at rather strange angles splattering the ground.

She slowly though brought her slender white arms up, crossing them over one another on her bare, breasts causing them to bulge and become pressed back ever so slightly of course but none the less. This hid the nipples but she still was PRETTY indecent , all of this supported the theory that she had just gotten out of a shower. Her lips, twitched slowly even though demonica emitted no energy signature she was creepy as fuck on the lonely and deserted area.

Well, not creepy but more like mother f#cking nightmare inducing. She was beautiful like a what people would draw , only she was rather hard to draw . . there was something that was downright unnerving about her. it was not well her body, nor her face her eyes her voice, it was the lack of power. It was the gleam in her eyes, the fact she seemed unconcerned. Just something was Seriously off about her. Something, that was really hard to pinpoint, all though slowly the glow of white, the white of teeth the white of really sharp teeth. She more or less had brought her palm a vulnerable palm to her lips, licking off blood.

Now, she slowly looked up, her hair slightly obscuring her, but her eyes those blood red eyes, seemed to shine with something strange. she slowly spoke, her voice sounding normal, but scary as hell at the same time.

"Why don't you attack first?. . . you loud obnoxious seaweed haired oaf?"

As soon as Stefan sensed another being in the area, he quickly close of his energy radiation for two reasons. One, so he himself couldn't be sensed. Two, so he could remain inconspicuous to others. When his future opponent arrived, Stefan stood up from his sitting position on the street curb and turned to face the being who was prepared to challenge this peerless swordsman. And thus he began to speak.

"Oh look, it's the Whore of Babylon, the Duchess of Slutland, the great Empress of WhoresGaLore! Go back to whence you came, foul demon! And do not dare to return, except to my unholy wrath! Mayhap thou did not here me, for if thou hath truly heard me, she would not yet be standing before me! Fine let us skippeth thy pleas entries and move on to battle!"

Huh? Why is he speaking in some strange dialect of Middle English? Weird. Anyway, as he was speaking, a plain, jet black walking cane materialized in his right hand, which he promptly chucked straight at his opponent like a bullet from a gun. The cane moved extremely quickly, and once it began to near the demon, Stefan instantly vanished only to reappear half a second later when the cane reached her. Stefan appeared with the cane in his right hand again, right next to the demoness, and swiftly attempted to strike her in her side with it. No matter how tough her skin is, or how tough a barrier might be, the cane wouldn't even b cracked. Peculiar? Yeah probably, but who cares.

After striking his for, Stefan crouched down very low and struck again, this time in a wide arc from left to right aimed directly at her knee caps. Even if this didn't hit, which it probably did considering his speed, the green haired swordsman jumped back, doing a complete back flip away, and continued to do so until he was 20 feet from his previous position. It should be noted all of this happened extremely quickly, in just a few seconds flat. And now Stefan began to wait for his opponent's response to such an assault.