The new guy in the office.
Hey, guys! I'm Kent Marcane. I'm a fully-trained Reaper for the Manhattan dispatch, but due to training protocol, I've been stationed in England to learn more tricks of the trade. I'm nothing special really, but I've been told that for a youngster, I've got grit. Not too sure what they mean by that. (Kuroshitsuji OC) [[MAGIC ANON: NONE.]]

~~{ ƈ ą ŧ ą ŋ đ ɱ σ ų ş ε }~~


Stalking before a kill had become ritualistic. He’d trail his target for several days, planning and plotting the perfect place to snatch them, then would pluck them from everyday like to either drain them of their blood to quench his thirst, devour their flesh to sate his hunger, or just to take them away to play with for a while. The problem was that humans had become so easy to capture. He needed a thrill. A test of his skills. A new species to be his mouse to bat at and chase around.

This desire for change led him to his current whereabouts, clinging to the ceiling in the darkened bedroom to await the owner to walk in. Sneaking into the realm had been child’s play after learning the comings and goings of its inhabitants. The security had been easy to bypass. The only challenge had been tracking down the right home, as reapers seemed to work the oddest hours. 

But now, all his patience would be rewarded. Two weeks of stalking and waiting and biding time had led to this moment, perched above the doorway to pounce on his prey at its most vulnerable. No one felt safer than at home, after all. Especially those who had no clue there was anything to fear. All that was left was to wait. 

A long day of work already had Kent battered and a little bruised, but generally content with his day. As he reached for the doorknob he paused in thought and slight confusion. Something was off, something was wrong. He could feel it in the air. But exactly what was it? Kent couldn’t put his finger on it. He made the mistake of opening the door anyway.

He had never expected the demon to be lurking in his room, he thought it impossible for one of them to even get into his realm. His instincts had him edgy and jumpy all of a sudden. His hands shook a little as slightly-glowing green-yellow eyes scanned the darkness room. He should’ve taken it all as a warning, but he had stupidly never seen any of this coming.

And then he took a deep breath of the cold air, and realized that the demon stench wasn’t emanating from his uniform, but the room. He whirled around just in time to come face to face with the demon.