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</div><br/><br/>He walked along the dark street, casual, unworried by the late hour.  Time of day didn’t deter him from enjoying what he wanted at any given moment, nor did the aspect of what some might’ve called danger.  Being what he was, there were very few reasons to live in fear on Earth.  Perhaps the most serious risk were drugs, but that kind of thing didn’t typically happen during attacks, not initial ones.  No, it was usually guns, knives, and fists, none of which Kado had any reason to fear.  Pain… yes, he could feel it, but he’d been through enough in his life that a mere gunshot wound was easy enough to brush off.  He’d already been shot, stabbed, and burned more times than he could count, and there wasn’t a single scar on his body.  In fact, the only markings he possessed after all those years were those he intentionally placed in the form of tattoos and piercings.  His half-human father had been mortified…<br/><br/>Kado lived a fairly uninteresting life with little dashes of spice scattered throughout.  If it hadn’t been for all his non-human blood, he imagined he’d have been some stuffy, boring scholar, married with at least one child, nothing special, nothing exciting ever happening.  For some, that was enough.  But his human tendencies had been washed away by the time he had grown physically mature, thanks to everything else working against it that was more powerful.  Incubus would’ve been enough to throw anyone’s existence into chaos, but he was also a very different type of immortal through his other father’s bloodline.  In short, he was an immortal mutt, one with crazy instincts and needs, and he’d had to come to grips with how to deal with it all.<br/><br/>He’d lived in so many places, but he’d always found himself returning to Earth.  There was something about it… the air, the feel of the energy beneath his feet, and the moon and stars above.  It had its own ambiance that made it unmistakable, and it was the first home he really remembered with any accuracy.  The world they lived on before that was more a daydream, and he’d been little more than a toddler scurrying about and trying his best to learn how his wings worked.  The rest of his childhood had been spent suppressing a lot of his natural instincts and appearance to fit in with the humans, and he for a time hated it, but knew that it was how people like them got by, how mortals around them were able to carry on with their own lives.  Adulthood, however… yes, it had come with its own obstacles, and Kado had struggled to surpass them all.<br/><br/>Now, several hundreds of years later, there was little he struggled with… other than perhaps his own personal relationships, which had become impossible to maintain after watching so many die.  His Schi father hadn’t lied when he’d warned him of the flicker that was human life.  Despite those problems, he’d grown, lost that boyish nature and appearance, though many still regarded him as beautiful.  That was more the incubus blood working for him, at least to his way of thinking.  He had that from his half demon father, as well as the long black hair and the blue eyes, though if he didn’t alter his appearance the whites of his eyes were as black as his pupils.  His true nature also came with fangs, not at all dissimilar to a vampire there, and sharp, talon-like fingertips that could tear through an opponent.  The most obvious difference was his wings, though.  He always had to keep them hidden on Earth, unless he was in the privacy of his own home, but when he revealed them they were almost too large to be comfortable indoors, black feathers tipped in white stretching a good sixteen feet across when he spread them out.  Thankfully, he usually only needed one good stretch before he settled down with them folded.<br/><br/>All of that was hidden as he walked down the street.  His intention was the bar, one he’d gone to a couple of times to catch a quick drink and a longer meal.  Sometimes his incubus nature picked up and he didn’t have much of a choice.  During his Schi mating cycle, he could often get someone else more capable and less…<i>fragile</i>to help him out with that, another immortal, but he didn’t see the need to bother anyone over a simple feeding where he was in complete control of himself.  He’d get to feast on sexual energy, and the other man in question got laid.  It was a win-win, so long as the idiot wasn’t one of the rare few that decided he was going to play rough.  That never ended well for Kado’s attacker, and it usually meant there was a mess to dispose of.<br/><br/>He was almost there, just a little over a block from the entrance, when he realized that the familiar scent he’d been catching in the air was blood.  A lot of it.  It was also not human, old blood, which made him more wary.  Demon… possibly incubus, but not pure.  If there was some kind of hunter stalking the streets, looking to take down what they viewed as<i>supernatural creatures</i>, then it paid to be cautious.  Mostly, he just wanted to turn and walk away.  With the amount of blood carried on the wind, it was likely that whoever it was had been killed.  Still, Kado had been raised better than that, even if that had been hundreds of years ago, and he simply was who he was.  He couldn’t walk out on this.  What he did was proceed with his senses on alert, his ears picking up every sound, his eyes wide and shifting from shadow to shadow as he approached where that scent was coming from.<br/><br/>An alley.  Of<i>course</i>it had to be an alley.  That was where all manner of shady things happened, not out in the open on a sunny day.  He could hear what he swore was scraping, and he stood there at the opening of the narrow pathway, staring at a dumpster situated against one of the walls.  Whatever it was, it was going on behind there.  The smell was thick, almost suffocating now, and yet it was delicious.  He didn’t usually think that way about blood, especially a complete stranger’s.  Curiosity was what finally had his feet moving, again.  Horror once more halted them.<br/><br/>“Oh my god…” he breathed out, staring at the bloody mess on the ground.  The creature was barely alive, sliced open, and pale as snow.  He was also carving straight into his own chest, the scraping sounds Kado had heard the grotesque grind of blade on bone.  Not knowing what else to do, the Schi dropped to his knees and yanked the blade out of the other’s hands, placing a hand over the gaping wound in his chest and trying to force it to heal closed.  It resisted, which came as no surprise.  Kado had been taught healing, but he wasn’t all that great at it.  If he was going to be of any real help, he was going to need time.<br/><br/>“What did you think you were doing?” he whispered, not expecting a real answer from a half dead man.  Instead, he gathered the suicidal idiot in his arms and shifted them far away from that alley, leaving behind the overpowering smell of blood in favour of his own downtown apartment.  Bedsheets be damned, he placed the wounded man down on top of them and started doing what he could.  He found a strange pendent lodged in a horrid wound and winced as he pulled it out, studying the thing and tossing it on the bed.