The streets were filled with people, strangers, no one that would help most likely. The memory of words spoken inside the mind of the Slayer was all he had for any sort of clue, especially since he had nothing to go on. She had said her name was why she was a slave to that man, that was a clue that helped a little. Thing was his race never use magic to fight or had capability of magic, not many even dealt with things like he was doing now. There was nothing he could do to learn how to get her back, nor could he ask an elder. Though speaking of magic, wizards of black magic would know how to summon things or even know what she meant. That meant this would be a bloody trip - first he would visit the darker area. The people there would know more about the dark magic as well as where to find a man to "interrogate". All of this excited him, it excited his spirit familiar as well. all of this meant he would become a butcher and he had many things to use to get information.<br/><br/>Slayers hunted for the thrill, for the sheer grade of showing power of where they were born. No Slayer did it for money; they hunted to be stronger, to show what they were capable of, a times even honor - nothing more. Most Slayers were protectors or assassins.<br/><br/>Hunters did it for money, pleasure, and or glory. There were few who did the job for just doing it. Those that did were usually the mercenary versions of Hunters. In all the Hunters were just there for show nothing more.<br/><br/>Whispers sounded as the Slayer walked around for hours hunting information down on where a few Warlocks were, not many were help. So far no one was worth giving to his Adikus blade's prick. Till he saw someone dart away, the Slayer narrowed his eyes and dropped the man who was groveling and darted after the fleeting figure. Pulling out a slender beaded chain he smacked it out and tripped the figure, walking up he kicked the figure onto his back and knelt down. His blade's spine soon rested over the male's throat, "You know something, tell me. It's why you fled am I correct?" the man nodded. Eli bent closer and whispered something that made the male squirm before spilling where a Black Mage was. However he heard a threat and glared before taking the male and cut his jugulars, letting him bleed out. Eli didn't want to hear a threat, or that this was a pointless work. Killing one man was just the start.<br/><br/>His search thanks to the cutthroat was quick but the Mage was no there, he broke into the building and began to snoop around. Eli looked around for books or paper, and soon he found them. Locked away.<br/><br/>Locks could be picked but not magic ones. Chuckling he put up his knife and braced himself. Grinning he began to kick at the hinges, each kick was loud and heavy touched.<br/><br/>Soon the wood began to split and a hinge broke, "This will soon get easy." he then reached up and wedged his fingers into the crack and began to pull, tugging and pulling he heard a snap and creak before the door broke in half. It was thin and easy to snap. The Slayer then began to spend hours flipping through book pages till he learned that she might be a demon, he didn't care. He wanted her back. The book was then tossed into a pile as the Mage came in. Turning he grinned and walked closer, "Tell me, why must a name hold power towards a being of Hell?"<br/>"What kind of question is that?!"<br/>"Answer me- your answer may keep your soul here." Eli walked closer and caught sight of the Mage about to strike and dodged, "Fine. RedRum will take you." hissing he charged the Mage and nearly got hit from a blast of fire. Snarling he rammed him and as well made the man's flesh swallow the poisoned knife. Twisting it he jerked it out letting blood fly out and onto him lightly, "Enjoy a long painful death, near the end your body stops. Too bad you didn't leave me information, your death would have been faster. As well- painless." he then smirked and cleaned the blade off before leaving to the door. He bumped a candle and let it land on a curtain leaving a trail of fire before leaving, "Better let me in you dammed. The Thorn of Adicus is coming."<br/><br/>For five days it went on like this; gathering information, killing - murdering, torturing, fighting off the magic used against him, burning the evidence he was there, and letting pools of blood run like streams into other rooms. By now he was a makeshift specter of death, rumors told of his crazed killing spree, not many were going after him either. Those that did were Hunters - which he fought off. Evenly matched the Slayer would spend a log time fighting them and when he came close to winning he'd lead them into traps or use their bodies to get inside the places he needed. Every Hunter slain he would string up and make them known that no one was to stop him. Killing had become a joy - a bloody joy. It was fun, and now it was a sick drive. His coat was stained with blood spray and as was his skin flakes with blood. He had tortured a Hunter into telling him where a Necromancer was, with his luck he was wanted by that dark user. With a sick and twisted gaze and smile the male went to where he had been told before hanging the Hunter by his guts.<br/><br/>Soon as he found the place he snuck in the window and climbed up the rafters. Waiting he dropped a vile making the dark user wake and come to where he was. Dropping down he slammed the man into the floor and set the spine of the knife to the neck, "Tell me Necromancer, where can I find a name list of wizards maybe demons or your heart will beat outside of you chest."<br/>"I won't tell you, why don't you give me yours?" Eli then was flipped and had his knife knocked from his hand. Gritting his teeth the male tried to get it but felt a stab in his chest, crying out he punched the man and pulled the metal pike out. Gritting his teeth he stood and wobbled, "Aren't you afraid of the dark? I see many wards as well as light sources... What are you hiding from."<br/>"I hide from no one!" Eli grinned and picked his knife up, he stabbed it into a ward and broke the symbol. Instantly the room got colder and a little more dark. The Necromancer screamed, "NO! DON'T!" Eli stepped over to some candles and blew them out, the cold began to get stronger, "What demon are you scared of?"<br/>"None!" The Slayer blew out the lantern making only where the Necromancer stood the only light.<br/><br/>Grinning in the dark he began to break more and more seals makign the feeling of dread, dispair, death, and anger filled lthe room in an overwhelming sence. The entire time Eli was slowly breathing, making his mind clear, fighting off the urge to instantly kill him. RedRum was vissible now that only one seal was left. The one that gave off a soft glow, "Answer me. Where is a list." the Necromancer screamed and pleaded as he looked about trying to see the killer in the dark, "Tell me... what Is that last seal?"<br/>"Its... Its a shadow d-demon ward... why?"<br/>"Don't those steal souls of their summoners if they don't give them what they want?"<br/>"Y-yes?!"<br/>"What did you not give them dear Necromancer?" he then stepped into the ward's circle and put the man in a choker hold, "Well?"<br/>"The desk... it has... a list!" He let him go and followed the spirit snake to the desk. Rummaging around he looked back, "Murder - take his soul." he growled a smirk and took the list.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #40BFFF">With divine pleassssure I sssshall.</span></span><br/><br/>It then went to the seal and knocked wax over it, the room went dark and screams as well as groans were heard before the Necromancer let out a pathetic panicked wail. Eli took his list and left. The demons the Necromancer was hiding from would handle that kill. Now all he had to do was hunt down the rest of the names and places on this list.