"Let's go my demon army, we're gonna slay this monster and show the other hunters who's boss!"

A young man with small, nubby horns jutting out of his forehead made a tongue out screaming expression towards the camera he held in his hand, while making a horn symbol with his index and pinky finger, which also happened to be on fire as he did so.

However he got a quick smack across the back of the head by a man with long, flowing hair that was made of water like a literal waterfall suspended in the air.

"Will you stop show boating and pay attention? What if we were to get attacked while you're too busy with your camera? And who the hell is even watching a hunting stream anyways?"

"50,000 people, that's who. I got peeps from all over the world watching this."

The horned man cackled as he stood up straight, letting his communication gift hover beside his head once more, filming the entire ordeal. People largely hadn't changed after the apocalypse. After everyone got settled and things became routine, old habits once again surged.

With the communication gifts acting as a form of internet, streamers had once again become a popular pass time. It wasn't productive when it came to matters of income, but it certainly attracted those who simply loved the attention.

The horned man was one of a twelve man hunting group, his regular group that had felled quite a few monsters in their time and gained popularity because of it. They were currently hunting for their own benefit, rather than expanding the borders of Ravenkeep, something that was allowed although frowned upon by some. Not that his fans cared.

He was brought to a sudden stop when his chest bumped into the hand of his liquid haired companion, which was being held out for this exact reason.

He glanced at his companion in confusion, but the water haired man was simply staring forward in a mixture of confusion and anger. Following his gaze, he found their kill had already been killed. The creature's body laid strewn across the ground, blood still flowing from fresh wounds.

They didn't have to look hard to know who the perpetrator was, as he was currently resting on the side of the creatures body. One leg resting down while the other was bent and supported by the best, letting him lean his chest against his thigh.

The stranger in question had black hair, which was slicked back and glistening from all sorts of hair products. He was wearing jeans and a white T-shirt underneath a long, black flowing coat and on his face rested a pair of sunglasses, despite the fact that it wasn't anywhere near bright enough for them and looked more likely to rain than shine.

In all aspects, he looked like a child's, or a childish man's, interpretation of what 'Cool' was, and which tried so hard to be so that it simply failed spectacularly. The 'edge lord' effect was only made stronger by the fact he had a katana with an ornate, golden cross guard and a black sheath resting against his thigh, as he struck his best nonchalant pose.

They could see the mans eyes glance at them as they approached, before he quickly pushed his sunglasses up and looked the other way, pushing non-existent strands of hair from his face and trying to act like he didn't see them coming.

Eventually, after a few moments of awkward silence, the water haired man cleared his throat.

"Ahem. Uh, Hey there. Can't help but notice you killed that thing. I don't recognise you, but if you want we can lead you and the rest of your group back, we have a safe place to-"

"Ah! My Messenger has finally arrived! A little late though, so you won't get your tip."

The man finally spoke, completely cutting off the water haired man, who simply looked utterly baffled by his words. The man's tone was as overly performative as his dress, putting on a false air of superiority and smugness, and was as irritating as one would expect.

The water haired man exchanged looks with his horned companion, before letting out a deep sigh.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Hmm, But it seems that there are far too many of you. I only need one messenger, the rest of you... It would be better if I simply disposed of you worthless trash."

"Worthless trash... Is that a threat?"

"A threat? No no trash, It was a promise. Now, Which will be my messenger, and which shall I dispose of, any volunteers?"

He let out a haughty, clearly practiced laugh as he stood up, lifting his sword and drawing it, revealing a very polished and almost new looking blade. The hunting groups blades had slight chips in the blades, scratches and otherwise notes of wear and tear, even if they were Requital's.

However this kids sword didn't look like it had been used once in its lifetime, and was instead something that would be hung on the wall of someone... Well, someone like this.

The hunting group exchanged another set of looks between each other before bursting out into hysterical laughter, tears welling up in their eyes and some clutching at their bellies as they doubled over. It was simply too much to hold in any longer.

Wiping the tears from his eyes, the horned streamed stepped forwards, rolling his shoulders as he did so.

"Alright kid, Let's make this quick. Hopefully I'll get a good show out of it, but I'll try not to beat you too hard."

As the horned man stepped forward, he grew taller and his footfalls heavier with every step. His skin took on a crimson hue, his eyes blackening and a small set of tusks growing from his lower jaw. His horns elongated, until they were 12 inches long and curved upwards, before igniting into flames.

The Devil man let out a fearsome roar, to which crowds in their homes cheered for their star, as the young edge lord simply twirled his blade dramatically before pointing it forwards towards his opponent.

They stared each other down, before the demon charged forwards. There was a roar of flame, a flash of light, before the demon halted in his tracks suddenly. The young man appeared out of thin air behind him, a coy smile on his face as he swirled his perfect sword dramatically again.

Despite his opponent being right behind him, the devil didn't move. Instead he swayed awkwardly, before finally turning slowly with a confused expression on his face.

The edge lord let out a soft chuckle, before sheathing his blade and at the same moment, by what could only be pure coincidence, the demon simply collapsed. He didn't fall backwards or have his legs give out underneath him.

He simply collapsed like a sand castle, Separating into multiple neatly sliced meat cubes and collapsing into a pile of meat cubes and blood. The floating camera capturing every moment of it before blinking out of existence, no longer able to survive after the death of its master.

The young man pushed his sunglasses up, so they completely covered his eyes, before gazing at the rest of the party with a bone chilling smile.

"Now, who's next?"

***

Sweat mixed with water as the last remaining survivors liquid hair got in his face, but he didn't care about such a petty thing, not anymore. His lungs burned, his thighs screaming out in pain but still he ran, sprinting as fast as he could.

Sometimes he would stumble, tripping over his own feet, but he would never allow himself to fall. Instead he ran, panting heavily as an expression of pure terror painted his face. He constantly looked over his shoulder, searching for that glistening sword.

His hand tightly clutched at his arm, or the stump that was left of it. Blood dripping from the fresh wound of his severed limb, but even that was lucky.

Every member of his party had been diced to pieces, like they were simple meat in a blender. The young man had carved through them like they were nothing. They couldn't even see him moving, never mind lay a finger on him, yet he killed multiple of them at the same time without even moving from the spot.

The water haired man had no idea how the kid had done it, but he didn't care. All he needed to do was escape and deliver the message. The message. Yes, it was the only reason he was spared. He had to deliver the message!

He barged through the cities gates, shoving his way past the guards who tried to stop him. They drew their weapons and charged after him, but he didn't care. Instead he lunged at the first civilian he could see, his blood covered hand clutching at the persons collar as he practically hung off them.

"L-Lightbringer. The Lightbringer!"

The civilian shoved him off, but the man quickly began to crawl across the ground like a lame dog, screaming like a deranged madman. As he sat back on his knees, like he was about to start praying in the dirt, Heads turned, eyes widened and ears perked up as he delivered his message.

"The Lightbringer is coming! His judgement comes for us all! He will purge the unbelievers! He is justice! The Lightbringer is-"

The man halted his screaming, his eyes widening in confusion and shock. The guards were still appraoching him, preparing themselves to restrain him. But, before they could get close, he simply coughed up a mouthful of blood before his head slid clean off of his shoulders.

Blood sprayed from his neck stump, spurting like a fire hydrant as his heart still obediently carried out its final orders. His head bounced as it hit the ground, rolling a few times before stopping at the feet of a teenaged girl, his wide eyes still open as he stared up at her.

The girl took a single look at the severed head, before letting out a bloodcurdling scream.