Tonight is not the night he wanted to be out right now, yet Artemis insisted he patrol anyway. The bright full moon shown brightly with all her beauty and annoying youth given to her by the power of a goddess. It was her moon, the Greek goddess of the hunt, and master as well as soul keeper of all Dark Hunters. The moon kept them safe from the eyes of the other gods, as well as her brother Apollo. Artemis will be watching him as usual, she always did when this night came since it is his birthday. And the day Lirian died.
It had taken him a lot to get where he is today. Well more like tonight as he never got to see the light of day since. Artemis bore him the mark of the double bow and arrow at the nape of his neck where she touched him. It was forbidden to have the mark visible, yet she placed it there to always remind him of who he is and that very day. In order to hide it from Daimon radar, he wore sleeveless turtle-necks and long collared coats, occasionally a scarf if not a busy night.
A young and handsome looking male with shoulder length dark hair and fair skin, it was the stern jaw and toned body that marked him the warrior he was and still is today under the light of the moon. The golden eyes though drawn him suspect of being a vampire as he stalked the night with black leather clothes and a sheathed katana in his left hand. He had a gun too in case, but always worked best with blades, especially those long and slender ones that knew just right how to slice a Daimon in half. Plus a good source for his electro-kinetic powers to travel through and zap his enemies to dust.
Just as mentioned, he hated this night the most. It was hard to concentrate on his job when all he can think about was that memory of his death and betrayal. He'd probably would've missed the soul sucking bastard in an alley he nearly passed and let a human die on his watch if the realization of it didn't hit him on time. Artemis had some way to knock him into his senses, and the sound of the Daimon slurping at the human blood was enough.
"Hey," he called out at the end of the dark alley he can clearly see through with his dark vision. The Daimon looked up from his meal surprised, to utter fear when he realized who was interrupting him. From dropping the unconscious human on the ground, the Daimon tried to make a break for it. Lirian sighed as he unsheathed his sword and touched the end of it to the wet street of London, leftover rain from the morning. A trail of blue electricity flashed right past the human and caught the Daimon in mid run. There was a loud scream and a pop as he turned to ash.
"Well that counts one for the night..." he murmured under his breath as he put away the sword and approached the man lying on the ground bleeding out from the throat. He wasn't even sure if the man was conscious or not. "Seems to be some slight breathing and the heart is still beating. Can't leave him here though..." He looked up at the moon, seeking an answer from the goddess or at least a sign. She really rarely spoke to her Dark Hunters and this case, especially this night, was the silent treatment.