North Hartford, Three days later...

It was dusk, and the lights in the lavish area of Connecticut were flickering and dancing everywhere on the block the trio was at. The glamorous hotels, the high priced shops, and the five star restaurants. It's hard to believe that a demon would want to hang out here, thought Devin.

"There's three kinds of Demons you'll find in the world, ones that go to places where the selfish, and slimiest human scum go and used them for their dirty work; or ones you find in the most expensive, grand places to pray on the wealthy." Morgan told the boys earlier.

"What's the third kind?" asked Dante.

Morgan fell silent after that.

They were in Dante's magically refurbished car, which didn't stand out that much compared to the other cars. Morgan was driving, with Dante in the passenger seat (not happy at the fact that Morgan is driving his 'V8 engine of joy'), and Devin in the back seat.

"So where is the Demon again?" asked Dante, annoyed at driving in circles for the past half hour.

"He's at the Grand Cru wine bar," said Morgan, scanning the sidewalks as he drives.

"You mean the wine bar we just passed a block ago? Which we past five times?" said Dante, frustration going to his limit,

"Calm down now, Dante. I'm merely checking if he's not doing any of his business."

What Morgan meant was he was making sure the Demon wasn't doing business with Otherworlders, humans, or both; business that included death. After we made the sixth circle on the wine bar, Morgan said "Okay, it looks like there's some mafia chumps trying to make a deal with the Demon, but all he wants to do is drink fine wine."

They parked at the corner of the block and got out of the car. Morgan went over to the trunk and opened it. Inside were dozens of firearms scattered all over the trunk, with Dante and Devin's swords in the middle. Devin turned around and saw a police officer leering at the trio.

"Uh, Dad? I think we should close the trunk, we have someone curious behind us," said Devin, pointing to the officer with his eyes.

Morgan turned his head just slightly, enough to see the officer in the corner of his eye. He smirked as if what Devin said was a joke.

"Don't worry about it," said Morgan. "These weapons have been enchanted to not be seen by Naturals."

"'Naturals'? That's what you call cops? I always called them the Po-po but whatever floats your boat Morgan." Said Dante, amused.

Morgan narrowed his eyes a bit and said "Naturals are what we Nobleman and Otherworlders call humans."

So we gave humans a nickname for the Otherworld huh? Hmmm, thought Devin. It looks like they're inferior species among this world.

Dante grabbed some side arms, a couple semi-automatics, and a shotgun which was typical. While they were training, Dante was exceptionally better with his firearms than sword fighting. It's probably because before his father died he took Dante to the shooting range. He must have practiced a lot with his father all the time before he died. He then carried his Guardian Sword with an exceptionally crafted scabbard.

For the past three days, Devin and Dante have been in the circular stone room practicing against dummies so they know how to defend themselves against Otherworlders. The way they practiced was a standard Noblemen training technique: Shadow dust. They use a powerful enchanted pile of dust, and the Nobleman would say who they want to fight and the dust would form into the said enemy, called a Shadow Dummy. They fought against, Vampires, Werewolves, Goblins, and Demons. Devin thought the Demons were the hardest.

As for Devin himself, he could take out a Shadow Dummy withhis swords in two moves. He knew this will be much harder in the real world. So he reached for two enchanted elf-made pistols. It was made especially for Noblemen, where one can transfer his or her power to the bullets making it deadly for any Otherworlder. He took out the magazine to see how many bullets were in it: 12. That should be enough to make the demon suffer. Devin couldn't believe a bullet could harm a supernatural being, until he explained they also had holy markings on or hollow points filled with holy water.

Morgan took out some mystic knives and a mystic revolver that looked very old and very powerful. He didn't tell the boys what it was called though. "Alright guys, time for your first mission" he said, and loaded his gun, snapping the barrel in place and motioned them to the bar.

"Hide Weapons" said Morgan, and sparkles came over his weapons, camouflaging them as everyday items. "This is to double the safety of not exposing our weapons, for the demon can see them once we get in there, even with charms attached to the guns and swords"

Devin and Dante said the same thing, making Devin's swords poster cases and Dante's firearms look like a hiker's backpack jumbled with junk inside it, with his Sword looking like a camera tripod.

Morgan explained to the boys how Noblemen are different from any other Warlock or Witch. Warlocks and Witches can only cast spells through speaking Latin, or impulsively using the magic by many years of experience. Noblemen are chosen at birth, they can tell by "N" shaped birthmark on their body. Devin and Dante never realized they both had the same one, for it was never brought up. Devin had it on the left side of his neck, and Dante by his left hip. Noblemen have the ability known as "Words of Enchantment" which means they can use their magical powers by using any language and sets of words. All they have to say is 'Fire' and the power of fire will be in their hands to control. The ability of using spells impulsively is just as easy too. Regular Warlocks and Witches have to train for years to become great Spellcasters. Noblemen are equipped at birth to be great warriors.

They entered the wine bar, and the place looked like a bar from Eastern Europe with its architecture. The brick walls, oak tables and bar stand, with cases of wine on every corners of the place. High elegant yuppies were chatting, flirting, and intoxicating themselves as usual from the looks of the bartenders and waitresses.

"There he is, at the lounge seats. Making a little deal with some high end scum." said Morgan, nodding over to an area of leather seats.

That's when Devin could see the demon, out of the three men that looked the same. The two men were both in gray pinstriped suits, wearing off color ties, silver watches, and $500 haircuts. The man from across them though, was different. He wore a Charcoal suit, white tie, and an old leather watch. His hair was slicked back, but the features that gave out his demonic looks the most were his eyes. The piercing gray eyes that showed hate, loathing, and greed. Just by looking at those eyes Devin could feel his demonic presence seeping out of him.

"Come on, let's go introduce ourselves." said Morgan, and the trio walked over to the lounge area. As they walked towards them they could hear the conversation the two men and demon were having.

"We need to get out of this heat we're in! We want be in the cool zone for the rest of our careers, no feds going near our beach houses looking for our loot, or dogs sniffing out for it too!" said the man with the bright orange tie.

"Yeah, and we don't want our family to take the hits for our business either! We want none of that, understand?" said the man in a fuchsia tie.

"Yes, yes, that seems very reasonable gentlemen. I'm sure we can get a good deal here with these circumstances. Now all I need is your—" said the demon, but he cut himself off when he saw Morgan and the boys walking towards him. He wasn't surprised; he was more satisfied to see them coming his way.

The trio came up behind the two men in suits and Morgan said "Sorry boys, but we have unsettled business to finish with this man here."

"Hey punk why don't you—" said the fuchsia tie, but the demon cut him off saying "The man is right, good sir. I need to settle something with these three men here. We'll finish our little deal another time."

The man with the orange tie was about to say something, but the glare the demon gave him made him keep it to himself. The two men nodded and left the area. The Demon smiled very mischievously and said "Please Morgan, take a seat, let's chat for a bit!"

"I prefer to stand thank you." said Morgan very blankly.

The demon looked over to Devin and Dante. "Would you two young lads like to take a seat?"

"I'll take a seat after I blow your head off, you demonic scum," said Dante sourly. Devin just glared at him, his expression speaking for itself. Devin had vengeance on his mind, ready to kill the beast that murdered his mother.

The demon's mouth twitched and said "Okay don't sit. What can I do for you three?" but he already knew the answer.

"Why don't you get these people out of here, Newman? We don't want to make a mess here." said Morgan, drawing out his camouflaged pistol.

The demon known as Newman has a smile became flat, and stood up and looked over to the barkeeper and said to him "George, These three gentlemen and I are going to have a private party, so we need everyone out. Would you mind?"

The barkeeper looked like he was about to refuse, but he saw the look in Newman's eyes and he looked slightly frighten, knowing what will happen if he does refuse.

"Okay everybody," he yelled throughout the bar. "It's closing time. Everybody has to leave."

Most of the people were confused at what was happening, but they obeyed, even with much frustration. It wasn't long before only the barkeeper was left in the building, and he said "Make this quick, Newman. I have a business to run."

Newman nodded, and the barkeeper walked out of the bar, with Devin hearing a faint clicking noise from the door.

"Now, how should we do this, boys? Should I kill you quickly, or do it painfully slow?" asked Newman, standing up and unbuttoning his blazer.

"About we kill you quickly and painfully?" said Dante, and he whipped out mystic sub-machine guns, which looked very similar to MP5s, and started firing them right at Newman. Newman moved away from the gunfire, moving in a smoke-like movement. He was now left from Devin, so he unsheathed his swords and moved over to Newman. He slashed one sword horizontally, which Newman dodged it. Devin used his momentum and did an upward diagonal slash, cutting Newman's cheek. He stepped back in pain, his cut burning, as if a torch just grazed his face. His expression became angry, and pounced at Devin.

Devin saw this coming so he yelled "Lightning Slash!" and his blades started to spark with electricity, flowing around the blades like it was being generated from the metal. He swung his swords at Newman, and the slash came off of the swords and headed toward Newman, blowing him back from the impact. He was now on the ground, twitching from the electricity going through his body.

But Devin knew this couldn't kill the Demon. He looked over to Dante who was about to shoot Newman, but Devin yelled "No! I have the kill shot, understand?

Dante nodded and handed Devin a mystical Shotgun and aimed the gun right at Newman's head... Newman snarled at Devin, rushed to him at an incredible speed and grabbed his leg, tossing him to the wall like he as was light as a pillow. Morgan now came over to Newman, with a mystical dagger pointing down from his knuckles and thrust the dagger at Newman. Newman grabbed Morgan's wrist and Morgan said "Push!" and Newman was blown away by Morgan's magical force.

Newman's back been now on the wall, and was going to attack, but he was pushed back on the wall when he heard a gruesome sound coming from his shoulder. He yelled in pain, and looked at his right shoulder; Devin's sword was impaled into his shoulder blade. He looked over to Devin, who had his hand out, showing he threw it at Newman. Dante was now next to Devin, saying "Nice throw Devin! I'll handle this," and pointed his mystical MP5 at Newman.

"Devin, why did you do that?" yelled Morgan and he was pushed back by Newman's demonic abilities, and Newman smiled viciously. He grabbed Devin's sword, pulled it out of his shoulder, and it became engulfed in flames, but his hand sizzling while grabbing the grip of the sword. Newman rushed over to Devin, hacking the sword at him. Devin was defending himself as best as he could. Dante came over to help but Newman shoved him away, knocking him down. Devin was now holding himself from death, not having a chance to attack. Newman thrust the sword downward for a final blow and Devin blocked it, holding off the sword with its twin. He was using all his strength to defend himself, but the Demon was too strong. He soon was on his knees, with Newman bending over to go for the killing attack.

"My, you are weak! Just like your whore mother, giving birth to such a disgusting creature. You're an abomination to the world. It'll be a pleasure to wipe you off from this world..."

Devin's anger began to brew, his strength growing. But it wasn't enough to get Newman off of him. With a final ounce of great strength he parried Newman off of him. Newman quickly recovered and was about to counterattack, but he became frozen, his eyes wide with horror.

He looked down at his chest, having a gold-ebony sword tip coming out of it. Dante now revealed himself from behind and dug the sword deeper into the Demon's chest. He took his sword out, and now Newman was on his knees, his eyes turning orange, starting to become lifeless. Devin stood before him, his sword gripping tightly in his hand. "This is for my mother, you son of a bitch," and hacked the sword right at Newman's neck, decapitating him, his head and body burning into flames and becoming piles of ash.

Both Devin and Dante let out breaths of relief, heaving and recovering their stamina. Devin looked over to Dante and said with a smile "Guess you can put that sword into good use, huh?"

Dante laughed and replied "Yeah, well it's not called the Guardian Sword for nothing, you know."

They both heard a few grunts coming from the wooden debris, and saw Morgan standing up, holding his head, rubbing it slowly. He looked over to them, then the two piles of ash, looked back at them, and smiled.

"Well, looked like you two did a good job on your first Demon kill. But next time, never let them touch your weapon, they will use their powers to enflame it with hellfire, even holy swords."

Devin nodded and said "I'll keep that in mind."

Morgan looked over to the front door and said "Let's get out of here; people must have noticed the gunfire and noise of busting up the place." and he led the boys outside the back.

Twenty minutes later the trio was on the road, with Devin driving (since he was the only one who didn't have temporary injuries to not drive). Morgan lying in the back seat; his eyes closed and said during the drive "What you just experienced today was just the tip of the iceberg. Our job is going to take us anywhere we're needed, keeping the peace of humans and Otherworlders, preventing demons from destroying the world, and maybe a little more. So what I'm going to ask of you boys is: are you up for it?"

Dante looked over to Devin and said "I don't know Dev; you think we're up for an army of supernatural creatures, using our mystical toys and enchanted tongues to take them on, living every day like a unsung hero?"

Devin had a faint smile on his face, and said "Well since you put it that way, I think I'm definitely up for it."

Dante drum rolled the dashboard hard and said "Yahoo! Devin and Dante, Warrior Wizards, protecting the world from the unknown!"

"Easy there Dante, there's plenty of us Noblemen to protect the world." said Morgan. Don't act like you're the world's only line of defense. Now if you don't mind, I would like some sleep now."

"Yeah, yeah okay. Hey Devin, put on some Pink Floyd, help the old man sleep better." said Dante, smirking at Morgan, even though he couldn't see. But as if he could see Dante's smirk, he said "I'm young enough to be your older cousin, dude."

Devin chuckled at what his father just said, and he turned on his The Dark Side of the Moon CD. As he listened to the CD, he was reminded of how he was first introduced by Pink Floyd. It was the first year he met Danielle, and she was showing him her father's old cassettes.

"Pink Floyd was so good at making music. You instantly had a different feeling or a different mood when you listened to them."

That was the only downfall on being a Nobleman. Never seeing her again is going to be difficult, but he's sacrificing that for the protection of the world, making sure no one is scared when things go bump in the night. As long as he has that purpose, he will manage to never see her again, with an ounce of hope that one day that will meet again.

It was his destiny, he had to manage.

Author's Note: Hello Reader, Mike here! I would like to thank you for reading until the end of my short fantasy story. This was written a little over two years ago in my years in High School. Obviously my writing had drastically changed if you have read my more current works (Zulu Unit Files, A Weekend in Manhattan). I hope you enjoyed this story, because I have an announcement to make. Once I complete my manuscript and edited Book 2 of the Oliver Qwinn series, I will begin to write a Novel length adventure of The Other World. When I wrote this I fell in love with Devin and Dante, and knew they should get a better opportunity to be written in a better story. The Novel length will be a "Reboot" you could say, and their development, relationships, and challenges they face will be constructed better than it was in this story I can assure you!

So please don't hesitate to write a few honest words in the review box, telling me how you liked this story, what you didn't like, and if you will be looking forward to a Novel length adventure of Devin Knight and Dante Karmichael.

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