First Demonic Encounter (Tyrant, Open)

[Tyrant Creed]

The man stood behind a massive, ornate wooden desk. Handsome and richly dressed, he stood in front of a large window made of stained glass depicting one scene of many in the study. Ebony hair finely groomed, it contrasted finely with his pale white skin. Seeming a young man, even in the smoky reflection of the window his features could only be described as beautiful.

Tyr shifted slightly, resisting the urge to look down, yet every time he looked up, the hybrid inevitably found his eyes drawn to the depictions of his father's many accomplishments. He knew not why he had been called back to France, nor why his father wished to speak to him personally, in his favorite tower and most private study. Literature lined the walls, if some could even be referred to as such, ranging from dusty tomes to ancient steles and data chips holding many more thousands.

The hybrid nearly jumped when the silence was broken by his father's voice. Melodic and seductive, the confident male spoke with supreme confidence born from one who could crush him in an instant. Though his words were nearly musical, almost as beautiful as his features, they were off somehow to the perceptive Tyr. They were too cold, their beauty too calculated. No, they were just another part of the clever ruse that was his father. Nonetheless, he listened carefully.

"Times are changing. Again." Solemn Creed observed. "Father?" Tyr asked, confused as to what this was about. The great daemon turned towards his son who was nearly a mirror image of himself. "You will live a long time, learn to change with them." With that, the Archfiend pulled a file from his desk and slid it across to Tyr who took it up and left, dismissed.

After a few hours on his father's private jet, the hybrid stood outside of an internet cafe of minor repute, Tyr looked at the file once more. It held details on one Tyler Craven, genius scientist who had reputedly cracked the complex science of gene mutation, splicing, and experimentation... Apparently his father's contacts had caught wind of an operation to abduct him and steal his secrets. Tyr, dressed casually in a maroon tshirt with black jeans and scuffed combat boots, with every intent to beat them to this resource.

[Tyrant Creed]

Tyr had thought to enter with a little flair and throw in some drama. He had planned it perfectly. The hybrid would enter in slow motion, come to a stop with his hands on his hips and an air of extreme confidence about him before flipping his hair over his shoulder and smiling charmingly at the nearest female. It probably would have ended up looking dreadful, but Tyr was stopped when he bumped by some kid.

Glaring down at him, Tyr nearly shoved the nuisance away for ruining his potential moment, but stopped when he noticed who it was. "I-its alright.." The hybrid managed to stutter out, attempting to hide the flicker of recognition in his eyes. It was Tyler, the one he was supposed to be recruiting to his organization.

"It was my bad, anyway." Tyr said, dismissing his initial surprise and attempting to fall back into charm. He smiled and held out his hand, all smooth creamy skin and manicured nails. "Tyr." the hybrid said, introducing himself.

[Tyrant Creed]

Tyler seemed almost to brace himself at first, as if half expecting Tyr to launch into a tirade or something. How silly. True, Tyr had been rather upset at first, but it really hadn't been such a big deal as all that.

For several uncomfortable moments, Tyr held his hand out, smile frozen and expecting a handshake. For those moments, Tyler looked very uncomfortable, as if unsure of whether or not to shake his hand, or make love to it... Damn my sexy hands, Tyr cursed in his mind.

"Well," Tyr began, watching him closely. "I did come here looking for you, if that counts for anything." The hybrid motioned for Tyler to take a seat. "I have a proposition for you, if you are willing to hear me out."

The hybrid planned to be direct with his proposition. After all, he did not know how much time he had before the others would arrive. It would be best, he thought, if he could be away with Tyler soon and avoid any unnecessary fights.

[Tyrant Creed]

Tyr glanced around briefly. He sensed something... Some sixth sense was telling him to hurry things up. Ugh, the hybrid hated to rush things. It always seemed... Unwise. No matter. In this instance, he had the feeling that it would only be worse if he moved slowly.

When he looked back at Tyler, all emotion had left his face. "It has come to the attention of certain parties, that you have developed certain... Scientific skills that could prove to be quite profitable." the hybrid watched the man's face to see how he would react to his knowledge of such things.

"Some would take you and torture your secrets from you," the hybrid spoke of this calmly, resisting the urge to twitch at the sound of every closing car door. "Worry not, for I do not represent such people. Actually, I would like to offer you a job."

To even Tyr's superior senses, the slight click of a magazine sliding in place was faint, but he heard it nonetheless. "And, more importantly, we are willing to offer you sanctuary."

[Tyrant Creed]

Tyr laughed nervously. "You might as well wipe that confused look from your face. We both know you're smarter than that. Anything sent out onto the internet can be monitored and watched." The hybrid sat back, attempting to relax some.

Nodding almost before he had finished talking, "Of course, of course." Azure orbs looked Tyler in his own eyes. "Torture is not just about pain. Intelligent though you may be," Tyr lifted one finger to pointed towards Tyler's forehead "There are minds in this world that could rip the information they seek from your head with the ease you would pull a tissue from a box."

The hybrid exhaled and stood, motioning for Tyler to do so as well. "We will have to continue this at a more secure location." Tyr said calmly, pulling a Beretta from the back of his jeans and lifting it just as three men came in through the front door, submachine guns waving about until they located the two of them. "That one needs to be taken alive!" One man shouted, pointing at Tyler. The others needed no further direction as they began mowing down all others.

Tyr threw his chair at them, firing off three rounds that weren't expected to hit as he flipped the table up and, using it as a shield, stepped in front of Tyler to cover him. He took satisfaction from hearing a grunt and knowing the chair had connected with at least one of them.

[Tyrant Creed]

Tyr moved his gun around the edge of the table, firing off two shots to send the men diving for cover so he could peek around the edge and fire more accurately, hitting one man in the fleshy part of his thigh. The hybrid clenched his teeth. A lot of people were dying. But hey, this was an internet cafe. The cover story would most likely be something along the lines of 'Crazy World of Warcraft shoots up his favorite internet cafe after losing in some online match'.

"Is there a back way out of here?" The hybrid asked Tyler, firing a couple more shots to by them some time. This was fast turning into the clusterfuck of all nightmares. "If there is, take it!" Tyr shouted at the man, firing his last bullet and redecorating the cafe's walls with one man's brains.

How he longed to use his power to simply crush them! But his father had explicitly said that one could not keep covering up the swath of destruction Tyr's might unbared left for long. When a fireball exploded against the hybrid's makeshift shield, Tyr knew the assailants were under no such limits.

As the hybrid tossed the burnt peices of kindling aside, one of the larger of the two remaining men stepped forward and shuddered as he changed, sprouted horns, fast reverting to his minotaur form and charging towards the still prone Tyr while the second readied another fireball. If things had been bad before, they had just gotten worse.