It was the perfect night for terror and bloodshed. For this night, the full moon wasn't silvery and beautiful, no. Tonight, that mystical orb in the sky was blood-red, it was almost like a sign of a doomsday. One would easily imagine that it would start to bleed from the heaven, drowning the world below with the red nectar of life. This wasn't the case, however, but it still yearned to witness blood being spilled, kind of like a sacrifice, so it wouldn't do any harm for the feeble world. Some people feared the strange coat of their beloved Luna, and some celebrated it. In the end, it didn't matter which side you were on. The moon would remain red in this quiet night.

There was one man who felt twisted kind of joy under the red light of the moon. The silhouette of his tall figure was delineated against the crimson canvas of the great sphere as he was standing at the top of a multistorey. Sin Vulpes was his name. And there he stood, in his green coat like a devil, his steel gray eyes gazing at the town beneath, a town that never truly slept, for there was always people like him, those who would roam the place during nighttime, hiding their dark secrets in the shadows. He was smoking a cigarette, the smoke of it intertwining around him like a hazy veil. One of his feet was near the edge of the roof, he was wearing a wide grin on his face as he was staring at the town from above. Such a beautiful night to kill, such thoughts had invaded his mind. The red moon stirred bloodlust within his sick and wicked soul, empowering him, blessing him with its crimson illumination. He could feel the strength of the moon coursing through his veins, making him thrilled. He was ready – ready to hunt again. He already had a target. Sin Vulpes jumped off the roof, made few odd signs with his hands, and glided down to the ground surprisingly gracefully. Looks were deceiving, for he was one of the rare people who could still use magic, even though he didn't look like that at all. It was a quite useful tool, especially for a mercenary like him. As he made contact with the ground, he inhaled the town's air into his lungs, then exhaling and did few stretches. It was time to seek out his prey. Without prolonging his mission any longer, he began to navigate through the streets, the thrill of the hunt taking over him.

Although the skies were clear at that moment, there had been some slight rain few hours ago. It had left the ground soaked and had formed puddles everywhere. These small wet patches were reflecting the lights of the night town, especially those of the crackling neon signs of the bars that welcomed nightly visitors. As Sin Vulpes was lightly rushing through the alleys and streets, occasionally he would splash water after stepping into the puddles. He was running through the poorest district of Olden Shadow Town, where the hapless families and junkies resided. But during such late hour, most people were indoors, except some drunkards that were either going in to the cheap bars or coming out of them, being so strongly intoxicated that it was uncertain what their fates could be, would they find their way back home or not. Sin Vulpes hated drunkards, even though he was a regular customer to few bars himself. But he would never drink too much while out in public. However, tonight he had to brace himself because his target of the day could possibly be found from a specific bar around this area. If that was true, this mission wouldn't take long. Excited, he fastened his pace.

Like a hound from hell, he sought after his prey, mind clouded by bloodlust. In this wretched part of the town, there wasn't that many places to check, but he couldn't find the person he was looking for from the two first bars he inspected. However, third time is the charm, as they say. Through the filthiest streets and alleys overpopulated by rats, Sin Vulpes found his way to one of the most disgusting bars he had ever stepped in, making him wonder why anyone would set their foot in that place voluntarily, but maybe, in a way, it was only fitting for being located in this area. The place smelled like feces and all the tables were dirty and the only thing illuminating that shit hole was a flickering lamp hanging in the ceiling. That made it a little troublesome to find and identify anyone, but since there wasn't that many people around and Sin Vulpes had a crystal-clear image of his target in his head, he soon spotted the individual he was looking for. 

The target was a demon, a lesser one of his kind, as a sign of it he had small horns. This one was quite short and obese, his face resembling a hog with many abscesses sticking out of his ugly head. He was focusing on eating something gross that probably wasn't even food, messing the filthy counter even more as his snout was bathing in the bowl. Due to his humongous appetite, he hadn't yet noticed Sin Vulpes approaching him. The mercenary walked to him with slow and steady pace, and when he was standing right behind the demon, he pulled out his gun, pressing its barrel against the demon's neck. He stopped gobbling up his sickening meal immediately.

“That will be the last thing you eat”, Sin Vulpes muttered quietly, almost frighteningly softly into the demon's ear. He could barely contain his thrill.

The hog-face was completely frozen for a second. Then he squeaked, screaming like a pig, and with surprising agility he got onto his stumpy feet and started waddling towards the bar's door in panic. Amused, Sin Vulpes let this happen, watching intently the going of this disgusting creature. Of course, there had to be some fun in hunting, so he allowed the demon to have a bit of lead. He waited for a brief moment, then rushing out of the bar, going after his target. Now, the hunt had truly begun.

It was easy for Sin Vulpes to tell where his target had fled to because of the clacking noise of the cloven hooves echoing in the alleys, as well as the sound of squelching as the creature ran through the puddles. The mercenary had a wide grin on his face, it was the smile of a madman, he was a dangerous being indeed. The demon knew that and was running desperately for his life, even though it was futile. But in a state of utter despondency, you just had to try. In that moment, the demon was nothing but a fly in the mercenary's web, struggling all it could, but in vain. The poor bastard was wheezing as he was out of breath, it was clear that his body wasn't suitable for running. But knowing that the man with a gun was behind him gave him strength to keep going.

Until he came to the dead end. His time was up. He had made a fatal mistake. His last mistake.

The demon was trapped in the narrow alley, facing a concrete wall that stood in his way, unrelenting, not allowing him to run any further. The creature turned around, hoping that he could still slip away from the mercenary, but the man in green was already there, blocking his way. 

“Here piggy, piggy, piggy”, the man taunted his target, and in the demon's ears it was an ominous chant, a sign of impending death.

The hog-face was quivering in fear, letting out a miserable squeak, falling on his knees. He could do nothing but pray.

“Please!” the demon begged. “Don't kill me! I'll do anything!”

But the man only laughed at his despair, he found it to be quite amusing.

“That's not how this works, piggy”, Sin Vulpes said with a grin on his face, pointing his gun at his target. “Here's the thing: you have pissed off somebody and now they want you dead. I'm here just to get the deed done. This is nothing personal, just business.”

The demon cried out, shaking his ugly head in disbelief. And oh, how Sin Vulpes liked to see him squirm like that, in utter defeat, only a moment away from his death. It was up to him to decide when that time would come. But first, he wanted to have some fun.

The man pulled the trigger of his gun, shooting the demon to his arm, purposely aiming at a part of his body where nothing vital was located. The demon let out a scream as the bullet infiltrated his flesh. However, he had no idea what kind of suffering this one bullet would cause. It wasn't a regular bullet; it was actually a magic projectile. And on this night of the blood-red moon, Sin Vulpes was able to perform dark and terrifying magic; you could call it a curse of the moon. From the shot wound the pain would spread across the demon's body like a strong poison, starting to ache in every part of his figure, the intensity of it just growing and growing. The hog-face had never felt such agony before, his screams of pain echoing in the alleys of that part of the town where nobody will save you. It felt like that his blood was boiling, burning his organs and scorching every part of his body. He fell down to the wet ground, rolling over as if that would help to put out the flames burning inside of him. And all this time, Sin Vulpes was watching, grinning, getting some sadistic amusement out of the demon's horrible experience in front of him, enjoying every bit of this torture.

For the poor demon, that agonizing moment lasted way too long. But to his relief, the scorching and boiling feeling in his body subsided eventually. He still laid on the ground, whimpering like a pathetic abandoned puppy, taking heavy breaths. The mercenary allowed him to have this moment. He walked towards the demon, and was soon standing next to him. The magic bullet had left the hog-face vulnerable, so he didn't really react to the presence of the man. Then, Sin Vulpes placed his foot on the top of the demon's head, starting to crush it against the asphalt. Another scream left the being's mouth and he began to wriggle. The mercenary responded by shooting few shots from his gun, hitting various parts of the demon's body. However, this time they didn't inflict that unbearable burning feeling, but still, they were painful. Blood was staining the body of the demon, his will to fight departing along with the red fluid. Cries could still be heard. Sin Vulpes served one more crushing blow to the hog-face's head before he decided that the curtain shall fall.

The man lifted the demon's little, although fat body from the ground, pushing the being against the cold brick wall, and somehow, the demon still managed to stay on his wobbly feet. But due to the head trauma, he wasn't really aware of what was happening. Sin Vulpes placed the barrel of his gun inside the demon's mouth.

“Good night”, the man muttered softly.

Then he pulled the trigger one last time.

This time, he shot a huge blast from his weapon, a flare of blue and yellow was brought to cause demise, its force so powerful it blasted the demon's head off. In that isolated little alley, a rain of blood got called upon, and Sin Vulpes shifted his gaze above him, the red droplets staining his face and clothes. He laughed a little, it was the laughter of a madman, and he was basking at the light of the red moon. Tonight, the blood had been spilled, a sacrifice for the Luna had been done. Yet another life taken by the man with the powers granted by the moon. 

It was slightly hard for him to calm down under the blood-red orb, for it stirred madness, but Sin Vulpes managed, eventually, and gave one last glance at the result of his work. He kicked the corpse of the demon, having no respect for the deceased, then began to walk away, the deed now done. He disappeared into the night of Olden Shadow Town, until the time when his services would be needed again.