The roar of a motorbike engine screams down a frozen main road in Hokkaido, Japan, a young man with Crimson red hair with spikes that look like a bird's nest, but somehow not as messy as one sat atop the howling machine, wearing a red leather jacket and black riding pants with multiple belts, beneath black motorcycle goggles are heterochromic eyes, one a fiery yellow and the other a magical purple.
The yellow eye burning beneath one goggle with unnatural fire and the purple eye glowing with a divine shine beneath the other, the young male charging down the street with his abnormal set of wheels, the ride howling at a pitch normal humans can't hear, the dogs in the yards tho, barked loudly at the sound and as if challenging them the male sets his will upon his motorbike causing it to howl louder.
You see, this teenager was on his way to a Lesser Wraith Demon, a draconic looking demon terrorising humans felt by the male in his soul, you see, he could sense demonic activity and the feelings of fear citizens being terrorised felt and his motorcycle, well because of this teen's quarter divine heritage he subjugated a Lesser Speed Demon, forcing it to possess the motorcycle, the demon fully subservient to the boy.
The young man's motorcycle is capable of changing it's look due to the demon being forced to posses it, leaving him free to jump off his self driving set of wheels, nobody in the streets batting an eye, already well used to the site of this unknown male at this point, crimson phoenix wings sprouting from his back magically, his astral armoured fiery robe appearing around him like molten lava, he takes off into the sky.
The back of his hair growing a long fiery flowing hair tail equally as crimson as the rest of his spiky locks, yellow glowing sigils appearing over his crimson coloured astral armour and looking like a tribal aesthetic clothing design, the armour consuming his motorcycle riding clothes including his goggles as his power surges like fire in his eyes as his pupils disappear completely from them.
Character POV
'Well, Phenics Amaterasu, there is yet another demon needing to be slain and yet again you will save the day, tch, these "Visitors" appear every morning when people have seemingly forgotten that demons, fallen angels and eldritch anomalies do in fact exist, it's as if someone keeps wiping their memories, if I find out someone has been doing that and I find them I'm gonna kick their sorry little butt.'
Character POV over
Phenics Amaterasu, a sixteen year old teenager with a quarter angel blood, a quarter human blood and a half Phoenix Spirit blood, known to the people who see him transform every day as Solar Rebirth cause it looks like a sunny glow surrounds him every time before he transforms, they don't know his real identity at all cause by the time his motorcycle slows down every morning he is already transforming.
His demon possessed motorcycle goes so fast yet maneuverably down the street every morning that heatwaves surround it and it's rider making it impossible to see who is riding it unless you have a high spirit power reading yourself so it's safe to say Phenics' identity was mostly safe and unknown to the local population and by the time the set of wheels slows down Phenics is already mid transformation.
The astral armoured robe finishes manifesting around his body and he takes off like a homing missile towards where he feels the demon's presence at, not noticing someone tailing him, he does feel a sudden chill tho even through his fiery magma like armour and inner Phoenix Spirit heat, somehow the cold of Hokkaido is actually getting to him today. "Or someone with icy powers is tailing me." (He finally realises).
"Tch", the sound of annoyance he seemingly makes use of every day comes out of his mouth again as naturally as the breath in his lungs always does, after another minute of flying full speed he finally spots the demon, it's black with brown sigils, identifying it as a "Brown Sigil Black Lesser Wraith Demon", he could have sworn he remembered that even tho they are the weakest of the black ones, well...
Phenics POV
'Tch, why the heck can I never remember what is special about the different sub classes of different classes of demons? I know this one is one of the weakest Lesser Black Wraith Demons, but what?'
Phenics POV over
"Hey ugly! You picked the wrong morning to try and feed off innocent people! Prepare to get incinerated, you freak!"
He says as he suddenly flies even faster than before and before anyone can even blink he'd embedded his fist into the left eye of the demon and flexed his hand inside its eye socket, a fiery explosion erupts from it's eyes, mouth and the holes it uses as ears, Phenics retracts his hand whole demon exploding into showers of fiery sparks, he was gonna fly off to revert to normal, but a bigger demon appeared.
"Where the heck did this Black Goliath Wraith Demon suddenly come from?! Tch, I knew I was forgetting something important when it came to those specific kinds of Lesser Wraith Demon! Here I go I guess!"
"You're not really thinking of taking that one on all alone, are you? You seem to still be the reckless go getter I remember you to be."
Phenics' eyes go wide at the familiar voice chilling him to the core and turn around and when he saw her the hair on his back stood on end, he knew immediately who that emotionless but beautiful voice was.
"No way, Yuki?!"
He exclaims pleasantly surprised yet shook.
"The one and only, we can celebrate our reunion after we take down this thing, shall we, Phenics?"
She asks.
"Yeah, let's, Yuki"
A smirk on his usually annoyed face.
"Let's go."
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