12th Century, somewhere in Greece.
Loud sounds of chanting echoed throughout the dark wilderness, on a small green expanse, seven men were gathered in a circle. Their swords pointed downwards as they awaited for something unknown.
In the center laid a dark skinned woman, she had filthy black hair which cascaded down to her body.
Her eyes turned pure white as her head shot up, as she entered in a trance. A yellowish-orange circle formed around her which slowly crept up to the seven men.
The flames empowered the swords of the men as their heads shot up too, their grips on their swords tightened as their sclera turned pitch black.
This continued for a while as the darkness slowly faded from their eyes. The witch's head slowly lowered as her breath hitched, her skin turned pale as she slightly huffed.
"I–I have imbued you with powers beyond your imagination….." She spoke softly, her breath wavered as she slowly swayed side to side.
"Your mission—your mission is to hunt down all the supernatural. You are The Dēcapitāre, The Reapers, The Grimm."
She said slowly, her eyes dropped as she fell to the ground with a loud thump.
"..."
1998, Kansas City, Kansas
Lucas walked through one of the various alleys present in Kansas, it was a beautiful city for sure. But some parts were riddled with crime, for example Topeka.
It wasn't a pretty place for those of weak heart, crime was rampant. Downtown was the worst, and regretfully that was where he was living. It was a good day for him though, he made 20 dollars, a complete oddity for orphans.
"And Lucas Parker survives yet another day in hell." He muttered softly to himself as a smile rested upon his face.
With this, he might be able to get some cheap noodles from the gas station and a few bars of chocolate.
He was awfully frail and malnourished but somehow he was strong, not mind numblingly strong, but just enough that everyone steered clear from him. But today was not his day.
With a soft hum, a steel pipe hit the back of his leg causing him to tumble. This might've broke a normal persons bone, but for some reason Lucas was different.
He was stronger than an average adult, healed faster than most and was able to take quite a lot of hits before falling.
Lucas let out a painful grunt as he forced himself to flip over, his body faced the concrete as he looked at his attackers.
Three men, two had metal pipes while another held a crowbar. Their hair was filthy and littered with dirt, their teeth were uncomfortably yellow as they let out a toothy grin which made Lucas inwardly wretch.
"Lucas boy, I heard you made quite a lot today, and you didn't even think of sharing it with your seniors." One of the men—Timothy said.
"Oh dear Timothy, my memory about it was completely devoured by that black hole of yours that you call teeth." Lucas said in a cheeky smile.
Timothy let a low growl as the pipe in his hand struck up causing Lucas to collapse deeper into the ground. He crouched up in a daze as he glanced at them in a fit of rage.
His hands clenched the asphalt road beneath him as he let out a growl. 'I could've taken them on if it wasn't for those steel pipes.' Lucas voiced in his mind as he glanced at the weapons.
"You see, normally I wouldn't even come ten foot near you, but today we have this. No matter how abnormally strong you are, I don't think you can shrugg off a pipe to the head.
"Now be a lamb and tell us where you hide your stash. We both know you have one." His tone held a bit of pep to it as he circled him.
The Stash—it was a bunch of money Lucas had been saving up to finally escape this hellhole, 10% of all the money he made was carefully put in it. Currently, he had accumulated close to three thousand dollars, there was no way he was giving his hard earned money to these idiots.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about." Lucas said with a deep smile.
Timothy rolled his eyes, "Tommy boy, give Lucas a little jog in his memory." He told one of his goons who held the crowbar.
Tommy walked up to Lucas as he twirled the crowbar in his hand, with a loud strike, he drove the crowbar deep into Lucas's chest, caving a portion of it in.
A ball of saliva and blood launched from his mouth as Lucas's eyes widened with pain, his hands held his stomach as he let out a few spits of blood here and there.
His body curled up as a measure of self defence as the trio whaled attacks onto his figure.
"You see, you might be far more intelligent than kids your age, stronger too. But in the end, you are six, and I'm sure you fear death. So give us the location of your stash, or you'll suffer for hours."
He said with a dangerous glint in his eyes, Timothy's grip on his pipe tightened before he smacked it against Lucas's cheek, causing one of his teeth to fly out.
Lucas let out laboured pants as his fingers twisted back, revealing one huge middle finger, "Fu–fuck you." He said painfully as another one of Timothy's strikes hit his body.
His vision doubled as he weakly tried to crawl away, as long as he made it out of the alleyway. He would be safe, or at least he hoped so.
Timothy smirked slightly, as he looked at Lucas's horrid figure. His fingers reached out and grabbed Lucas's collar as he pulled him away from the edge of the alley.
"He—help" Lucas groaned weakly to a woman who was crossing the alley. It seemed fate still favoured him.
Her footsteps stopped as her head turned to face Lucas, her eyes widened with surprise as her gaze narrowed at him, "Stefan?" She muttered.
Lucas didn't know why, but somehow he heard her from such a long distance. The surprises didn't stop as for a brief moment, Lucas thought he saw her veins pop out from her eyes. He saw her sclera turn black and her pupils red. But it quickly disappeared as soon as it appeared.
Her eyes widened even more as her head slightly tilted, a loud and leisurely voice snapped them from their intense gaze.
"You're a pretty lad, why don't you mind your business and go home. This is between us boys."
Timothy spoke aloud as he danced around the inner edges of the alley, his pipe pointed at the girl.
The woman scoffed before her figure turned into a blur, within a moment three loud snaps rang out from behind him.
Lucas struggled against his body before finally pushing himself back, to face the lady. She had a heart shaped face with a defined bone structure.
A wealth of deep brown curls fell to her shoulders, which was parted to the left. Her deep brown eyes which were shaped like an almond stared at him with curiosity.
"Now who are you?" She asked with a slight pep to her voice.