In an abandoned alley, a young pair of lovers were walking along, talking to each other, when they suddenly found themselves cornered by a group of thugs, armed with knives and bats.
"P-please leave us alone," the man said, backed aganst the wall and hugging his girlfriend as much as she was hugging him.
"Too late for that, buddy," one of them said. "You shouldn'tve come through here if you wanted to stay ali..."
"YOU... ARE... GUILTY."
The mugger turned around... and started laughing at the sight.
A strange masked character stood in place, looking slightly like something out of a dark comic book.
"Yeah, we're guilty," the thug said, stepping towards the figure in overconfidence. "You chose the wrong night to try to be a hero, freakazoid."
The thug raised a long piece of pipe over his head.
"Let's see what color you bleeGACK!!"
The figure grabbed its would-be killer by the throat and lifted him off the ground.
"YOU ARE EVIL... MERCILESS... BLACK-HEARTED..."
The figure's eyes started glowing brightly.
"AND FOR THAT..."
It drew a demonic sword as the hand holding the thug started glowing brighter and began tightening.
"YOU SHALL BE PUNISHED."
The thing touched the tip of its sword to the thug's forehead and the fire of a million suns surged into the crook's body.
"AAAGGHH!" the man screamed. He glowed brighter and brighter until, finally, he evaporated into nothingness.
The other thugs hesitrated for a moment, then ran right at the figure.
The battle was short.
Picking up one of the knives and sticking it within its robes, the figure approached the cowering teens, stepping over the mutilated remains of the thugs.
"YOU TWO, HOWEVER, ARE INNOCENT," the figure said.
"Thank you sir," the girl said as she and her boyfriend got up. "How can we thank yo..."
"DON'T TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS," the figure said.
"Okay," the girl said, "we promi-"
"GOOD. NOW GO," the figure said. It could feel the sword trembling in its hand.
"We will, sir, but we just want to know if-"
"GO."
"But-"
"I ACCEPT YOUR THANKS. BUT SERIOUSLY, PLEASE CONTINUE YOUR WALK NOW."
"Umm... okay," the girl said. "Thanks again!"
With that, the couple strode off into the night.
The sword jumped from the figure's hand and balanced on the ground.
What was that?! the sword said quietly. You let them get away!
"They were innocent, Dragomir!" Matthias said, peeling off his mask. "We don't kill the innocent!"
Come on, man! the sword said, hopping along behind him. What's so wrong about it?
"Hmm, let me think," Matthias said sarcastically, burning the symbols needed to call his mount into the sidewalk. "Perhaps... EVERYTHING?!?"
Sheesh, what's wrong with you, man? Dragomir said, glancing over Matthias's left shoulder while the feline drew the symbols. The last guy who owned me, he didn't hold back. He blazed right on through, no stop.
"Thank you again for reminding me- AGAIN- of your former master," Matthias said. "You know why he was fired? Because of that exact reason!"
Yeah, but at least he never got hurt, Dragomir said. Speaking of which, you might want to go find some bandages. The sword knocked its hilt into Matthias's shoulder, causing him to seize up in pain.
"Darn it!" the feline said, rubbing his injury. "Why do I always get hurt in the exact same place?!"
'Cause you're stupid...
"SHUT UP!"
Okay, okay, don't get your whiskers all tangled up, the sabre said. I'll just go back to my room...
The sword hopped into its sheath.
YAAAAAAAAWN... Wake me when we're back in Hell, Dragomir said. Can't wait to see Rush Linbaugh and Fat Elvis Jesus...
Matthias rolled his eyes. "One would think he'd have forgotten about that discussion by now..."
"I see that nothing has changed between you and Dragomir..."
The young-looking Keeper turned around and looked into the eyes of his horse.
"Is it that easy to realize, Redtail?" Matthias said, staring at the long-tailed, chain-covered, horned red stallion.
"I've worked with Dragomir for a long time," the wise horse said. "He's hard to get used to, but you'll warm up to him." The demonic steed stooped to allow Matthias on. "Now let's go back to Hell and get you patched up," he said.
The keeper climbed on the horse's back and put his mask back on.
"Okay, I'm ready," the feline said, holding onto a chain that acted as a rein of sorts... not that it was needed.
"Here we go!" Redtail said.
The horse jumped onto a nearby rooftop and started galloping across the cityscape.