The sunset, blackness encased the deserts of Israel like the shadowy hands of the angel of death, his face was the dull bone colored moon casting its gaze over the seas of sand. The grains of ancient rock shifted in the wind causing small whirlwinds, empty and lifeless were this area, not even the scurry of a mouse penetrated the void until the eerie cry of a raven, like the laughter of a demon. It squawked like a buzzard, circling Tenjin as he walked slowly down a hill of sand with blood trickling down his chin from his mouth. The blood splashed onto his bare pale chest slowly running across his stomach and chest muscles. The air was freezing and bit at his flesh like wolves but he smiled at the pain, the blood of a farmer and his family fed him, making him strong. His crimson eyes glistened and his long black mane flowed like a river to the shoulders. A full length overcoat fluttered and rose when the wind went from simple whisper to a powerful howl. His leather pants fit snug and shined in the low lunar light and his bots clanked like the sounds of dragging chains. His face was painted like a ghoul and black tears were drawn in a single line down his face. Across his back two katanas crossed each other forming an X letting of a low rattle as he walked coupled with the sound of guns along his waist and knives lining inside his overcoat. A blood covered sawed off shotgun was clenched in his right fist and it rested on his shoulder, the barrel staring at the midnight sky. Making his way to an abandoned underground bunker located in the heart of the desert only visible was a concrete building only the size of a small house. Inside the hollow construction was a small brass colored door laying flat against the ground. Raising the metal bar the ebony bird perched on his shoulder as he descended the forty foot drop in a single bound. Inside the hollow catacombs were complete and utter darkness but Tenjin could see perfectly, to him it was as bright as day.
The low rumble of his boots filled his vicinity and he made his way through the empty halls until stopping inside a large open area appearing to be an old cafeteria still tables covered the tile floor and large thick pillars rose to meet the twenty foot ceiling. His comrade the raven took flight and perched high above along a metal beam and settled itself to watch his vampiric friend battle two enemies he has meet before, one calling himself his ally. Slowly the trio gathered and without haste Tenjin opened fire at Platinum Warrior with his shotgun letting loss a flurry of steel pellets. He fired three times before sending a mass at his other enemy. The mechanical fiend known as Warsman, tossing the empty gun to the left he reached to his waist and pulled from black leather holsters two 1911 pistols and leaped towards the nearest pillar and pressed himself up against it without falling. Tenjin was defying gravity and stuck to the cement column like a spider but only used his feet and faced his enemies with his pistols aimed
“I love the scenery, fitting, it reminds me of a poem.” A demonic laughed echoed as he chuckled like a madman. “Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before” He continued to laugh, his ghoulish face gave off the last bit of humanity left in him. Tenjin literally flew upwards and stood upside down and walked along the ceiling laughing as he recited his favorite poem “But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, and the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" He began to fire his handguns at both his opponents from the darkness above launching vibranium dipped bullets at his enemies with extreme precision.