The Midwest Desert

"Ahh!" A distorted voice shrieked as they were thrown through a wall. They tumbled into the beating sun, rolling in the dirt and landing face-up at the sun. The sun pulsed down onto the scared purple-eyed Deimon. "I don't know anything! I swear!" 

A muscular blonde haired man stepped into the sunlight, wincing as his fingers wrapped around the broken wall. The blonde haired man held a trident in his right hand as shadows swirled around him.

"Tell me, Deimon. What happened to the laboratory?" The man's voice was deep. He had sunkissed skin and eyes that reflected the sea. 

"I swear I don't know! W-we were supposed to take over the city but then this heat wave came and—" The Deimon's head flew off and onto the ground, impaled by the three-pronged spear. Calis sighed and walked over to the body and rummaged the Deimons pockets for anything. He found cigarettes, a broken lighter, some burnt cash, and empty wrappers.