The wind howled and shrieked as if though the very force of nature was rebelling against its constraints. All around, the ground was covered with a fine ash spread too evenly and far too calm to be of a natural sort. The stars seemed to twinkle a tad less brightly, as the individual, covered from head to toe in heavy robes, made his way into the clearing. Seemingly awed by the newcomer’s presence, the wind ceased immediately, only to be replace by an even more unearthly howl, seemingly from the bowels of the underworld. Slowly pulling a ritualistic dagger from one of the many folds in his robe, the individual began chanting in a slow sonorous language, understood by only an elite few. Drawing the dagger across his wrist, the individual let the droplets of blood fall into a circle around him, which he promptly knelt down in. Pulling back his hood to reveal a face unravaged by age and eyes possessing of a keen intellect, the individual closed his eyes for a moment, focusing his strength for the ordeal to follow. Slowly opening his eyes, he began drawing a geometric pattern in the ash in front of him with the tip of the dagger. Slowly increasing the volume of his chants, the pattern began to glow like hellfire.

Since humanities birth, dark things have lurked amongst the humans. Things that are evil and powerful beyond imagination. Vampires, werewolves, magi, demon, all are real and plotting the destruction of man and each other. There was once a time when these things stood in the open and demonstrated their powers for all to see. Soon their internal conflicts grew too great, and they were splintered. Vampire against loup-garou, loup-garou against magi, magi against vampire, and each against themselves. They fled into the crack of society, where they could not be found or removed. For millenium, they have controlled human society and culture, for none amongst mortal men have been strong enough to remove them their crevices. That is, until now….

Suddenly, a high-powered beam of energy shot through the woods and slammed itself into the individuals back, blasting straight through his chest. The beam was followed by several others, and soon the individual fell forward, the life gone from his feeble body, as the winds rose again and swept away the ashes. However, the rune still glowed, even as it lacked physical substance, growing in size until it burst open in a doorway of glowing energy, approximately ten feet high, from which stepped a thing which could only be called a demon.

Enter the Agency for the Tracking and Annihilation of Supernatural Entities, ATASE for short. Consisting of the best and brightest of the American military forces combined with skilled individuals who have had first-hand encounters with the supernatural menace and equipped with the highest levels of weapon’s technology found anywhere on the planet, they sought to wipe out every last supernatural being in existance.

"Damnit! We didn’t stop the summoning in time! Smithson, get the Commander on the phone, ASAP!" yelled out the enraged Lieutenant McGraf, still holding the state of the art plasma sniper rifle, specially created for use against the living dead, but proven equally effective against the just living.

The startled Smithson, the rookie of the mission, quickly averted his eyes from the spectacle that was being played out in the clearing and set to work calling up the Commander on the most advanced display of wireless communication in the nation. With the phone on the other end ringing, Smithson quickly handed the receiver to McGraf. Speaking into the receiver with his usual clipped speech, McGraf seemed almost to yell, "We need heavy support here and now! We have a class IV type J7 Trans-world entity on our hands…. Those are the ones with deflective shielding. I recommend an aerial strike…. Sending the coordinates now," with which McGraf pressed a few buttons, sending the data directly to the strike crews, before turning to address his men, "Alright, we have a small problem on our hands. We have ourselves a nice Judeo-Christian devil on our hands and air support isn’t due for another fifteen minutes. We have to keep it down until then. Galloway, you are the one who can punch through this things protection, so you need to keep hammering away at it. The rest of you, aim at the surroundings, use the forest to your advantage. Any questions? Good, let’s go!"

The demon looked around the clearing that he had just entered. It was a nice world, full of life for him to slay and justice for him to crush. He could feel the pulse of the land, the mystical energy that had opened the portal, and… something else in the distance. Sentient life, the demon finally decided and headed off in that direction. It could sense their aggressive intent, but paid it no head, their weapons could not possibly harm the demon, for goodness sake. It was then that the first tree fell onto the ten foot tall demon’s head, forcing it to widen its eyes in pain. Then the glowing orange beam, about two feet in radius, smacked into its chest, knocking it back a good distance. The demon, enraged at this point, began focusing its mystical energy, when another tree fell onto it. This continued for quite some time, with the demon unable to properly respond the viscous assaults. It was then the strange whistling was heard. A few shorts moments later, the area surrounding the demon for fifty yards was reduced to a smoking whole into the ground, with the demon reduced to a particularly dark spot on the bowl.