Culiacan. El Caidos' home. There was no doubt that he has turned a blind eye for far too long to the ugly side of it. The cartel runs rampant, hell one could say they run this entire city, but they had never gotten to El Caidos. Even when it seemed profitable to them, they never approached him. He had far too many connections in a past life for them to know better. He was protected. And yet now, under the noses of all those keeping watchful eye, someone has stolen his identity, his very name he himself wishes to reclaim. Was this his ultimate test? Bring justice back to these streets in the only way he knew how. These thoughts run through his mind, perched high on top of the chapel overlooking his neighborhood. The construction of his new gym off in the distance, he could feel the pulse of the streets. They cried out for him, they cry out in fear for the false persona. He slides his bandana over his face, his hood up over his head once more.
He stands tall and falls from the top of the chapel, his wings spreading out as he floats to the ground into the shadows, his eyes glowing red as he watches four men standing on the corner, each with variations of the El Califa mask. He stalks in the shadows, reaching closer to the men. He reaches out and drags one into the shadows, the sound of a minor struggle can be heard before there is silence again, the other three men oblivious to their missing compadre. Suddenly a bloody mask falls in front of them, their eyes growing wide in fear as El Caidos' roar can be heard echoing throughout the block.
Thug: El Cadejo! El Cadejo!
The screaming man notices the red glowing eyes in the shadows, and immediately takes off running. Before the remaining two men can react El Caidos leaps out from the shadows, a feral growl emanating from him as he tears the two men apart, claws flashing through the air and soon two more masks are removed. El Caidos stands slowly, holding the two masks up before ripping them to shreds. The escaping thug looks back, ripping his mask off and throwing it down as El Caidos lifts his claw up, blood dripping from it slowly. His appearance suddenly shifts, disappearing into the darkness once more before appearing in front of the thug, slamming down hard to the ground, strangling him with one claw, the razor sharp talons digging just slightly into his skin as he stares right through him.
El Caidos: Tell him who leads this group.
Thug: El Cadejo p.p....p.please don't kill me. I can change. I swear.
El Caidos: El Cadejo? Why do you call him so?
Thug: A monster who stalks at midnight. With fiery red eyes. He tears apart the wicked and defends the good hearted. I'm sorry El Cadejo! I'll do better I swear!
El Caidos slams the man's head into the ground, cracking the ground underneath as he growls in anger.
El Caidos: El Cadejo it is then. He does not want to hear your please or excuses! He knows what this gang does, the women you have kidnapped have had their lives torn from them! And what gives you any hope that he would forgive such grave sins!
Thug: L....l...listen man! I can tell you where to find one of the gang hideouts. You can find more info there, just let me go.
El Caidos: Then start talking!
El Caidos roars loudly in the mans face, his claw digging deeper into the man's neck. The man yells out in pain, breathing heavily as he struggles against the claw's grip.
Thug: F...four blocks south. There's a big warehouse where they keep the women until they're ready for transport. One of the main enforcers runs that place. But he's got like 40 locos working for him at all times.
El Caidos looks south for a moment before nodding his head. He releases his grip and let's the man stand up, who holds his hand to his throat. He looks at El Caidos who has turned his back to him. The thug grits his teeth and tries to punch Caidos in the back of the head but El Caidos spins around him, grabbing him and throwing him head first into the wall behind them. The man crumples to the ground as Caidos suddenly takes flight, his wings appearing as he takes off into the sky as the scene fades away.
It returns to on top of the Aztec pyramid, the fire roaring high into the sky as the Shaman sits in front of it, holding the El Caidos mask in one hand, and the El Califa mask in the other. He watches the damage done to the El Califa mask slowly mending itself before taking a puff from his long pipe. He exhales slowly, the image of El Caidos stalking through the shadows going towards the warehouse, scoping out the guards.
Shaman: So The Fallen has found his purpose. Perhaps there is hope for the Caliph of Dragons to be restored.
The shaman lifts the two masks up high into the sky, but the eyes in the El Caidos mask begins glowing red angrily to the chagrin of the shaman.
Shaman: There shall be a war for his soul, the darkness shall not leave him so easily.
The scene fades back to El Caidos, standing behind some large pipes as he watches the large masked man watching over the ledge of the warehouse. He moves swiftly and before the masked man can react Caidos delivers a roundhouse kick, knocking the man off the ledge before flipping off the same ledge and falling to the lower level of the roof, landing directly on the masked man, knocking him out. He quickly moves over to a window, peering in silently. Dozens of young women sit in the center of the warehouse, tied up, and huddled together. Tear stream down their fear filled eyes while multiple masked guards stand tall over them, their arms crossed. Two exits, one to the east and one to the west. El Caidos counts ten men on the main floor, with an unknown number walking the rafters and stairwells above. Caidos slowly slides the window open, when suddenly running steps can be heard behind him. He turns and takes a straight right to the face, sending him through the window and careening to the floor. Glass shatters down onto the women, who cry out in fear and lower their heads from the glass. Caidos reaches out desperately, his claw grabbing the railing just above the ground floor, his body swinging wildly into the wall next to him before dropping to the floor.
???: El Cadejo. A monster that shreds the evil and protects the saintly. What gives you the right to judge people as so?
El Caidos: He is the one that will set things right.
???: Is that so? Well the old legends say it was a howling wolf that would confront the sinners. Pray tell me then, why does a lowly lizard slink it's way into my own den?!
El Caidos looks around for the source of the voice, suddenly a large man walks to the center of the floor, the women immediately scrambling to the corners as the flicker light shines down on the man. El Caidos holds his right arm as he stands, walking up to the man who wears an exact replica of the El Califa mask. El Caidos roars loudly, anger rising up through him as his eyes glow a bright red.
El Caidos:He knew he recognized that voice. DeLeon! Of course you would disgrace the name of El Califa!
DeLeon laughs as he reaches up and removes the El Califa mask, tossing it away, revealing his face. He shrugs as he motions for his henchmen to surround El Caidos. El Caidos looks around, wincing at his arm that has not moved since his crash landing. He turns back to DeLeon, roaring once more.
El Caidos: He knew you were scum DeLeon, but trafficking women? He thought he at least taught you more respect then this!
DeLeon: I'll put it bluntly "El Cadejo", I don't give a damn about anyone else but me. Do you know what I went through after you and your sugar daddy kicked me out of the gym? Yeah, I know who's really financing that shiny new gym of yours. Shame it'll meet the same fate as the last one.
El Caidos: You....
El Caidos forms a fist with his left hand, ready to strike but DeLeon waves him off.
DeLeon: Relax, it wasn't me that burned your precious gym down, but it certainly brought a smile to my face. No, I had bigger plans in place. You see, I was approached with this opportunity. And who could say no? More money than I'll ever need, and a chance to ruin my former maestro's name. A perfect plan if I do say so. None of that matters to you though. You didn't give a fuck what I did after I left. You left me to die in these streets. But, your training did lead me to this unique opportunity as it was put forward for me. So now I serve the true El Califa, the one that everyone knows has always existed!
El Caidos: The real El Califa? What the hell are you talking about DeLeon?
DeLeon laughs as he unfurls his arms, taking a fighting stance, which forces Caidos back into a defensive stance.
DeLeon: That's for me to know, and for you to go to the grave not knowing!
The henchmen suddenly strike, launching themselves at El Caidos who knocks them back one at a time, though he continues taking damage, three grab hold of him as he kicks forward towards DeLeon. DeLeon catches his leg, forcing El Caidos to go for a flash kick. He flips away but DeLeon grabs him mid air, slamming him down on his immobile right arm. El Caidos roars out in pain as the henchmen converge on him, kicking all over as El Caidos can only hope to cover up. DeLeon picks up a large pipe and grins, spinning it in his hand as he walks over to El Caidos.
DeLeon: I've been waiting for this moment for so long.
DeLeon suddenly swings down, cracking the pipe against El Caidos' head, knocking him out as the red glow in his eyes go out. DeLeon lifts the pipe up and slams it down again, blood pouring down the exposed head of El Caidos. He lifts it up once more when his phone suddenly rings. He lowers the pipe and answers his phoen.
DeLeon: We got him boss. You want me to finish him? What? But he's ours to bury right now!
DeLeon sighs as he throws the pipe across the room, the women still shaking in fear at the sight they just saw. El Caidos slowly regains consciousness as he looks forward, suddenly seeing Katianna in the group of women. His eyes go wide as Katianna tries to reach out for him when DeLeon suddenly stomps down on El Caidos' head as he grins over at Katianna who pulls her arm back.
DeLeon: Lucky you El Cadejo, boss says we don't get to put you down like the rabid dog you are tonight. Get this piece of shit out of my sight.
El Caidos tries to reach out towards to Katianna one more time before falling unconscious once more as the masked henchmen lift Caidos up as the scene fades away. It returns to an alleyway in Culiacan, El Caidos face down in a puddle of blood as a rat scurries past him. El Caidos awakens, slowly rolling over and staring up at the night sky. Suddenly a familiar face appears above him.
Ty: El Cadejo huh?
El Caidos: Yeah, he guesses so.
Ty: How many names do you need anyway?
El Caidos: Three for now, though he's lucky you did not have to pick one for his gravestone tonight.
El Caidos slowly sits up, holding his head that is completely covered in blood. Ty reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out a rag, holding it to El Caidos who begins cleaning the blood off slowly. Ty paces back and forth, his arms crossed.
El Caidos: What are you doing here anyway Demonio?
Ty: To be quite frank, Ian asked me to come check on the progress of the construction. Appears there was some issues that had come up with the local government, or cartel I suppose. Something about made up licenses and what not. I believe we cleared that up rather swiftly if you catch my drift. And something interesting happened. While stopping for some food, I kept hearing about the appearance of El Cadejo, the hound with fiery red eyes that defended the innocent and destroyed those he deemed evil. Pray tell Caidos, how many people do you know with fiery red eyes?
El Caidos: So my actions precede me.
Ty: Want to tell me what this is all about Caidos? Is this what you meant by helping Culiacan?
Ty holds his hand out to his fellow Phantom of Chaos, helping him to his feet. Caidos lowers his head, gazing at the blood soaked rag in his hand. He grips it tightly in his claw, gritting his teeth.
El Caidos: Katianna. They have her Ty.
Ty: I'm sorry, I must be missing the entire story. Who is they?
El Caidos slowly reaches into his jacket, withdrawing a similar looking El Califa mask.
El Caidos: El Califa. They are El Califa.
Ty shakes his head, confusion spreading over his face.
Ty: Wrong. You are El Califa, where is this all coming from?
El Caidos: Someone took my name and is now using it for their own ill gotten gains.
Ty: Then where is this fake El Califa at? The Phantoms will take care of him no problem.
El Caidos shakes his head as he tosses the rag aside. He looks right at Ty, his eyes now glowing red as his El Caidos mask forms around his face, his fangs protruding out and his serpent like tongue snaking out.
El Caidos: This is something he must do alone Demonio.
Ty: Bullshit. What did I tell you? You are a part of my family. You're not the only one with connections in the underground. I'll return home and dig up some info on this so called El Califa. You will have your revenge El Caidos, I assure you.
El Caidos nods his head as Ty turns and melts into the shadows, El Caidos looks up at the sky, his mind flashing back to the warehouse as Katianna reached out for him, whispering something to him at the same time.
Katianna: Club Lagartos. Find me there.
El Caidos shakes his head as he looks towards the harbor, the glistening lights of downtown beckoning for the dragon masked in shadows.
El Caidos: He is coming Katianna.
El Caidos suddenly takes flight into the air as the scene fades away, the mask of El Califa and the mask of El Caidos side by side, the El Califa mask slowly burning away as the El Caidos mask disappears into the darkness.