"Welcome back to Chasing the Diablo! Sorry we've been gone for a bit, but we had to go on a hiatus due to a random and rather rude cease-and-desist order. But our love of the craft and our love for you made us defiant to the corporate dictators, and we are back on the chase!"
"Now, when those well-dressed bullies stormed our office, they destroyed all of our tracking tech. That is no exaggeration, they literally destroyed it. But our tech genius Tony here, now also our cameraman, was able to find the last drone tracking Cordayl to the outskirts of the Homer region. Now that you are sped up on the situation, let's continue the chase with the actual footage.
"Okay, chasers, here it is." The documenter holds up the drone that is no larger than a cantaloupe. "The last drone tracking the dangerous Diablo. Good to have this back. Fun fact chasers, a dozen of these will eat through a good chunk of an inheritance. Here, Tony."
Handing the drone to Tony, the documenter surveys the land to see nothing but nature. Stumped, the documenter takes out a tablet and opens a map of their location.
"Surveying the data, we can tell Cordayl was still mid-travel to his destination. The question is, where was he going? The only population close to here is about a day's walk away. The only way to reach your goals is to take one step at a time. Let's get a move on chasers."
"Okay, we have finally arrived in the village. Tony stepped away to resupply, so in the meantime, we'll do some solo investigating. Excuse me, young man!"
"First of all, I'm 40." The man responds. "What do you want?"
"Whatever. Anyway, I'm the famous Rock-"
"Never heard of you. What do you want?" the man interrupts him.
The documenter pauses. "Bro, is there a problem?"
"And if there is?" The man checks him.
"I mean, we can settle this like-." The sentence isn't even finished before the two start throwing hands.
The documenter picks up his camera, resuming the video, now with a bruise under his eye. "Well, chasers, that guy had a helluva right hook but no information for us. On to the next one. Excuse me, ma'am!"
"Yes?" The lady answers.
"I'm working on a documentary where we track the Diablo. I was hoping you might have seen him come through here recently."
"Diablo?" The woman asks, confused.
"Yes, the Diablo. Tall, dark skin, long twisted hair. Aura of terror?" The documenter details.
"Oh, you mean Cordayl! Yes, he stopped by the market a few days ago to buy some supplies."
"He was here! And he was stealing! The Diablo is always up to no good."
"No, I said he bought supplies. Him and his rich girlfriend." the lady corrects him.
"His girlfriend?"
"Yes, the number one fighter, Yesseia."
"Yesseia! Interesting, do you know where they stay?"
"No. They just randomly come through to resupply." The woman explains.
"Interesting indeed. Before I go, how is it that you know about Yesseia but don't know about the Diablo?"
"Who?"
"Corda-"
"Hey Cordayl!" The lady shouts and waves.
The documenter turns around, and sure enough, it's Cordayl in the flesh, waving and walking through the village like a regular civilian.
The documenter can't believe it, and when Tony walks up, his head is already turned, and his jaw drops at the sight of Cordayl.
The documenter hands Tony the camera back, and the two continue to follow Cordayl as he makes his rounds through the village.
Cordayl gathers supplies just as the woman says he does, passing by villagers who warmly greet him.
"Fascinating. The local villagers greet and converse with Cordayl as if they have no idea he is a danger to the world. If we were ignorant of his crimes, I would have no clue that this was the man responsible for destroying so many cities across the continent." The documenter explains.
Cordayl buys his last item, a batch of cookies that are fresh out of the oven by the time he arrives at the store. The filmmakers quickly jump out of sight as Cordayl pays and makes his way out of the village, receiving a goodbye from every villager he passes.
"Alright, this is our chance to find out where the Diablo slumbers at night. Keep up Tony, the Diablo is a slippery foe. One we can not afford to lose."
With the sun on its last gleams of sunshine, the two documenters are drenched in sweat as they take a break in the dark woods Cordayl entered.
"We've managed to track the Diablo into this dark but surprisingly not creepy forest. We had to take a break, though. Tony's legs, calves, and back have cramped up." The documenter says, breathing heavily himself.
"I will say, though, the conditioning and stamina of evil is unmatched. This guy should have been an athlete." He admits as he continues catching his breath.
Suddenly, a rumble is heard in the bushes, and both documenters turn their heads in fear.
They feel silly, though, as a deer emerges from the bushes and stares at them.
Tony zooms in on the creature that oddly has pants on, and a second later, it runs off back into the woods.
Then, out comes a giant bear wearing pants that chases the two filmmakers away, screaming for their lives.
"Okay, chasers, we have to be very quiet. We've entered another part of the woods, hoping to avoid that gigantic bear. But I'm gonna tell you now, if Tony doesn't stop stepping on every twig, you guys will get to see the painful process of how we ended up bear shit!" The documenter angrily whispers.
"How am I supposed to look where I'm walking and keep the camera on you at the same time?" Tony ask.
"Multitask, Tony! " the documenter quietly screams. Hearing a rustle in the distance, the two quickly hide in the bushes and hold their breath in pure fear.
Peeping through the dark, the filmmakers hear two sets of footsteps and see Yesseia and Cordayl walking through the forest.
The two filmmakers hold their breath as the couple passes, and then the two slowly start to follow them.
"Alright, chasers! We are back on the Diablo's trail!" The documenter excitedly whispers. "We won't let him out of our sights again. Our video might be the only thing that will lead to Yesseia's rescue in the future."
The two filmmakers sneak around, filming Cordayl and Yesseia from a distance, and it's not until Cordayl crosses a deep river with a strong current that the two filmmakers find themselves disappointed that their video subject is getting away.
The two watch in frustration as Cordayl pulls away from them. The two wallow briefly, but Tony points out a tree with a good part of its bark already peeled down.
The documenter smiles into the camera and motions for Tony to come along. The two film themselves floating across the water with most of their gear on the big piece of bark and the documenter and Tony paddling the makeshift raft with their legs.
"Well, we landed a bit further downstream from where we lost the Diablo, but thanks to his muddy prints, we should be able to pick up on his trail." The documenter winks at the camera.
A few minutes pass, and the filmmakers have yet to find Cordayl again. "Update chasers, it seems the Diablo is more cunning than we realized. When we got to the point of his crossing, there was a semi-dried-up puddle, where he pushed all the water off of his body using his gravity powers.
"This isn't confirmed, of course, but with my knowledge of the Diablo, this is the only logical explanation for why there were no footprints. So, our best option was to walk forward from where the puddle started. The only way to your goals is to take one step at a time, right?" The documenter states as he and Tony travel through the thick vegetation.
The two continue, taking breaks in between, getting videos of strange fruits and plants as they try to catch up to Cordayl.
Suddenly, the two are at an impasse. Two different pathways present themselves. One leading up and one leading down.
"Well, Tony, it seems we have a decision to make… Let's flip a coin. Heads, we head up, tails, we continue the trail." The coin comes up heads, and the two filmmakers start to elevate their search for Cordayl.
As they travel up the mountain, the hiking trail becomes skinnier and skinnier, and the two filmmakers find themselves side-stepping as the only means of advancing up the rock face.
"Okay, chasers, sometimes your ambitions lead you to a dangerous path and possibly a terrifying death, but we aren't gonna focus on the negative. We are solely going to keep our mind's eye on our goal. Tony, I said don't look down!" The documenter yells, noticing that Tony has taken the camera off of him and has it pointed at the absurdly long fall that awaits them with a misstep.
Tony starts feeling lightheaded at the sight, but the documenter grabs him and ushers him to keep moving. The two manage to take a few more steps before Tony's fear gets the best of him, and he refuses to go any further.
"Fuck this!" Tony states as he starts moving away to go back down the mountain.
"Tony, slow down!" The documenter warns, seeing the thin strip of rock suddenly start to give out.
"No, speed up! I need to get back to level ground right-".
"Tony!" the documenter yells, seeing the trail slip out from under Tony.
He successfully throws his arm out to try and grab Tony, but being that Tony is a heavier dude, this only leads to them both falling off of the trail, now free-falling through the air.
The filmmakers scream, and the documenter passes out during the fast descent, which Tony records.
Deciding to make this documentary famous for its gruesome end, Tony points it at the ground, and the camera records their life-ending crash into the ground below.
Luckily for them, the two fall right where Cordayl is passing, and he catches them with his gravity manipulation, slowly setting Tony and the unconscious documenter on the ground.