Stain
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-- INTRO--
A young man screamed in the dark; it echoed around the room.
A male voice purred. "I cast you back to the devil's side, spawn of evil."
The shadow on the wall in the shape of a held hammer rose then made a swift decent. It rose and fell several times striking the stake he held in his other hand. He hunted evil that dared to lurk among people. His mission was set in stone, and soon he would have his real quarry. His work was not yet done, reaching into his bag he pulled out the rest of his implements. The tools of his trade, had been passed down through his family for ages.
