Hunting the Demon
My journey recommenced on June 6th, 2006…over half a year after meeting with the aces of the Belkan War. It all started (or should I say; restarted) when I received word that the man I had been looking for had been living in Apito City in the Federation of Osea. I wasted no time in recommencing my hunt for the legendary Demon Lord.
I landed at Apito International Airport on June 8th, at half-past 10:00. The airport was as busy as any international airport can expect to be. People were rushing back and forth, some grumbling due to a delayed flight, others with expressions of relief at the fact that they were soon going to be able to board their plane. I collected my luggage and made my way to the taxi stands.
When I arrived at the Taxi stand I saw a bright blue taxi lose to me so I decided to go with that one. Upon arriving, I was surprised to find no-one inside or near the taxi. While looking for the driver, I heard a voice from behind me, "Don't even think about stealing my car."
I jumped at this and turned around to see who had spoken. The voice belonged to a man of around 30 years of age. He had black hair and brown eyes and a pretty imposing presence which made me feel uncomfortable.
"N...no, sir," I stammered, "I was just looking for a taxi."
"You've found one," said the man, "Come on I'll take your bags."
"Thanks," I replied, "My names Brett Thompson, by the way."
"Carr," he replied after closing the trunk, "James Carr. You're the guy who did that documentary on that…Satan…guy, aren't you?"
"The Demon Lord," I replied, "He was a fighter pilot."
"Yeah, that's the one," said Carr, "So what are you in Apito for?"
"I think I may be close to finding the Demon Lord."
"Really?" stated Carr as he got into the driver's seat, "Lucky you."
Having found a taxi I relaxed in my seat after having a long, frustrating flight. I was absolutely bursting with excitement at finally having the chance of meeting the infamous Demon Lord. Even though I had no idea where to start, I decided to just bask in the knowledge that I was at least closer to my target than I had ever been before. When we had arrived at my hotel, and Carr had given me my bags, he said, "Good luck with your search," and drove away.
