He lurks the world, In the shadows, fearing not man nor machine, feasting on any prey that crosses his path.
Sometimes he would get injured by the military, but he always finds a way back into the shadows.
No one can find him, no one can take him down. Many say it's not possible, that they're cursed with these frequent attacks until they all die.
What is his purpose? What is his reason for killing so many people? He lost his purpose a long time ago, but still keeps going, taking out his bloodlust on innocent people.
Daemon Draconis Darkhart, Born November 15 1989, wasn't like your average infant child. His parents were both full foxes, but considered freaks because the father was of demonic descent, and the mother was vampiric. When they moved into the small town they didn't expect so much prejudice, they moved there because of the better education. They figured it would be nice since they were going to have a child, oh how they were wrong.
The people of this little neighborhood feared these new supernatural residents, just like people feared things they didn't understand for centuries, and even more so when they had their little baby boy. They say an infant is born innocent, but a strong evil had manifested in this boy from day one.
Years pass, the neighbors treat the Darkharts no better. However there were afew people who didn't care much about demons, the ones that hated them treated them like dirt everyday.
One day, the little 10 year old Daemon was walking to school when three kids, two humans, one fox, shouted to him. "Hey freak! Go back to the zoo along with your damn freak parents!" Daemon just ignored them, but was suprised when he was forced back around and punched in the nose. Daemon was flat on the cement, recieving kicks and beatings for about 15 minutes until they finally backed away and left him alone, no one there to help him. He thought of himself as weak.
Every time he missed the bus he was forced to walk to school, and get another beating. This went on for two years. The bus never actually waited for him.
One day, as he walked out the door the bus drove away, forcing him to walk, but when the three children approached him, he turned straight around, and bit the fox on the arm as hard as he possibly could. The fox boy screamed as his bone cracked and blood leaked into Daemon's mouth. As he withdrew his teeth, He savored the flavor of the last of blood, then took his nails and slashed across the boy's eyes. As the boy screamed, Daemon laughed, until a rock crashed into his upper torso.
Daemon held his chest, blood trickling from his mouth "I won't be weak anymore..." He muttered, and picked up the rock and rammed it into the screaming boy's skull, immediately killing him. Daemon the proceded to killing the two human boys, terrified to their bones. Daemon clenched his fists and drove a punch into one boy's jaw, and the other fist struck the second boy in the nose. Daemon grined twistedly "Who's weak now huh?" He muttered to them as they lay dazed on the cement. Daemon knelt, took his nails, and stabed their throats open, A puddle of blood quickly forming under them.
Daemon looked at the three silent bodies, and one by one he carried them and threw them over the hill and into the river, smiling twistedly the entire time.
End Chapter 1