Prologue
It always amused me how people feared death. Death surrounds us all. It's a part of us all, part of the natural circle. Lately, however, it seems as though people don't understand the natural order of things unless they've seen the things that I've seen... done what I've done. I guess it's true what they say. "Ignorance is bliss."
My name is Evelyn Walker, and I am a hunter.
My father introduced me to the world of demons and the supernatural at a very young age. It's not as thought I didn't want it. I always enjoyed ghost stories or tales of dragons. It's just different when being told that it all exists and that it wants to kill you. I went on a few jobs with my father and my uncle until I turned thirteen. That's when my world was turned upside down.
It was your typical hunt. Mysterious murders that police can't solve. I tagged along with my father that night. As we got closer to our target, I started feeling off. Queasy, almost. Something just wasn't right. As usual, my father handed me a pistol and a silver blade, telling me to stay in the car. He cocked his shotgun and ventured into the abandoned shack.
I sat in the dark, quiet night for what seemed like an eternity. I knew something was wrong. I didn't hear any scuffling; or any noise for that matter. I reached for the door handle, getting ready to aid my father, and that's when I heard it. The gun went off and I saw blood splatter on the single window. I smiled to myself, thinking my father had won. However, it wasn't he that walked out of the door. A different man exited the shack, holding my father's gun and wearing a smug grin. I could barely make out his face, but I could see his eyes. His cold, pitch black eyes.
After that night, I spent every day researching everything ever written about demons. Three years later, I started hunting.
