Chapter 4 (time for an upgrade)
After the battle and finishing up my time with Tania I left the club on the way over to talk with a man named Damien. Damien happens to be the local store owner of all things used to kill demons and the like. He also happens to also be one of the last few men alive able to craft weapons of these sorts. Walking into the shop is like walking into a museum filled with things meant for the intention of killing, and with as many demons that run loose on these streets business is always a boomin for Damien. Finding him standing behind the counter cleaning the blade of a massive axe that looked more fitting in the hands of an executioner than any old person I laid down berserker and nightshade down on the counter. Time to get yourself your own pair of tools I see? He asked me in a gravelly tone not bothering to look up, and I sighed back in response yeah it is, these babies are nice, but they just aren t mine. Berserker belonged to another demon hunter who lost his life to a group of demons who didn t leave much behind of him afterwards, and nightshade used to be Damien s own personal blade. He set down the axe and ushered me into a back room where hundreds of single handed firearms hung across from weapons of every size and design all with the intention of slaying demons with the grace and skill that a chef would use cutting a piece of meat from the bone. Snapping his fingers I tossed off both my coat and shirt as he began to eyeball me to figure out just what I would be best suited for using. Still can t hang onto a gun can you yet boy? he asked with a chuckle, to which I snorted and crossed my arms. He turned his back and went on to the wall of guns picking each one up and inspecting it with careful eyes, and occasionally he d toss me one to see how I liked the feel of it. After going through countless guns and not finding a single one that worked right for me he swore and grabbed the few I made comments on and he dropped them onto a workbench. Now came the task of picking me out a blade to go along with it, and this wasn t going to be any easier. I handled nearly every form of a weapon he had hanging up till his hands rested down on something I had never seen in my life.
After the battle and finishing up my time with Tania I left the club on the way over to talk with a man named Damien. Damien happens to be the local store owner of all things used to kill demons and the like. He also happens to also be one of the last few men alive able to craft weapons of these sorts. Walking into the shop is like walking into a museum filled with things meant for the intention of killing, and with as many demons that run loose on these streets business is always a boomin for Damien. Finding him standing behind the counter cleaning the blade of a massive axe that looked more fitting in the hands of an executioner than any old person I laid down berserker and nightshade down on the counter. Time to get yourself your own pair of tools I see? He asked me in a gravelly tone not bothering to look up, and I sighed back in response yeah it is, these babies are nice, but they just aren t mine. Berserker belonged to another demon hunter who lost his life to a group of demons who didn t leave much behind of him afterwards, and nightshade used to be Damien s own personal blade. He set down the axe and ushered me into a back room where hundreds of single handed firearms hung across from weapons of every size and design all with the intention of slaying demons with the grace and skill that a chef would use cutting a piece of meat from the bone. Snapping his fingers I tossed off both my coat and shirt as he began to eyeball me to figure out just what I would be best suited for using. Still can t hang onto a gun can you yet boy? he asked with a chuckle, to which I snorted and crossed my arms. He turned his back and went on to the wall of guns picking each one up and inspecting it with careful eyes, and occasionally he d toss me one to see how I liked the feel of it. After going through countless guns and not finding a single one that worked right for me he swore and grabbed the few I made comments on and he dropped them onto a workbench. Now came the task of picking me out a blade to go along with it, and this wasn t going to be any easier. I handled nearly every form of a weapon he had hanging up till his hands rested down on something I had never seen in my life.