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Demons and Hunters
Today was not a normal day for little Harry, abandoned by his relatives the same day they found him on their steps, he had been sent to an orphanage. While only five the boys hopes of a family had been crushed. Like many, he had been passed around from place to place. But today was different even at his young age, he could feel the tension in each room as they were given order after order: clean this, mop that; an important visitor was coming. Everywhere there was dusting; windows scrubbed until their frames shone like silver in sudden daylight glare. And then - when all else seemed finally ready - came orders for them to line up into waiting formation.
The hunter's arrival to the orphanage was like a dark omen; a thundercloud erupting in advance of an even bigger storm. Harry watched as this unfamiliar figure filled the doorframe. There was something different about him; an intensity that felt both threatening and thrilling all at once. That shiver he felt ran deeper than his spine – it had been planted deep within his soul that day, telling him that life as he knew it would be changed forever
The hunter's eyes were sharp and calculating, taking in the tiny details of each child as he walked down the line. When he reached Harry, those eyes stopped and a jolt of recognition flashed through his body. It was clear that this man saw something in him that nobody else had seen before. He was ordered to follow and leave everything behind. His new life was about to begin…
It was an unusually hot morning in the highlands as I stopped my bike, and slowly turned my head, listening. Just under the rustle of foliage and birds chirping came the sounds of fast-moving water. I let out a sigh at the thought of the cool waters and dismounted ready for the trek.
As I walked along, I caught sight of the emblem stitched into my gloved palm, a gold crucifix. A momentary swell of pride welled within me; I had worked hard to get to the point of wearing the beautiful gold symbol. A reminder of the sacrifices made to protect innocent lives from the demonic forces that threaten our world. I was finally entrusted to work alone.
The sound of the stream broke me out of my thoughts as it grew louder, I broke through a dense line of trees. I grabbed my water bottle and strode to the river bending down to refill it I noticed it was too quiet. The silence that had fallen over the forest was unnatural and disturbing, years of hard training had me on alert. As I scanned the forest on the opposite side of the stream my eyes met it. The beast seemed to leer at me as I quickly shot to my feet, steadying my myself.
As it lumbered out of the woods, I gazed at its monstrous form standing three meters tall on clawed feet.. The demon's appearance was both horrifying and fascinating. Its head was covered in bristling hairs, and its wings were translucent and iridescent in the sunlight. I could see the glint of its sharp claws and teeth as it moved closer, I knew I was in for a tough fight.
I hesitated for a moment, my left hand wrapping around the grip of my 1911. deciding against it I wrapped my right hand around the sword sheathed behind my shoulder to free it of its scabbard and face the demon before me. My holly bullets were in limited supply, better to save them for multiple opponents. Time seemed to slow for just a mere moment before everything shattered into movement.
The beast was on me in an instant it struck hard, trying to disembowel me. I paired the first strike with my sword and responded with a blast of magical energy to create distance, the holy oil imbued on the sword burned away any corrupted flesh it touched.
I felt a surge of energy through my arm as the crucifix in my hand glowed red. Holy fire erupted and ran across the beast's body, screaming in pain it tried to attack me with desperate fury. But I was ready, ducking beneath one swipe and deflecting another with a burst of magic, I delivered a powerful strike to its chest that sent it staggering back onto its knees. The beast groaned and looked up at me with a rage-filled expression, I almost felt pity for it as it slowly succumbed to the holy fire burning through its body. Just before it faded away, it snarled in defeat and spoke words that grated on your very soul "You may have won this battle but others will come". I knew that it was true, as long as there are forces of darkness lurking in the shadows there will always be a need for warriors. He takes a moment to catch his breath and reflect on the intense struggle he has just overcome. Despite his victory, he knows that his work is far from over. The defeat of one demon only serves as a reminder that countless others are lurking in the shadows, waiting to unleash their malevolence upon the world. Unbeknownst to him, his destiny soon will call open his very essence…