1:14 The New Demon Hunter

I hit him.

I hit him?!

Ohhh, I hit him.

See, this is my origin story, my Genesis, my whole…’In the begining’…

And up until this moment I was looking pretty pathetic. But then I hit him.

Have you ever been hunting? Sometimes when your out hunting in the woods, you’ll hear another hunter fire a shot. Its odd, its the silence and hum of nature interupted by an incredible Ka-Pow! With that long trailing echo afterwards. Thats what this was. This was Ka-Pow at its finest.

That punch hit him and he knew it. His mom knew it. OooooOOOooooo.(burn!)

And with that hit I felt something inside me. The fear left and in its place was a fire. A big roaring flame burning inside like an old locomotive engine. I guess this is what they mean when they say you feal stoaked. I was stoaked.

i tore into the beast, pulling every move I could think of from every Jet Li, Jackie Chan, Bruce Willis movie i had absorbed in my head over the span of my life. With then topping it all off with my vast knowledge of WWE wrestling manuevers that every child who grew up being a Hulkamaniac had learned.

Flying lariats, drop kicks, sweet chin music, all of it i threw at him and the more I hit him the bigger the fire grew, and coincidently he began to shrink. What was this goliath of a beast that ripped through trees as though they were tooth picks when he firs appeared, had now shrunk down to about 6 1/2 feet tall and 300lbs. Not saying thats small by any means, but it was nothing compared to the thing that was tossing me around like an old action figure 5 minutes ago.

And with one final move, it was over. Call it an RKO, a Diamond Cutter, a Stunner, what ever, it was the finishing move that took out the first demon I fought.

The crowd cheered, the griori screamed and hollered cheering me as the beast fell.

“Thought you didn’t know how to fight?” said Gabrielle “where did you learn that?”

“Monday Night Raw.” I said

“Nicely done Demon Hunter.” Tychius shook my hand

“All Hail the new Demon Hunter” Zaquiel screamed to the Grigori and againt they all yelled back “STARS IN HIS EYES”

“Congratulations” said Verchi “Now your ready to hear everything and learn what you can do, we’ll give you some training, but this is mans war and your going to fight this group back to Hell on your own, but we’ll be there for you, and we’ll be watching.”

“Oh yes SHEEP. You’ll do as you always do, follow and watch.” a dark voice spoke.

“Azazel.” The Powers turned and faced him.

“Congratulations boy. Your the new ‘Demon Hunter’ the next victim, the next sacrificial lamb. Being led to the slaughter.”

Thats when I met him, thats when I really became the new demon hunter, when I met Azazel the leader of the demons who had been unleashed from Hell

 

1:4 It burns

We walked around and were having a great day at the Fair. Actually I was having an incredible day. I entered the Archery contest like I do every year, but this year I WON!

I played the axe throwing game, and I won!

Strong Man competition…yep, won!.

I was on a role it was crazy, it got to the point where a crowd was watching every time I went to play one of the games at the fair.

But when I looked around, I realized, it wasn’t other visitors at the fair that were watching me, it was the workers. A good portion of them men in their knights costumes had gathered together to watch. They all cheered and rooted me on, but while they were watching it seemed as though they were studying me, tracking my every move I could hear the chatter as if it were in my head or all around me, it was difficult to understand what they were saying. It blended together in a static noise where only a a word or two would come to the surface and be audible. All I could pick out was “finally” and “the day” and “the mark”. I thought nothing of it and just thought it was them playing their roles.

 My family and I headed over to watch the jousting competition, another favorite of ours at the fair, and of course before we stopped to watch the show we had to get our goodies to eat. A giant turkey leg for me, pickles from the pickle lady for my two boys, a sweet tart for my wife, and some large soft pretzels for my three girls. As I stood in line waiting for the sweet tart an unusually large man walked up behind me “Excellent show today my friend, you faired well in the competitions.” He slapped his large mitt of a hand on my back with a thunderous slap and it burned.

 Hot searing pain, focused at the base of my skull, like I was an ant under an immensly large magnifying glass. Scorching the flesh from me, feeling it peel away to reveal the muscle, cooking that to the point to the meat falling from the bone, heating, hotter and hotter until the spine itself began to dry to the point of becoming ash.

I dropped to my knees and clutched my chest, my wife screamed for help and my children ran to my side. “What did you do to him!” She screamed at the large man staring at me in wonder. “Dan…Danel! What’s Wrong!”

“Danel…” The large man whispered.