Chapter 1- My first Demon!
The night was cool and windy. The full moon illuminating the dark and empty and decrepit streets. Bodies, destruction, Pentagrams, and flies filled the once beautiful streets.
I stand under a street lamp, Looking mournful at the sight laid out for me. I tip my hat up and look at the full moon. My black suit and trench coat flutter gentle in the breeze. My scythe strapped to my side, and my healing items in pouches on the suit. I am equipped with a blunder bust and a scythe. I make it appear with blood magic, which is taught to my by my father.
The job of a Hunter isn't an easy one, In fact it's the hardest job ever. We hunt Demons for a living, Clearing the scourge that is there kind, they have invaded our world and killed, raped, and enslaved our kind. It's our job to fix that. I became a hunter the un-traditional way...Normally you are born into it, but me, I was adopted into it after my parents, and other family members, were attacked and killed by the demons. My dad, the one who found me, said he saw a fire in my eyes. A passion. To what, I have no idea...and how...I have no idea either. I was a little foal when he first found me, I was covered in blood. He busted in on the demons who killed my parents, And didn't notice me until I started crying. He picked me up and knocked me out with a plant. (Yea, He knocked out a baby!) Ever since then, I lived with the hunters, learned there ways, Learned how to kill. Of course being "Not born of the blood" I was always treated badly. My dad says that makes me stronger, But I don't see how.
I crack a small smile as I begin to walk down the decrepit street. This is it, My first ever Hunt. I'm excited! I have always wanted to gut a demon! I mean I have but...I want one that isn't held in chains. Anyway...I walk to the house that he's located in. Ponies heads on pikes dot around the entrance. i can see the faded out letters of the buildings name on the left of the door. "Sugar cube corner." Huh...funny that demons would house themselves in a sweets shop. My small smile gets a little bigger as I hear shouting inside. "Good...that hopefully means there start fighting...which means it will be easier to kill them." I think to myself as I put my ear to the door a listen. After a few minutes of bickering it slowly stops. I sigh. "Fuck..." I have never really faced a demon. My father says that they are very predictable though. Even though when we train and he pretends to be a demon his moves are EXTREMELY un-predictable. I push the door open sightly, and to my dismay it creeks. All eyes turn twords the door. I quickly move away and fly up to the roof. The burst out of the door and look around.
"What the...? I swear I hear the door move!" One of the demons say with a deep raspy voice. The grunt and walk back inside. I sigh and peak into a window on the second floor. It's a bed room. There's a demon inside. He appears to be holding something down onto the bed, And is that...a hoof? I get closer and see that the demon is humping....he's raping a pony...Not for long. I silently open the window, I begin to hear the sounds of him thrusting in and out of it, and her muffled grunts and pleads...she notices but I put a hoof to my mouth in a "shh" motion. I get behind the demon and grab him and pull him out of the pony. I then slice the back of his legs with my knife, making him fall to his knees, and then slice off his head in one sweep. I smile and look up at the pony, where my smile fades. It's a mare, she has pink,..well everything. Pink eyes, pink mane, pink fur. She looks at me with scared and pleading eyes. I slice off the rope that she's tied up in and take the tape off of her mouth.
"P-p-p-please don't hurt me!" She says backing away and curling into a small ball.
"I'm not going to hurt you, I'm a hunter. I'm here to save you." I say. "Please...tell me your name."
She wipes her nose and eyes. "P-pinky pie..."
I hear a thud downstairs and a grunt. "Stay here...I'm going to deal with the rest of them. ...Are you hurt at all?" She shakes her head slowly.
I sigh and walk downstairs to see 3 demons fighting each other. Idiots. I wait a moment for the perfect shot and strike. In one sweep I cut one demon in half, another's head off, and the last one I cut horizontally through. There blood sprays and spatters all over me, I close my eyes to prevent from it getting in my eyes.
I laugh loudly, triumphantly. Here I thought demons would be hard to kill, But I just killed four of them in a row!
I walk back up to pinky and look at her. "Come on. We should get you to safely." Her eyes are awestruck and fearful. I look at myself and notice I am completely covered in head to hoof in blood. "Don't worry...I'm not going to hurt you...I promise."
She sniffles. "P-p-pinky promise...?" I nod. "Okay..." She gets off the bed.
"Just stay behind me." I say as I walk out of the house and down the decrepit streets.
PInky looks around as we walk. After a few minutes she asks. "How did it get like this...?"
I sigh deeply. "I'm not sure."
"Oh..." She says quietly. "Do...Do you know why all this started?"
"Yes...It all started 40 years ago. The demons had just begun to rise from the underworld. They treated them with kindness, and friendship. Only when it was too late did we realize our mistake. They had began a war with the ponies...which of course the ponies were severally out numbered by thousands. The ponies fought and fought but it was all in vain. Now...most of the ponies are enslaved or dead. The demons only saw this as more land for the troops and there slaves, But there a few that still fight, the hunters. Some think we are good, others think we are just as bad as the demons." I say.
"Is...that where you're taking me?" Pinky asks.
I nod. "Yes. They can protect you there." Pinky smiles slightly, as she is quiet for the rest of the trip to the hunters base.
I bring her to a small bed in the quarters and she lays down. "I am truly sorry for everything you've been though."
She smiles at me. "Thank you..."
I don't smile back. "You...have to be cleansed of any demonic presents inside of you." I say. "But...it will have to be tomorrow, Goodnight pinky, I will explain the rest in the morning."
She nods and slowly falls asleep.
