Short Stories for fun

Demon Hunter | Story a day #39

I never wanted to be a Demon Hunter.

I was bred into the profession by Master Unkang. A senile old man who can't recognize between tobacco and the sole of his boots (both items he routinely chews on). He taught me the ways of the Hunters, an artform he learned from childhood himself to defend the village from Demons.

They appeared three hundred years ago. Some elders proclaimed that their presence had been felt far longer - just after the Shattering when the first god fled. They must have done something incredibly wrong back then.

Because here I am, being slaughtered by a horde of Rhinodons with insectoid wings bracing for my last breaaaaaaa....th