The Coven

Chapter 1

Alone.... A word I know too well, and all because of the bastards that ruined my life, I have nothing, nothing but a name. I've lived this way for 13 years. In this dump that smells like horse shit and dead rats. I'm greatful though. Not many would take me in. I was fosterd for 7 years of my life after my family died. Now that I'm on my own the only shit that I care about is mine. No one else has my back. No one but me. I don't have much of a job, all I do is hunt demons for this peice of shit town, that doesn't give 2 shits about me. but a few shillings per day doesn't hurt. "Haythem! Come pick up this horse shit out here!" Abraham yelled. Abraham is the innkeeper who uses me as his chore whore. "Be there in a second asshole!" I shout back. I'm 22 years old, I turned 22 3 weeks ago. I thought it would be more exciting, but my life so far is pretty fucked up, so instead of exciting, turning 22 has been pretty shitty. After shoveling horse manure, and washing off the ungodly foul stench, I geared up for a hunt. Nothing makes me happier than killing the fuck out of those flaming little bastards. The night was cold. Not many people were outside, only drunkards puking up all the boos they powered down. I put on my tunic. It was shadowed leather with fur inlining with leather buckles topped with dark metal armor pieces. It was the same for my trousers. I had a detachable hood that helped me be undetected in the woods and a singed and torn up cape I wear around my upper torso, it's the last remains of my village. I have two cross bows and a leather satchel filled with knives and and other things to make running through demons even quicker, as well as an enchantment book to help me swiftly move throughout the night. Being a demon hunter is not easy. I've came close to becoming possesed once or twice. Dying is also a possibility in this buisness these bastards are small but are quick and powerful. I walked out passed the towns gates. Everything was quite..... All I could hear was the snapping of the twigs I under my feet. The silence was unsettling, I felt shivers go down my spine, my palms started to sweat. I knew something was near. The air became colder, The puddles of rain water from yesterday's storm turned to solid ice, I readied my cross bows, I heard the pulse of my heart in my head as I awaited for the fucker to come out, I closed my eyes and took a quick deep breath as I listend to hear what was around. I turned around and there the bastard was, it's eyes glowed blood red. It's skin leathery and black, and it was emitting a foul black smoke, it looked like a cat, it's teeth and claws were sharper than knives. It hissed and growled and from it's lips was the blood of it's last victim. The demon leaped towards me with a dash. I sidestepping it, but only barely. I fired an arrow and it nicked the side of his torso. He lunged at my face it's claws scratching a permanent scar across my eye, thank god it didn't blind me. "Oww you mother fucker!" I screamed. The creature gave me an unsettling grin. I lunged at it and pinned it to the ground. I took my blade and ran it through. I stabbed it over and over again screaming "fuck you!, fuck you!, fuck you!," it was dead almost instantly. I felt received. "Burn in hell fucktard" I said with a grin. That's all demons were, fucktards, but they are also one more thing, they're my bitch.