Crash! A metal desk goes flying across the room as all the contents that were once on it fall to the ground. The beast responsible for making the mess in the lab snarled as it bared its teeth. Mack stood still as he loaded a cross bow. He coated the tip in silver and quickly moved to aim at the beast.
As he aims, he locks onto the creature's neck and pulls the trigger. The arrow soars and hits, going through the monster's neck. It stops everything, its breathing slows and ceases just as fast as it has begun. And as it slowly dissolves and turns to dust Mack sighs as he stands, running his hand through his burnett hair.
"Yet another bites the dust," he says as he grabs a broom and starts to clean up, chuckling lightly at the over used joke his dad used to tell him.
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As Mack finished cleaning, hanging the broom and a silver hook, he sighed once more and stretched. Looking around the extensive library of odd and ends, he grabs the jar of dust and labels it- 'Werewolf'. He sets the jar on a top shelf with many more labeled the same.
Hopping off the ladder he grabs a glass and pours himself a glass of whiskey. It was officially 3 years since his father had passed, Doctor Kaleb Manchester. Everyone suspected it was a work incident that had led the man to his death, yet only his son knew what really happened. His father was killed by a demon.
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Aligning
Fantasy28 year old Mack has a pretty normal life. Living, working, buying shit. You know, stuff humans do. Yet, he has to continue his Dad's work. Collecting and Killing monsters.
