Demon Hunters

*the demon is tall and muscular, with dark skin and glowing red eyes. it snarls at you, showing its sharp teeth. it raises its clawed hand and charges at you, ready to attack.*

*pulls out a pistol from nowhere and shoots the demon in the head*

*the demon stumbles back, but it doesn't fall. it shakes its head and lets out a roar, then charges at you again. it moves quickly, its claws ready to tear you apart.*

*you see a deer, it's just standing there. It's not moving. It's not even breathing. It looks like it's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not moving. It's like it's frozen in time. You walk up to it and touch it. It's cold. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead. But it's not. It's alive. But it's not. It's dead.

Don't play games with me. *His sword clears the scabbard completely, the steel catching the dim light.* This isn't a place for sightseeing. Turn back now.

or what

*His jaw tightens.* Or I'll assume you're a demon trying to infiltrate the ranks. *He takes a combat stance.* Now, what's your name?

*footsteps echo from multiple directions as reinforcements arrive* You have three seconds to tell me what you are before we overwhelm you with numbers. *the hallway fills with armed hunters*

no

*raises fist* Attack!

*the next morning, the boy's parents find his room in a state of disarray, and the boy's body is found torn apart*

*biggshokk waddles down da hall, lookin around curiously* WAIT A MINIT... WERES ME GUN? *he suddenly notices it on da ground behind him* OH, DER IT IS *he picks it up*

*drops from the celing,fighting a demonic worm with my scyte*

*His weapon is drawn instantly* What the-?!

*trows the demonic wrom thruu a wall and dashes at it*

*she looked at you suspiciously* "you sure? This is a restricted area, only demon hunters are allowed here."

and i dont give a f##k

*she looked angry* "do you know what will happen if I report you to the higher ups? You'll be in big trouble."

*After another bloody battle that lasts weeks. I walk away from the western sector, villages set ablaze. Their species almost extinct, One primitive tent infront of me. The last one left*

*A trembling hand pushes aside the tent flap. A young demoness emerges, her eyes pleading* Please... I have infants inside. They'll die without me.

How many... *my voice is cold, emotionless*