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ok first thing you guys should know, this is about demons and ive used a lot of random words (thank you google translate lol) in other langues. these words are for the demon langue. hope you guys enjoy it ^_^
Chapter one:
The women’s dance was a sensual experience; men surrounded her, which was no surprise. Her long Aruban hair seemed to twirl around her long, slim body as if it too was dancing; her dark violet eyes sparkled with innocence. Her clothing fir her perfectly, a short corset dress the same color as her eyes, with black lace dangling delicately from the hem. She wore fishnet gloves and stockings, with simple ballet flats. My eyes returned to her face at that moment, her soft pale skin glistened in the light left from the sunset however it was her lips that I couldn’t take my eyes off of, so full, so lush, so red that they seemed to scream danger. Our eyes met and the women danced her way over to me “hello” she said, her voice was so soft, so sweet, and so fully of innocence “would you like to come dance” that one simple word, dance, seemed to break whatever spell she had placed me under, and instantly I went from radiating confidence to the geeky nerd I really was “umm” I said, sounding very intelligent I know, I was sure my cheeks were flaming “come on” the women said “I won’t bite” a silent “much” seemed to hand in the air, although that might have just been my paranoia kicking in, which is totally justifiable in my line of work. I looked at the women once more and simply shook my head, untrusting of my own voice. The women looked disappointed but danced back into the crowed of men, and was eventually lost there once more “for once you might have actually don’t something smart, Elliot” came a familiar male voice “that demon is a Succubus, I’m actually amazed someone who gets laid as little as you was able to resist her charms” I turned around to see a man with short, spiked, black hair. His eyes were such a dark brown they looked black, he was built, extremely muscular, he only ever seemed to wear black jeans, with a black vest with a black hood to hide his face, I have never seen him wear a shirt so his chest was always exposed. This man was my mentor, the best tracker in the world, Jett Garrott, oh and for those of you who don’t know in my line of work a tracker, once he has the scent of a demon, can find them anywhere in the world “maybe my senses are getting sharper” I said defensively
“more likely the demons are actually getting stupider, yeah that actually sounds a lot more likely” I sighed, Jett always had been an arrogant prick “what’s the matter kid, don’t have a comeback”
“More like I can’t be bothered wasting my intellect on someone who barely has what modern standards would call a brain” he looked at me confused for a moment before grabbing me by my throat and slamming me against the wall “I’m not sure what you said” Jett basically growled at me “but I’m pretty sure it was some high-class way of calling me stupid” he let go of my throat, which in turn made me fall hard to the ground as I gasped for breath “I’m going to get diner, you wait here when the crowed clears we attacked” he turned and half smiled “congratulations, tonight you will get to slay your first high level demon. Well as long as it doesn’t kill you first” he laughed as he walked off into what now had become dark. I sighed, grateful for the time away from his presence. I suppose introductions are in order my name is Elliot Silverstone. I am tall and slim, but would be called strong by regular people’s standers. I am twenty five with shaggy, dark blonde hair. I wear glasses; thank god I graduated from the coke bottle glasses when I was twelve. People say my eyes are primarily blue however they do have some kind of green shading to them. I originally came from England, however, I moved to Melbourne, Australia when I was thirteen. I now work for the demon hunters’ guild, in training to become a tracker, after my parents were killed by a vampiric demon, normal humans would just call them vampires however the truth is that vampires are a type of demon, an extremely high ranking demon, but a demon none the less. I only was sixteen when it happened sand……. The Succubus was standing right in front of me. I feel back over and she just laughed “I’m sorry if I scared you” she said in the sweetest voice I had ever heard.
“It’s ok” I said as I stood up and held out my hand “Elliot, Elliot Silverstone” she took my hand and shook it gleefully “my name is Jenna moonshine”
“Pleasure to meet you” I said “I’m sorry about earlier today”
She just smiled and shook her head “its ok, I understand you’re shy, I’ve dealt with people like…..” Jett had returned and slammed the back of her head with a baseball bat “socializing with a Succubus are you brain dead” he said, I stood there shyly as Jett tired her up “though I will give you this, you make an amazing distraction”
“I uh” I mumbled “didn’t think she was…… dangerous” I said, and instantly regretted
“she’s a fucking Succubus, you idiot, of course she’s going to pretend to be nice, makes it easier to get idiotic guys like yourself” he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder “we will take her back to base and deal with her there” I wanted to convince Jett to let her go, but I knew it would have been a fruitless effort, once he had captured a demon he wouldn’t let it go, no matter how appealing or nice the demon came across. Jett chucked the Succubus into the boot of his car before slipping into the driver’s seat “you getting in or what” he said, I sighed but did what I was told, getting into the front seat next to him. He drove off ignoring pretty much every road law you could think of, and somehow, never once did her get caught by a cop. In what felt like five minutes we were at the base, all it was, was an abandoned hotel witch a huge underground garage, which we used as a kind of prison for the demons, holy symbols were carved all over the place so all demons were weakened when they entered the grounds, if not killed. “Take that thing to one of the cells, if it hasn’t turned to dust yet” Jett said, as he got out of the car “if it is dust, clean my car. Last thing I want is to have my car contaminated by that thing. I’m going to talk to the Theron” Jett walked away, leaving me there alone. The Theron was our name for the head hunter, each section had one and the leader of all demon hunters was the head Theron. He lived on the isle of Theron, a secluded island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, if you made it to the island of Theron you had made it as a hunter, Jett had once told me he was invited to go there once, be a personal tracker to the head Theron, but turned it down, saying that they were nothing but old folks with nothing interesting going on. I honestly wondered why someone with so little brain and so much muscle would have become a tracker; he always did come across as more of a warrior anyone. Warriors are basically the army of the hunters, higher class demons often work together and in higher numbers so an army is a must. I sighed and that is when I heard something bump against the boot of the car. “Oh crap, the demon mustn’t be dead” I said, slapping my own face for forgetting to grab the demon, actually I was still sitting in the car “I’m screwed” I got out of the car and slowly opened the boot, WHAM, a kick to my face, I stumbled back “should have guessed” Jenna all but growled at me “hunter” I stood up slowly, only to see her defensive crouch, she was ready to attack at any time. I had no other option; I had no weapons on me. I held my hands where she could see them “I don’t want to hurt you” I said honestly
“You are a hunter” she said, and for the first time she let her demonic accent show, did you know demons have their own accent and langue, go figure. “You care nothing about my kind; you seek only to destroy us even though we only wish to live. We cannot help the way we are born and although there are some evil demons out there the majority of us only do what we have to, to survive”
“I’m only in training Jenna” I said calmly “and only as a tracker; I never wanted to be the only to kill the demons”
“So like a coward you hand us over to your superiors” she growled
“No, I would rather not kill or hand in any demon to my superiors” I could see that she was getting restless “in fact I’m only in this organization to find the vampirc that killed my parents, once I’ve done so, I’ll be gone….. My best friend is actually a demon, a high ranking pyro. Though, he hasn’t spoken to me since I joined the hunters. He understands though, it’s just that….. Hunters and demons aren’t friends so we can’t really be friends until I leave” as I finished talking she let her guard down a little, straightening out of her crouch “I only know if one high ranking pyro” she said, her accent still highly noticeable “his name is travois, travois Guafi”
“How do you know Trav” I asked, looking extremely shocked
“To put it simply” the demon said slowly “he and I are engaged to be wed” I think I just looked at her for about ten minutes, maybe even longer. When I was finally able to speak I simply asked “why?”
“It’s an arranged marriage” she said, looking away from me, as if the thought disgusted her “I am the high priestess of the succubus clan, he is the leader of the pyro clan”
“So it’s to gain power” I said thoughtfully “if I let you go, will you take me to Trav?” I asked. Jenna looked at me stunned, but fairly soon nodded in agreement “great I’ve been meaning to ditch this place anyway, killing demons is not my scene” she smiled at me. I quickly untied her arms before we both ran off into the night.
Chapter one:
The women’s dance was a sensual experience; men surrounded her, which was no surprise. Her long Aruban hair seemed to twirl around her long, slim body as if it too was dancing; her dark violet eyes sparkled with innocence. Her clothing fir her perfectly, a short corset dress the same color as her eyes, with black lace dangling delicately from the hem. She wore fishnet gloves and stockings, with simple ballet flats. My eyes returned to her face at that moment, her soft pale skin glistened in the light left from the sunset however it was her lips that I couldn’t take my eyes off of, so full, so lush, so red that they seemed to scream danger. Our eyes met and the women danced her way over to me “hello” she said, her voice was so soft, so sweet, and so fully of innocence “would you like to come dance” that one simple word, dance, seemed to break whatever spell she had placed me under, and instantly I went from radiating confidence to the geeky nerd I really was “umm” I said, sounding very intelligent I know, I was sure my cheeks were flaming “come on” the women said “I won’t bite” a silent “much” seemed to hand in the air, although that might have just been my paranoia kicking in, which is totally justifiable in my line of work. I looked at the women once more and simply shook my head, untrusting of my own voice. The women looked disappointed but danced back into the crowed of men, and was eventually lost there once more “for once you might have actually don’t something smart, Elliot” came a familiar male voice “that demon is a Succubus, I’m actually amazed someone who gets laid as little as you was able to resist her charms” I turned around to see a man with short, spiked, black hair. His eyes were such a dark brown they looked black, he was built, extremely muscular, he only ever seemed to wear black jeans, with a black vest with a black hood to hide his face, I have never seen him wear a shirt so his chest was always exposed. This man was my mentor, the best tracker in the world, Jett Garrott, oh and for those of you who don’t know in my line of work a tracker, once he has the scent of a demon, can find them anywhere in the world “maybe my senses are getting sharper” I said defensively
“more likely the demons are actually getting stupider, yeah that actually sounds a lot more likely” I sighed, Jett always had been an arrogant prick “what’s the matter kid, don’t have a comeback”
“More like I can’t be bothered wasting my intellect on someone who barely has what modern standards would call a brain” he looked at me confused for a moment before grabbing me by my throat and slamming me against the wall “I’m not sure what you said” Jett basically growled at me “but I’m pretty sure it was some high-class way of calling me stupid” he let go of my throat, which in turn made me fall hard to the ground as I gasped for breath “I’m going to get diner, you wait here when the crowed clears we attacked” he turned and half smiled “congratulations, tonight you will get to slay your first high level demon. Well as long as it doesn’t kill you first” he laughed as he walked off into what now had become dark. I sighed, grateful for the time away from his presence. I suppose introductions are in order my name is Elliot Silverstone. I am tall and slim, but would be called strong by regular people’s standers. I am twenty five with shaggy, dark blonde hair. I wear glasses; thank god I graduated from the coke bottle glasses when I was twelve. People say my eyes are primarily blue however they do have some kind of green shading to them. I originally came from England, however, I moved to Melbourne, Australia when I was thirteen. I now work for the demon hunters’ guild, in training to become a tracker, after my parents were killed by a vampiric demon, normal humans would just call them vampires however the truth is that vampires are a type of demon, an extremely high ranking demon, but a demon none the less. I only was sixteen when it happened sand……. The Succubus was standing right in front of me. I feel back over and she just laughed “I’m sorry if I scared you” she said in the sweetest voice I had ever heard.
“It’s ok” I said as I stood up and held out my hand “Elliot, Elliot Silverstone” she took my hand and shook it gleefully “my name is Jenna moonshine”
“Pleasure to meet you” I said “I’m sorry about earlier today”
She just smiled and shook her head “its ok, I understand you’re shy, I’ve dealt with people like…..” Jett had returned and slammed the back of her head with a baseball bat “socializing with a Succubus are you brain dead” he said, I stood there shyly as Jett tired her up “though I will give you this, you make an amazing distraction”
“I uh” I mumbled “didn’t think she was…… dangerous” I said, and instantly regretted
“she’s a fucking Succubus, you idiot, of course she’s going to pretend to be nice, makes it easier to get idiotic guys like yourself” he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder “we will take her back to base and deal with her there” I wanted to convince Jett to let her go, but I knew it would have been a fruitless effort, once he had captured a demon he wouldn’t let it go, no matter how appealing or nice the demon came across. Jett chucked the Succubus into the boot of his car before slipping into the driver’s seat “you getting in or what” he said, I sighed but did what I was told, getting into the front seat next to him. He drove off ignoring pretty much every road law you could think of, and somehow, never once did her get caught by a cop. In what felt like five minutes we were at the base, all it was, was an abandoned hotel witch a huge underground garage, which we used as a kind of prison for the demons, holy symbols were carved all over the place so all demons were weakened when they entered the grounds, if not killed. “Take that thing to one of the cells, if it hasn’t turned to dust yet” Jett said, as he got out of the car “if it is dust, clean my car. Last thing I want is to have my car contaminated by that thing. I’m going to talk to the Theron” Jett walked away, leaving me there alone. The Theron was our name for the head hunter, each section had one and the leader of all demon hunters was the head Theron. He lived on the isle of Theron, a secluded island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, if you made it to the island of Theron you had made it as a hunter, Jett had once told me he was invited to go there once, be a personal tracker to the head Theron, but turned it down, saying that they were nothing but old folks with nothing interesting going on. I honestly wondered why someone with so little brain and so much muscle would have become a tracker; he always did come across as more of a warrior anyone. Warriors are basically the army of the hunters, higher class demons often work together and in higher numbers so an army is a must. I sighed and that is when I heard something bump against the boot of the car. “Oh crap, the demon mustn’t be dead” I said, slapping my own face for forgetting to grab the demon, actually I was still sitting in the car “I’m screwed” I got out of the car and slowly opened the boot, WHAM, a kick to my face, I stumbled back “should have guessed” Jenna all but growled at me “hunter” I stood up slowly, only to see her defensive crouch, she was ready to attack at any time. I had no other option; I had no weapons on me. I held my hands where she could see them “I don’t want to hurt you” I said honestly
“You are a hunter” she said, and for the first time she let her demonic accent show, did you know demons have their own accent and langue, go figure. “You care nothing about my kind; you seek only to destroy us even though we only wish to live. We cannot help the way we are born and although there are some evil demons out there the majority of us only do what we have to, to survive”
“I’m only in training Jenna” I said calmly “and only as a tracker; I never wanted to be the only to kill the demons”
“So like a coward you hand us over to your superiors” she growled
“No, I would rather not kill or hand in any demon to my superiors” I could see that she was getting restless “in fact I’m only in this organization to find the vampirc that killed my parents, once I’ve done so, I’ll be gone….. My best friend is actually a demon, a high ranking pyro. Though, he hasn’t spoken to me since I joined the hunters. He understands though, it’s just that….. Hunters and demons aren’t friends so we can’t really be friends until I leave” as I finished talking she let her guard down a little, straightening out of her crouch “I only know if one high ranking pyro” she said, her accent still highly noticeable “his name is travois, travois Guafi”
“How do you know Trav” I asked, looking extremely shocked
“To put it simply” the demon said slowly “he and I are engaged to be wed” I think I just looked at her for about ten minutes, maybe even longer. When I was finally able to speak I simply asked “why?”
“It’s an arranged marriage” she said, looking away from me, as if the thought disgusted her “I am the high priestess of the succubus clan, he is the leader of the pyro clan”
“So it’s to gain power” I said thoughtfully “if I let you go, will you take me to Trav?” I asked. Jenna looked at me stunned, but fairly soon nodded in agreement “great I’ve been meaning to ditch this place anyway, killing demons is not my scene” she smiled at me. I quickly untied her arms before we both ran off into the night.