Demon Hunter Story

Kim · 10-10-2008, 02:29 PM

It was raining. Not quite a downpour, it was enough to soak your clothes. Lucky me, I had an umbrella. I don�t remember where I got the umbrella. A store? A relative? A stranger? Who knows? Not me. It was a black umbrella that seemed like some sort of sinister mushroom, and as soon as that thought occurred to me, it refused to leave my mind. However, I will not speak on the many strange ideas I had which stemmed from that thought. I will not dwell on the fact that I frequently imagined the umbrella closing and chewing my head off, in spite of the fact that that didn�t sound very mushroom-like at all. I shall not elaborate on the vivid vision of my stump of a neck oozing crimson life onto the ground as my ebony fungus sought out more prey. Or how it would later come into the hands of an old man who knew its secret and locked it away in a vault, only for it to be found by his heirs several generations later, who simply refused to believe their ancestor�s writings on the matter. I will not talk about the tale that wove through my head that rainy day, because those thoughts were weird, and I would hate for you to think I�m weird.

Because I would hate for you to think I am weird, I must kindly ask you to ignore such details of my appearance such as the long dead pink flower I had neatly tucked behind my ear, or the high-caliber, silver bullet firing handgun in my right pocket, or even the red pentagram on the black eye patch over my left eye, which was conspicuously missing, considering that eyes are not the kind to go wandering about. Please pay attention to my normal, black hair, and not my ash grey skin. Please pay attention to my normal, semi-muscular physique, and not my too long limbs. Please pay attention to my normal, black pants and shirt, rather than the trench coat full of anti-demon weaponry. Please think I am a normal, everyday, person, and not a demon who hunts demons and is being hunted by demons who want his father�s throne that he doesn�t want because he just can�t be bothered. Please.

Some people would say it is ironic for a demon to hunt demons. Some people would say it is ironic for a demon hunter to be being hunted by demons. I say the term ironic is overused and would you please stop following me. It�s rather a nuisance.

Don't really know where I'm going with this yet, mostly focusing on introducing his personality and some of the back story for right now.

10-10-2008, 02:29 PM	#1
Kim adorable Join Date: Sep 2007 Posts: 12,950	Demon Hunter Story It was raining. Not quite a downpour, it was enough to soak your clothes. Lucky me, I had an umbrella. I don�t remember where I got the umbrella. A store? A relative? A stranger? Who knows? Not me. It was a black umbrella that seemed like some sort of sinister mushroom, and as soon as that thought occurred to me, it refused to leave my mind. However, I will not speak on the many strange ideas I had which stemmed from that thought. I will not dwell on the fact that I frequently imagined the umbrella closing and chewing my head off, in spite of the fact that that didn�t sound very mushroom-like at all. I shall not elaborate on the vivid vision of my stump of a neck oozing crimson life onto the ground as my ebony fungus sought out more prey. Or how it would later come into the hands of an old man who knew its secret and locked it away in a vault, only for it to be found by his heirs several generations later, who simply refused to believe their ancestor�s writings on the matter. I will not talk about the tale that wove through my head that rainy day, because those thoughts were weird, and I would hate for you to think I�m weird. Because I would hate for you to think I am weird, I must kindly ask you to ignore such details of my appearance such as the long dead pink flower I had neatly tucked behind my ear, or the high-caliber, silver bullet firing handgun in my right pocket, or even the red pentagram on the black eye patch over my left eye, which was conspicuously missing, considering that eyes are not the kind to go wandering about. Please pay attention to my normal, black hair, and not my ash grey skin. Please pay attention to my normal, semi-muscular physique, and not my too long limbs. Please pay attention to my normal, black pants and shirt, rather than the trench coat full of anti-demon weaponry. Please think I am a normal, everyday, person, and not a demon who hunts demons and is being hunted by demons who want his father�s throne that he doesn�t want because he just can�t be bothered. Please. Some people would say it is ironic for a demon to hunt demons. Some people would say it is ironic for a demon hunter to be being hunted by demons. I say the term ironic is overused and would you please stop following me. It�s rather a nuisance. Don't really know where I'm going with this yet, mostly focusing on introducing his personality and some of the back story for right now. __________________ this post is about how to successfully H the Kimmy