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I knew I had to go somewhere. There was someone that needed my help. Don't ask me how I know, it's something I can't explain. Whenever someone's in danger I'm just... there. It's a sort of instinct I guess...
Most people don't see me. They don't know that, that one time they thought they heard something walking behind them, following them, that the thing following them wasn't just some low-life on the street or an alley cat looking for some food. The things in the dark, the shadows that move on their own, the things dogs bark at or that make babies cry while staring into the dark corners of their nurseries: demons.
Ahhh whoops this is pretty rough, but it gets better I swear.
Thanks for reading!
-Carly
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The Demon Hunters
FantasyDemon Hunters: the forgotten legends. Once, there were great stories, songs and paintings that told tales about the Demon Hunters. They were valiant warriors who protected the weak and were admired for their courage and bravery throughout the world...
