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“The Damned, In the Heart of Ice” is the previous installment of Chloe Bradshaw’s saga.

“How did you think it would end up?” I ask my enemy, my brother.

“I asked my people to warn you. I didn’t want your blood smeared on my sword.”

“I never give up, and it will be your blood on my sword. I will not think twice about killing you, after you banished me.”

“What did you expect me to do? We were brought up as Hunters and a Hunter I shall stay. The only reason why I didn’t kill you was because you are still my sister, even though there is evil blood in your veins now.”

“And for a moment there, I thought you were being humane!”

“Oh, and you think killing people is humane?”

“I have a reason for killing.”

“Right, the hunger controls you, you don’t control it.” He mocks me.

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“The Damned, To the South” is the previous installment of Chloe Bradshaw’s saga.

I remember Antarctica as a desolate place, and also the most beautiful. The sun shines down upon the five of us as we walk non-stop, all the way until we reach the ice.

Two days have passed and we are halfway there. We haven’t seen any other Demons on the way down. The sun stopped shining a day ago. I have zipped up my jacket all the way – the cold zip rubs against my neck – and I have pulled my hood up so you can just make out my eyes. We walk in silence. I know that we are getting closer, for the weather is becoming harsher.

I haven’t been keeping track of the days and now they have seemed to merge together. The weather has been dull with dark clouds filling the sky, there has only been the occasional shower of sunlight.

We have come to the border of Patagonia. Breathtaking scenery often stops us in our tracks. Large trees tower over a clear blue river. In the distance across from the river loom snow-covered mountains that reflect in the water. It’s clear enough to see the large fish swimming freely. I take in a deep breath of clean air and savour it in my lungs.

As we walk down towards Cape Horn – which is right on the end of Patagonia – the scenery changes. The air around turns colder. We stand at the edge of the Southern Ocean, staring into the distance towards Antarctica. The chill of the wind cuts through me, but my Demonic blood makes sure that I am not too cold.

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The previous installment of young Chloe Bradshaw’s saga can be found here.

Some months have now passed. Many a human has been transformed into a Demon. We find willing humans, turn them, teach them how to sustain themselves, and let them go to search for more willing humans.

Meanwhile, no Hunter has revealed anything about their mysterious master and even torture is useless.

I haven’t had word from our friend the shopkeeper. She has closed her business and taken her weapons with her. I can feel the war edging closer each day.

We have to move every two weeks, because having at least five Demons in a city feeding while the new recruits are training isn’t good. Luckily, it only takes about a week of hard training until the newly made Demon can go on his or her own. We can train two Demons at the same time, which gives us extra time.

As of today, Marius, Travis and I have approximately made about sixty Demons. If all has gone well with the others, there will be more Demons than Hunters. (more…)

The previous installment of young Chloe Bradshaw’s saga can be found here.

“You have come to this new world in a time of war” I tell my new Demon recruit.

“War, what do you mean? There is no war.” Travis cuts in. I hold my hand up.

“Please, do not interrupt me,” I see a slight movement of the head – which could be a nod, though I am not overly sure in this light. “As I said, you have come in a time of war. Not a war against humanity, though having said that, it does involve humanity, but a war involving Demons and Hunters. Hunters are hell-bent on destroying every single Demon. They don’t know the full extent of our being and none of them have ever tried to find out. They don’t understand that we only kill because we have to, that we aren’t monsters and they are as bad as we are. They have been busy telling humans about us – those, I presume, whose loved ones died by our hand, for they are never satisfied with the reasons that the police give them. (more…)

The previous installment of teenage Chloe Bradshaw’s dark tale is here.

“Wow, that would be amazing,” Travis responds to my offer of eternal life quickly, but immediately looks the floor, dispirited. “It’s sick, you know.”

“What?”

“Me killing my parents. If somebody would come to me and say that they can turn time back so my parents will still be alive, I’d say no. I can recollect feeling extremely powerful with their blood on my hands. But I don’t want to go around slaughtering people and then going prison for it.”

“But I told you, you will never have to worry about police again.”

“That is impossible.”

“And if I was to argue and say that it is possible then what-” I was cut off by Marius snapping:

“Just tell him straight out!”

“Marius and I are Demons.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Ha, only if. You saw Marius’ eyes, he is hungry for blood. Sorry for being blunt, but you only have two choices. You either let me turn you, or I will have to let Marius kill you.”

“Good choices aren’t they? Either get killed or suffer a life of damnation.”

“I take that as a no, then.”

“I never said that.”

“So you want to become a Demon?”

“Sure, where do I sign?”

Again I find myself smiling at the boy’s cheek, though I know that he is going to be extremely annoying. (more…)

The previous installment of teenage Chloe Bradshaw’s dark tale is here.

I bring out my sword. The metal of the blade reflects light into my companion’s eyes. I give him a malicious smile before plunging the weapon into his stomach. He falls to his knees, blood spilling out of the neatly made hole. I hear him take in his last breath before he lies still. Goodbye, Neo. You asked for this.

“Why did you do that?” Marius asks without much curiosity.

“He was annoying me; I should never have turned him.” I take one last look at Neo’s body and turn away.

“We should get out of this city,” I say.

“You’re right.”

The sun is soon at its highest, shining down on the ordinary people of the world. We have made it far, leaving behind the police. Dark thoughts swim around in my head. (more…)

The previous installment of thirteen-year-old Chloe Bradshaw’s tale is here.

“Don’t worry about me.” I say as I walk toward our den, in the direction of the screams. “Marius, have you brought your sword with you?”

“Yes.”

“If I don’t come back within an hour, run, and whatever you do, don’t look back. Take Neo with you.”

“Alright,” he draws his own sword.

I walk towards the den. I turn the corner and notice a figure standing outside the old abandoned building that I and the others have rendered our own. The figure is holding a dagger.

“I wondered how long you would take to show up.” I can’t make out who it is, though I am certain he is a Hunter and knows who and what I am.

“What do you mean?” I tighten the grip in my sword.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Lilith, you who I am.”

“How do you know my name? Show yourself, Hunter!” (more…)

The previous installment of Chloe Bradshaw’s tale is here.

We, the Demons, came to this world like this:

Thousands of years ago, there were Angels. They were the guardians of the world, when everything used to be sacred. The world was a happy place where darkness couldn’t set foot. It was a time when magic reigned.

People knew about the Angels for they sometimes came down. Once such an Angel visited a dark witch, wanting to try and stop the witch from using Dark Magic. The witch had other things in mind. She chained the Angel to the wall, so she couldn’t escape. The witch then tainted the Angel’s blood with that of her own. It sent the Angel mad, turning her into a demon. The witch, seeing her malevolence at work, decided to carry on doing the evil deed.

After she turned her the third Angel into a demon, her first creation succumbed to its hunger, and nobody saw anything of the witch after that. The former Angels themselves either killed or turned the humans into one of their own. Ever since that day Demons have ruled the earth and stalked the darkness. (more…)