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Category Archives: fiction
The Damned, In the Heart of Ice
I walk closer to the edge of the cliff and turn around so that I am facing my comrades. I salute them, and fall back.
The Damned, To the South
I look at the house where I, like on most days, slaughtered yet again another innocent human being.
The Damned, The Only Plan Left
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.
The Damned, Eager to Feed
"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."
The Damned, A New Blood
"What have you done?”
“If I told you, you would think of me as a monster.”
The Damned, The Birth of the Demons
More fool the human race; they will never be safe now. Unspeakable evil awaits them in the shadows.
Hand Cat Wife
So where do I begin? My birth? No. Let us never speak of it again.
The Damned, Hunters and Demons
The only downside to this life are the Hunters, otherwise known as Demon Slayers.
The Damned, Blood on the Snow