The Demon Hunter Diary

(Disclaimer: The following material is all original. The name of the first Act, Phantom Overture, was used by a friend of mine on this site, in his story called The House Wars. Let it be known that I created that name, and let him use it. Upon his recent decision to stop writing the series, I am taking it back.)

**The Demon Hunter Diary**
*Act 1: Phantom Overture*
*Scene 2: Longing for More*

Augustine, Harry, and Kirsty made their way towards the display of lights known as Daelean. In the night, the flickering toches looked almost like a swarm of fireflies, hovering constantly before them. Just minutes before, Augustine had laid to waste a group of thugs attempting to rape the girl he now strode with. Augustine was a selfish, greedy soul, but if there was one thing he had no stomach for, it was forcing yourself onto a woman. Murder? Fine. Stealing? Fine. But if a woman says no, then stay the fuck off. Even someone like Augustine had a soul. Normally, if he helped someone, he'd expect something in a return. Money, an object, female company. But he felt bad for Kristy.

For you see, rape is something that haunts Augustine's past. It is something he tries to block out of his head. It is the one aspect of his younger years that still angers him.

Augustine thought about his past as the trio walked through the dark, getting closer and closer to the city. The mercenary was deep in thought; lost even. It wasn't until he felt a nudge that he realized Harry had been speaking to him.

"Hm?" Augustine grunted as he was brought back into reality. Harry sighed in frustration as he rolled his eyes.

"Have you listened to a single thing I've said?" Harry asked with irritation in his voice, his eyes narrowed to further his visual point.

"No. Why? Was it something important?" Augustine said as he stroked a hand through his hair, not caring much for Harry's words. His companion gave another sigh and simply said "drop it." Augustine shrugged it off and kept walking. His thought drifted to the girl with them, and what they were going to do with her. "So, where's your house? We'll take you there." He offered. The girl turned and offered a small smile.

"Thank you sir, but it's not necessary. I live on the outer parts of the city. Once we're through the gates, it won't take me long to get home." She said, not wanting to bother the hatchet throwing savior.

"Fine." He said, no kindness in his voice. His attempt at being sincere went nowhere, so Augustine figured he'd just stick to his usual manners. The girl caught wind of his emotions, and left him alone. Before they knew it, they were at the gates.

As they passed through the gate, they were instantly bombared by four patrollers. Each wore a set of armor, complete with a steel skull cap, spears, and crossbows.

"A little late to be out hm?" One guard asked inquisitively. He recieved only an icy stare from Augustine, who was in no mood for games. "Let's see what we've got..." He said, surveying the trio. "A bum... a hunter... and..." He began, but stopped on Kristy, unsure of what to say. "A whore?" He guessed with a grin. The girl only narrowed her eyes, knowing that if she laid a hand on the man, she'd be arrested.

"Move." Augustine said simply.

"Why the fuck should I... sir?" He asked with a scowl. All the man laughed, and still, Augustine offered only a stare.

"I'll say it again. Move." Augustine said once more.

"Please just move sir. I must be getting home." Kristy said, trying to resolve the conflict.

"How bout' you suck my dick?" The knight said, his eyes looking over the girl. With the cloak she pulled around her, not too much of her nude body was visable, but enough that he held interest. Suddenly, the man dropped his spear and was lifted into the air. Augustine held him up with his right hand gripping the knight's throat. The man struggled as the other three knights looked in awe.

"Do you know who I am?" Augustine said before throwing the man down to the ground. "I'm Augustine. The slayer hired to kill the creature." He said with authority. Instantly, the four guards grew pale. The three standing straightened up and held their spears to the chests. Augustine still just looked on at the knight who crossed him. "Now, will you move? Or should I let the Uuraji kill you all one by one?" He said with a grin. Immediatly, the fourth knight scrambled up and straightened like the others.

"Please forgive me Mr. Augustine. I was unaware." He said hurridly. Augustine merely nodded and walked in, Kristy and Harry following. "Fucker." Kristy muttered as she walked past the guard.
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Tick...

Tock...

Tick...

Tock...

The pendulum of the great grandfather clock swung back and forth, emitting the same sound every second. Theodore Fernson, mayor of Daelean, sat in his large, plush chair, and looked off into space, his mind completely blank. He waited and waited for his slayer to arrive, but all he did was wait for hours. Apparently, Harry wasn't the best runner to send.

To his left on the desk before him lay messy plates, filled with bones and the tops of strawberries. Across from him was his massive grandfather clock, which he kept his gaze fixated on. Several potted plants filled the room, the mayor enjoying the feeling of being around nature. With him in the room were two guards, each holding a spear, and each having a crossbow slung over their backs. With the recent creature attacks, every single knight roamed the streets at night, watching for the creauture.

Suddenly, a knock came on his door. He raised his head and nodded to a guard, who opened it. Waiting there was Orion, his daughter's bodyguard and liutenant of his forces.

"Ah, Orion. Come in my boy." Theodore said, always thinking of Orion as the son he never had. He was the kind of man who always wanted a son, but got nothing but daughters. One tragic night though, as his second daughter was being born, it was a stillbirth. But along with the baby went his wife, Loretta. That moment made Theodore set himself for greatness. A few years later, he became mayor.

"Hello sir." Orion said, giving a small bow. "The slayer has arrived." Theodore gave a smile and stood up.

"Good good. Give Harry his gold and bring the slayer in." Theodore said. Orion acknowledged his order, and left the room, soon to be replaced by Augustine. Theodore's eyes widened as the man entered, as he expected much less.

Augustine had his cloak back, and looked quite menacing as he entered. His hood was on, his face veiled by shadows. Under the cloak, the gleam of the silver hatchets shone brightly. Theodore gave an impressed smile and extended his hand to an empty chair on the other side of the desk.

"Please, sit." He said. Augustine silently nodded and sat. Theodore did the same, keeping his smile wide. "Drink?" He asked motioning to a bottle of Silvermoon, a drink Augustine called "Pussy Water," due to it's weakness compated to Kragg. Restraining laughter, Augustine managed to say "No thank you." Theodore went ahead and poured two glasses anyways, and drank his immetiatly.

"So. You'll take the job?" Theodore said, getting to the point.

"Maybe." Augustine began. "One problem though." Theodore raised an eyebrow as though to ask what. "Ten is too little for killing an Uuraji. I require at least fifty." Augustine said, keeping a straight face even as Theodor nearly choked on his drink.

"Fifty?!" Theodore said with a loud voice. The two guards stepped closer to get on either side of Augustine, but Theodore held out a hand to hold them at bay. "Fifty gold pieces? That's absurd!"

"No, it isn't. We're dealing with a creature known as an Uuraji. It's a powerful nethercreature that can meld with shadows and has a hide as hard as steel. Killing it will take a lot of skill, and by doing so, I endanger my own life. Ten is just simply not enough." He explained. Theodore sighed, not wanting to give in to these demands.

"How about a deal...? Twenty-five?" He offered.

"Fifty."

"Thirty-five."

"Fifty."

"Fourty!"

"No." Augustine said, ending the bargaining. "Fifty or I leave and let more people die. Take it or leave it." Augustine said, standing up to illustrate his point. Theodore sighed again and lowered his head, not wanting to see his own hand extending.

"Deal... Fifty it is."

The two shook.
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Far away from Daeleen, on another continent in the vast world of Lethia, there stood another kingdom. The skies are a deep purple, with splashes of a dark blue and clouds of dark gray, as if there was always a looming storm. Pillars of jagged rock littered the landscape, and tall mountains ruled the land. Even as you neared the continent, the ocean water around it darkened and darkened until it was a deep, deep bluish purple.

Atop one of the tallest mountains rested a fortress. It's beautifully sculped frame was concealed by a tall wall of spined rock, a natural defence. The fortress itself rested inside the crater made by a meteor many moons ago. The meteor was broken apart, and a fortress was built in it's resting hole. It was a thing of dark beauty; many decorative spires positioned around a central tower, the heads of cannons poking out every few stories. It was like a rose... It had it's looks, but it had it's thorns...

In the rocky courtyard stood as few as two hundred warriors, all going through training exorcises. The warriors donned in black swung their swords in the motions of the commander who stood before them. Their helmets concealed their faces, allowing only their eyes to show.

However, alongst the hundreds of warriors, two stood out the most. Both atop black furred horses, the two generals surveyed the forces, watching every move of their training. One was tall, clad in royal blue robes with white lining and silver shoulder plates. A silver emblam held in place a body sash of white, the symbol of a fist protruding from the silver circle. His face was young, full of life. Atop his head was a black, wide-rimmed hat, the outside of which was covered with talon shaped blades, making the hat look like a buzzsaw.

The other man was smaller, but built like a mammoth. His shoulders were broad, and his arms full of mustle. His armor was black, covering most of his body. His hair was long and black, tied at a ponytail near the end of it's length. At his waist rested a large axe, and slung over his back a quiver of short spears, almost like javelins, but not as small. This man was Malneras, emperor of the land known as Zhon. The young man at his side was his apprentice known as Kor' Toran.

"My lord-" Kor'Toran began. "They look a bit sloppy in their formation and right swing." He said, looking over the sea of heads.

"I agree. They need a new instructor..." Malneras said, nodding to Kor'Toran. Removing his hat, the young man nodded, and threw his hat like a frisbee. The headwear spun through the air on a slightly curved path. It went far to the left, then turned right, towards the instructor. The buzzsaw hat sliced through the man's unarmored neck, decapitating the warrior. The hat continued it's circle and returned to Kor'Toran, who grabbed it with ease and returned it to the top of his head. The frightened soldiers turned to look upon the Emperor and apprentice, who looked on with steady eyes.

"Liutenant Vendran, you are in charge of the exorcises. Have the body of Liutenant Assima taken to the morgue for spare parts. A soldier nodded, threw the body over his shoulder, grabbed the head, and ran off, whilst a man in a black cape took the dead man's place. He removed his cape and began the exorcises, doing them properly.

"Much better." Kor'Toran said with a smile. Malneras nodded and ordered his horse to move on.

"Our soldiers must be the best in the world. I will accept nothing less Kor'Toran. If you should ever fail me, you'll be the one without a head." Malneras warned.

Kor'Toran silently nodded in understanding as the two men made their way back to the tower.
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Outside of the city walls, Raeleen and Patricia made their way to Raeleen's secret location. It was hard to sneak past the numerous guards, but everything worked out fine. Raeleen had concealed two daggers under her cloak incase of danger, though she doubted any. With her best friend at her side, the two neared the spot.

"So, are you going to tell me what you found?" Patricia said with curiosity. Her friend only smiled and kept walking. Patricia knew Raeleen wouldn't talk, so she just the silence stay. They went deeper and deeper into the wilderness, passing a small stream that was alive with fish.

"So, what do you think of this new slayer coming to the city?" Raeleen asked, growing less fond of the awkward silence.

"I'm excited. I want that creature dead, and a specialist is exactly what's needed." Patricia said with confidence. "Plus, it'll be nice to see a face other than yours, Orion's, and father's." She said, not knowing fully what she said.

"Well, if you're tired of my face..." She said jokingly, stressing 'tired.' Patricia put an arm around her and pulled her closer as they walked.

"Oh you know that isn't what I meant." Patricia said. Raeleen smiled and blushed as Patricia pulled her closer.

Unknown to Patricia, Raeleen didn't just think of her as a best friend. They had known eachother since they were very young, and once Raeleen hit age fourteen, she realized she liked Patricia as more than a friend. She accepted the fact she was a lesbian, and her parents were supportive. She was lucky. Most parent's shunned homosexuality, but her mother and even her father were fine with it. "It doesn't change who you are as a person," Her father would say. But even as the long four years past by, Raeleen never made a full-on move on Patricia, mostly out of fear. Raeleen knew Patricia was straight, mostly because she would come to Raeleen for guy advice, which she could never help much with. All these years, she held that secret, waiting for the right moment to reveal it.

Finally, the two reached the location.

The two girls walked up a large hill, aiming for the top. Patricia often glanced a bewildered look to her guide, who only returned a smile. Finally, atop the hill, they saw it...

...the most beautiful thing either of them have ever seen...

Below them was a thin woodland of lush trees, with the same stream flowing through it. Fireflies danced around the trees, illuminating them like modern day Christmas lights. Patricia was speechless as she looked on at the natural marvel. Raeleen, though familiar with the sight, was also speechless. Neither of them spoke. Rather, they just absorbed the sight. The two girls sat down on the hill and gazed out upon the landscape. With the moon shining above, it was a perfect night.
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Augustine and Harry made their way down the street, "on the patrol" for the Uuraji, when in reality, they were headed for the tavern. In the distance, they saw a wooden sign with the crude picure of a mug of ale on it.

Harry and Augustine entered the small pub, and were instantly overrun by the sound of upbeat piano, conversation, and belches. Scowling in disgust, Harry took a seat next to a rather large man, and ordered a bottle of Kragg. Upon seeing the expensive drink, the large man turned to Harry.

He was tall, almost six-six. His body was rippled with muscle, but slowly forming was a "beer belly." His face was graced with scars, one in particular going from his left ear, all the way to the lower right side of his face. He had a large beard and bald head, he wore a brown peasant’s shirt, and sheathed at his waist was what appeared to be a scimitar.

"Evenin' sir." He said drunkenly to Harry, who offered a fake smile and quickly turned back to Augustine, who took the seat on the other side of him. "What's your name?" He asked. Harry ignored the drunk and brought up what the mayor had recently said to him about the Uuraji. "You don't like to talk?" He asked Harry, unrelenting in starting a conversation. Finally, Harry couldn't stand it anymore. He turned to the giant and yelled:

"No, I don't like talking to drunken fools! I don't even know who you are, and also, I couldn't care... You old fucking has been." He said harshly, turning back to Augustine who was perplexed. Augustine stood and walked to the man, who looked defeated.

"Don't mind him. He's just cranky." Augustine said, patting the man on the shoulder. "My name's Augustine."
He said, extending his hand. The man smiled, and grasped it tightly.

"Name's Groga." The giant said, shaking his new friend's hand. "So, whatcha doin' in a bar so late at night?" He asked. Augustine merely shrugged, grabbed the Kragg, and took a swig.

"I'm supposed to be hunting that creature, but I wanted a drink first." He said with a smile. "What about you?"

"Oh don't talk to that fucking loser..." Harry said in disgust. Augustine raised an eyebrow and turned to Harry, then Groga.

"Loser?" Augustine asked in curiosity.

"Sigh... Aye... I am a loser. I was once the champion of the arena... Everyone loved me..." He said, holding back tears. "I beat everyone I faced, and always gave them te' grace o' mercy..." He said before taking a drink of ale. "Then, some punk came in, challanged me for teh' title..."

"And he lost like an amatuer." Harry said, finishing the sentence.

"Aye..." Groga said in self-disgust.

"I didn't know there was an arena here." Augustine said with false interest; he merely tried to sway the subject.

"Aye. About a mile from here. Everyone goes to place bets and take their shots at the title. Teh' current champ is too tough though.. He took it from the guy who took it from me. Mean mother fucker. Calls himself Johannis. The guy who beat me was a sorcerer, and he got his ass handed to him by Johannis." He said, taking another drink of ale. "Yall should come tomarrow. I'm going."

"What's the point? You'll just lose." Harry said. Augustine shushed him and turned to Groga, offering a smile.

"Sure, I'll come down." Augustine said, giving Groga's thigh a pat. Augustine grabbed the bottle of Kragg, raised his hood, and grabbed Harry to leave. "We must be going now. Got us a creature to find." He said, dismissing himself. Groga nodded a farewell and returned to his ale. Meanwhile, outside...

"What was with that?" Harry asked Augustine who returned with a confused stare.

"What was what?"

"You were being nice to that guy. You don't seem like the nice guy type." Harry said, noticing that Augustine returned to his usual distant, "badass" manners once outside. "You seem like the 'in it for myself and no one else/ person."

"Well, I am." He said simply.

"Then why were you so nice to that loser?" Harry asked. "Pity?"

"No. When I patted his leg, I stole his money pouch."

END OF SCENE 2: LONGING FOR MORE


PREVIEW OF SCENE 3: VISITING THE ARENA

The crowd cheered in excitement as the combatant entered. He donned full leather armor; chest, bracers, boots, shoulder pads, the works. In his hand was a large morning star, which he raised above his head with a battlecry. The crowd cheered him on, but inside they all knew, he was as good as dead. Johannis would murder the poor guy.

The cheers stopped as Johannis entered. His upper body was immensely large, rippled with mustles. His four legs were large as well, but joined backwards. Two large horns emmerged from his head and pointed outwards like a bull's. His large tail thrashed around the back of his body, slamming into the sandy ground and sending small sandstorms into the air.

The challanger nearly pissed himself as his foe entered, a pair of wicked maces in his hands. He stared down what may very well be his envoy of death.

Johannis... the arena champion... the centaur.


AUTHOR'S NOTE:
For those who are waiting for it, you can expect some "action" in the next chapter. This IS an ADULT fan fiction site, so I won't disappoint.
Chao.