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ForevaXena's FanFic . . . Circle Of
Hatred
Drop an E-mail to me at SeoMoonDreams89@aol.com to comment on this story! Part 2 Demon Hunters. They were a group of humans who vowed to kill every demon in the world and rid the world of demons. Using multiple fighting forms, spells and magic, they managed to destroy every demon they saw. Their ultimate goal was to cleanse the world of demons and have mankind life on their lives without fear of the evil creatures of the night. They harbored intense hatred for all Demons and other abnormalities. They basically hated anything that didn’t reflect their views on humankind. Demons were…threatening the race and not worthy to even exist. Weird humans who associated with them were also killed, if they refused to reciprocate to the cult’s views. Years ago, they were once in their powerful glory days. A man, who called himself “Mortacaesar” meaning King of Humans, had quickly raised among the demon hunters and named himself leader. As soon as he assumed his power, demons were slaughtered by the hundreds and thousands of humans died as they were in the way or simply because they were not the kind of humans Mortacaesar considered worthy to exist. The cult grew in numbers and their spiritual powers increased exceptionally and they were able to summon up many powerful magic to defeat the demons that were usually more powerful than a human. What was ironic was that Mortacaesar strived to perfect the world in his views, but he himself was what he hated with a passion. He was half demon, but a very weak one. The demon half of him was recessive and the human half was dominant therefore his powers were cut in half and he was pretty much a human with a demonic temper and he had a terrifying eye that people dubbed as, Evil eye. Had the demon half stayed dominant…the evil eye would give him powers of some kind. But no, he had to suffer the constant pestering of the humans because of his eye. He grew to hate the demons because he believed they had no right to be with humans. They had condemned him to this horrible fate to be a half breed among cruel humans. He did indeed have a major target, Alex. He mostly focused on finding and killing Alex because she was the only demon to defy him and remain alive for so long. Why he even bothered to go after her, the reason still remains unknown to today. But something must have pissed him off so badly that he made the entire cult search for Alex and her huge demon army. It was the only demon group that defeated him not once but thrice. It was clear he hated Alex with a passion even before he came to power, for the first thing he ordered as soon as he gained power, was to DESTROY ALEX somehow… One day, as they were at the peak of their careers, Mortacaesar simply disappeared. With his disappearance, there was no one powerful enough to control the Demon Orb, which was an object that he drew his powers from. It supplied him with immeasurable strength and powers and aided him and he used it against the Demons. With the Orb, he powered the hunters and sent them on to massacre Demons everywhere. But only a person of powerful mind and spirit could use the Demon Orb. Therefore, without the Orb to increase their powers, and keep them going…they grew exhausted from using spells and the Demons took advantage of this and overcame them. But the remaining hunters fled with the orb…and hid. Or so as legend tells…whether the story as you just read was true or…just simply a theory behind the Demon Hunter’s origin made by someone, the truth remains hidden even from us today. Today, they lurked around…and made trouble occasionally. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The next day dawned and Camille awoke with a yawn. Robyn was still asleep next to her and Camille got on to her feet and wrapped a long silky kimono around her naked body. The sound of gentle chirping was heard outside and Camille walked to the other side of the King-Sized bed they had recently purchased. The Queen sized bed was a bit too small for the tall Camille and yesterday night, the new mattress size had arrived. “…Robyn?” She gently shook the sleeping
figure. But no response hailed from the lump in the bed. “C’mon…” “Hmm…?” Robyn mumbled, and turned to her
other side, dragging the heavy top blanket over her head. Camille couldn’t
help but smile at the blonde’s carefree and laziness. Somewhere, a meow peeped
out and Camille turned to face, Pepper, a tabby cat they had found.
“Hey…girl. Hold on willya? Robyn’ll be up in a minute to feed ya.” “Robyn? Wake up and smell the coffee or rather, me.” Camille reached out and pulled down the blanket, exposing Robyn’s naked skin to the morning air. Robyn automatically shuddered and out came a hand searching for the blanket. Sunshine from a nearby window shone on Robyn’s peach skin and made it seem like it turned gold. “Uh-uh! Girl, you gotta get up off your ass.” She chuckled at the blonde’s attempt. “Unhh…5 more min…5 more min…”
Robyn mumbled sleepily. Deciding this was hopeless, Camille went straight to the
bathroom. Later she emerged, showered and dressed, and carrying a cold, wet
dripping rag. She then plastered it on the abdomen and watched as it took
effect. As soon as it landed on Robyn, she awoke with a yell. The goddamn rag
was so frickin’ ICY COLD! Camille watched amusedly as Robyn shot her a glare
and slapped the rag aside. “Wow…I can’t believe you’re alive! I was
about to call the morgue…” “Har har…very funny.” Robyn said sarcastically. Then she glanced over at the digital clock next to the bed, it read; 8:00 a.m. “Oh shit…”Robyn quickly grabbed some shirt and pants and rushed into the bathroom. “Damn! I can’t believe you didn’t wake me up sooner! Class is in an hour!” “Whaat?? I tried to!” But Robyn didn’t hear this as she had already gotten in the shower. Camille sighed and headed to the kitchens and started to fry some eggs and bacon. Then she placed them on the wooden table and she pulled out a small packet of uh…animal blood and chugged it down. A few minutes later Robyn had been seen rushing to the table with a pair of denim jeans and a white top and she had a black leather jacket halfway on her back. “Uhh, I’ll need to take ‘em on the go. Thanks honey and uh…can you pick me up for lunch?” “Sure…”Camille
said. “Time?” “Oh…uh twelve. Love you, bye.” Robyn rushed to give Camille a quick peck on the lips but Camille’s hands reached out and pulled Robyn back into her embrace, tilted Robyn’s perfectly shaped face upwards and she placed a deeper and passionate kiss upon the soft lips she loved. Robyn responded with a soft moan and started to kiss back with equal passion. Then her cell phone rang, bringing both back to reality and Robyn stole another look at her lover and turned off the cell. It had rung simply because Robyn had previously pre-programmed it to ring whenever it was thirty minutes before a special event. “…Bye, Cam.” “Bye…” Camille called after her. Every time Robyn left for work, Camille couldn’t wait until she came back. The time in between her leave and arrival, was simply like being in hell because it literally felt like her whole life just left her. When Robyn returned, it was like a long lost lover finally reunited with the other half of her soul. Camille was amazed on how much power love had on her and Robyn. She had never felt like this when she was Alex, because Alex just used and used to get what she wanted. Alex simply used and exploited her female-ness to get what she needed and wanted. But back as human, she still never had experienced this with all her boyfriends and …girlfriends she ever had while she was still human. They were more of like a …friendship and hormones gone crazy. When Robyn was gone, even for a second, Camille would start feeling anxious and impatient. She couldn’t even take her mind off Robyn not even for a second, and every milli-second was spent with her thoughts on Robyn. She felt a sense of want and need within herself and dang, it was intolerable until…Robyn came back. Then, the feeling of Robyn beneath her arms would cure it immediately for as long as they remained intact. Soon as they broke free, Camille would feel like wanting to stay in the hug or like, hug her forever because it simply was a great feeling and a feeling she didn’t want to end. Unfortunately life went on and they had other responsibilities to take care of. Robyn
felt the same way and she had told Camille this a year ago. The times spent
apart was like suffering in hell but it made all the more reason to come home to
each other and with all the energy pent up inside them from being anxious, they
could release it by relieving their needs together. Damn, what could she do for the next four hours? It felt like years to Camille but yet, life went on and she kept glancing at the clock only to be disappointed that only a second went by so far. Putting on some white top and jeans, she hopped in the red Eclipse that Robyn left at home, and pulled the car in drive and headed for Isolation. Finally she arrived and she parked the car in a spot she thought was safe, and she made her way inside the bar. Troy was still behind the counter, drying glasses and yelling at some people to get rid of a drunk that had passed out in the corner. “Hey Cam…can I help you?” “One
fresh, donated only.” She sat on a long black stool. Troy placed the glass of
freshly donated blood in front of her and let out a sigh. “Man…this owning a
bar, is no fun ride, ya know?” “Tell me about it.” She took a long
drink from the glass. The bar wasn’t that full since it was about daytime and
most demons didn’t like being seen in the open day. A couple of people were
chatting drunkenly in a corner about some ‘girls ain’t no fun nemore…’
crap. “…Yesterday, those guys who busted your door and killed a couple of
demons here…” “Oh them…” He said darkly. “Demon Hunters, I could tell. They had this tattoo on their foreheads. What ‘bout them?” “…Funny how they seem to be cockier
now…” “Oh yeah…heard their activity been
taking an increase and…strange stuff been happenin’ an lots a demons back in
Riverdale got killed.” “Really…interesting.” “Dunno if this’s supposed to mean that
they finally found their so called leader potential or whatever…” “It’d be really bad if they really resume their ways.” She mumbled. “…Do you know why or what is the reason behind this increase?” “…probably…’cause they’re tired
of waiting and hidin’…but I best warn you, better stay outta sight an’
uh…maybe leave town. I got a bad feelin’ about this ya know?” “Yeah me too…” She said. Another
drink was taken from the glass and she licked her lips, “…I got a bad
feelin’ this is just the beginning…the yesterday thing was but a small
part…nothing compared to what might be coming…” “Oh yeah…I was actually thinkin’ of
consulting someone who specializes in witchcraft or somethin’ like that…and
get this place protected or somethin’.” “Nice…” “You could bring your girl here an’
we’d be happy to have her here…”
“Thanks…but ah, I think we should just…wait.”
She said carefully. “Troy, I need you to think carefully, back when we
were…uh, not ourselves, can you recall anything about them?” “Y-You mean when I was A-Aries?” He
stammered. This was not going where he wanted and this was an especially
sensitive subject to him. She nodded and he closed his eyes. “…Another
attack! Rein City has fallen!” A demon announced. Alex shouted, “GET MY
HORSE! We’ll go down there…”
“Aye! Arog comes! “Aries shouted back. Alex whirled around to face
the approaching demon, he was in terrible shape and barely walking.
“…A-Alex…we…we failed.” He whispered just as he fell and Alex made a
grab for his head. “…He…he’s THERE.” Arog said as he lay there, and
died. A low growl rumbled from Alex’s throat and in her fury, she lept onto a
horse and urged it forward to the ruins of Rein City.
As soon as she arrived, she could see the entire city was in shambles and
ruin. Flames everywhere consumed the houses and buildings. Bodies of humans and
demons were lying around and Alex dismounted her horse to observe the
surroundings more. As she looked on farther in the midst of smoke and fire, she
saw HIM, her only greatest enemy. They had never met face to face before but yet
she knew it was him who did this for he was right there among the people who
were burning things down. He
was mounted on a black steed and he was smugly smiling and chatting with some of
his followers about something that seemed to be funny to them. Somehow, to her,
he seemed familiar but she couldn’t make out where she could have met him.
Finally standing up, with clenched fists and jaws, she yelled out, “YOU!
I’LL DESTROY YOU!”
Instantly his head turned to face the direction of where he heard a voice
shout at him. Aries felt a chill run through his spine, he was a few feet behind
Alex and the person mounted on the horse had looked at him and there was
something weird about his eye. It wasn’t normal at all and when you were
looked at with it, it made you feel small and weak. Like something about the eye
made you feel like he was somehow more powerful than you were. He
twisted a foul expression, obviously of pure hatred and dislike, “Alex…”He
whispered, his voice so full of hatred and malice. Alex was taken back for a
minute, how did this fuckin’ stranger even know who she was? She didn’t even
remember meeting him at all. During her conquest of the world she had always
wore a mask and only her commanding ranks knew of her true face. No one outside
her army knew who or what she looked like.
“Alex…” He seemed to repeat as if the name itself was a curse.
“How disgusting that you should show yourself. But all is good, for I will
destroy you…and make you pay.” He spat on the ground in front of Alex who
had no clue what the hell he was talking about but she felt her hatred and anger
rise inside her. The beast inside her would soon take over and she would rip the
asshole into pieces like he deserved. The men behind him advanced slowly with
him and Alex tensed up, unmasking her demonic self. Eyes grew blood red and
pointed teeth began to develop. She bared her teeth at him and he frowned in
disgust at what was before him. “Before you die, you should know that I’m
Mortacaesar…” “…an’ that’s when I saw him…the leader of them all. But uh…I thought he disappeared an’ the rest of ‘em just…lost their path.” Troy was relieved that he was finished recalling a memory he wanted so long to forget. Blue
eyes were staring at him intently and he felt it bore through his skull. Camille
placed her head into her hands and sighed, “That’s pretty much what I
remember too…but uh, did you notice he had some kind of weird staff?” “…uh I think so. A blue orb
like thingy onto a clawed black staff?” “Yeah
that. I think that was the source of his power. But I don’t know…well
anyways I need to get goin’ and pick my girl up. Do watch your back ‘kay? We
don’t know what the hell they’re up to so meanwhile, we should be
careful…” “Yep. Take care.” He
collected her empty glass and put it away with the other dirty dishes. “Come
again, soon.”
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