Opium Dreams

Every minute passing perplexed more and more the hunters, the silver demon's movements were not what they have predicted, he did not show any interest in the town or its people, and his calm attitude did not project any eminent unexpected attack, he was as though simply passing by as if the town just happened to be in his way, this was confirmed when he crossed the river that marked the southern border of the town, without as much as breaking a twig. Now this is good news for the town, and the townspeople observing secretively and anxiously from behind closed doors and windows were relieved, there were zero casualties, great, we live to fight another day. This unforeseen revelation, however, was met with a different reaction from the group of hunters, this turn of events created an unwelcome confusion within the ranks, which in turn led to conflicting ideas and reaction, and an unplanned course of action, the crowman, seemingly disappointed and somewhat angry, called the ...

Phase 1: STALKING The bounty hunters quickly gathered around the small stone houses of the village, slowly surrounding the pale demon in a skillful dance-like motion, an ominous dance as if to conjure death itself. They waited maliciously, like vultures stalking a wounded wolf, it was an ugly sight to behold, the hunters seemed sneaky and cowardly, they lost their moral high ground and ''were reduced to a group of filthy scavengers'', the thought disgusted his very core, for he had an entirely different conception of what was happening and how it should happen. For him, the hunt began from the moment he saw it, he saw those maleficent fangs and that striped scythe and knew instantly that he will not turn back, almost like a high of some sort, a surge of hot blood, this was a mission for him, a sacred promise, a prayer, he will kill that beast and he will absolutely not die doing it, and it was this state of mind that made him fearsome, and the beast was ye...

The fire in his eyes burned high and hungry, and the cold winds of the morning only augmented his appetite for the hunt, he was counting the minutes until the break of dawn, the agreed upon signal for the beginning of the hunt, and not any hunt, his first bounty hunt, the thought alone was enough to make him shiver, the the excitement made his eyes burn harder.  He has gone on several hunts before, but he was always accompanied by his master, and he was often tasked with long range support which made him feel secondary and out of action, this was his first solo hunt, and that thought recrossed his mind and made him ecstatic, ''this is it'' he thought, I am in my elements, and he gave a humble prayer to his god for letting him reach this point.  His breath drew near at the sight of his first prey, for a casual bystander the roles would be clearly defined; his prey was a creature of huge physique and monstrous swords, he was a demon soul easily ten times the si...

   He sat on the edge of a flat surfaced rock in front of the cave, a little gloomy but nonetheless focused and composed, he felt shivers as the cold chill of the northern wind hit his back, announcing ominously the departure of the Sun, and the inevitable arrival of the night.   'it has been a long day' he thought to himself, even though he didn't keep count, the sun was generous that day, all the more reason to be afraid of the dark, he took his dagger out of his pocket, it was still dripping, little red drops of fresh blood, he frowned at the misfortune, 'my pocket is now all dirty and smelly' he said with a hint of discomfort, two meters to his right side laid the body of a beast, dead and markedly injured throughout, its throat visibly slit and still pouring hot blood in progressively weakening thrusts, the beast gave its last jerks and went cold, the hunter looked at it, 'you hear that' he said mockingly, 'at least you managed to foul my cloth...

We've been doing this shit for too damn long, you get tired, so you revitalize, then you get tired again, then one day you get excited, then you get tired again, but practice makes perfect right?, so your tolerance increases, but it's too damn long, almost infinite, sooner or later you get tired again, so you try to revitalize and go to your roots, you know discover who you are and why and all that nonsense, but you're empty, nothing is in there surprise surprise!!, nothing but fancy words and meaningless memories, you're still tired so you go to sleep, 8 hours, you wake up just a little bit rejuvenated, you start again, you see new faces, go new places, have different experiences, but it's still the same, that tire that just never goes away, that melancholy that drives your inclination towards sad movies and dark rooms, that horror that attacks violently when you're alone and defenceless, then you get tired of it all, so you go to sleep, 8 hours, this time le...