My hatred for myself and life consumes me. I am the last remaining Demon Fighter. Men and Women have used dark magic to purify the water, we were fine with whiskey. But now those Demons I swore to fight are back. Hungry for the Heart of Steel that lives in every fighter, by the use of magic. I understand I have to explain. And that’s what I’ll do. My name is Jaik Kueye. And I’m the flipping Devil.

Part one: Almost

(split by a couple of paragraphs)

“First Battalion, Second Squadron. Attention to Marks!” My commander screams. Myself, along with the rest of my comrades step up.

“Now son, remember what we practiced.” The officer says to a soldier.

“Sir.” I say.

“What Kueye?”

“Permission to lead?”

“Granted.”

A battle cry grows at the back of my throat and it lets itself free. We run into battle screaming. The other side, so orderly, so perfect is caught off guard. I take my spear, stabbing people as I race by. A glowing figure appears, riding on a horse. The officers son runs to him, trying to take him down. But the glowing man grips him by the throat and cracks his neck. Me and my officer “Marks.” I think. Me and Marks scream in agony. He looks at me across the battlefield in surprise. “Losing a soldier is like losing a family member.” I cast my mind through the screams of pain, hoping by some means it can reach him. We lock eyes. He nods. Once and only once.

The world freezes. That glowing figure? Is covered in Steelalic armor. Rare. Too rare. Grabbing a dead man’s spear, I spin them, duel handed in a fluid movement. Cutting down all in my way. I reach the range of death and jump. I can see the fear in the man’s eyes as he realizes that I am ALMOST, so close to killing him. My spears penetrate his armor and cut through his horse as well, like butter. A red hot anger cuts through me and I flip my spears to blade end and stab him. Again and again. The whole battlefield stops. Only this time they’re staring at me. I take the man’s armor triumphantly and slide it on. It morphs for a moment to fit to my shape and I stand there. I’m the glowing figure now.

Part two: Then

After the battle, everyone cheers, yelling, “We won. We won!” But I stand in the back of the camp, tending to a dying fire. “Jaik, I’d like a word with you.” I look up to find Marks. I stand at attention but he waves it away. “Why did you so violently kill my son’s killer?” I cast my eyes over to the armor. “Losing a soldier is like losing a member of your family. Blood bonds and all that.” He just nods.

“I’d like to show my appreciation by this.”

He holds out a badge that reads, “Department of Evil Monster Owing Newkiller. D.E.M.O.N.”

“What does Owning Newkillers mean?”

He gestures to the armor and pulls ou a sword and shield. “Mark Newkiller. Version 6 weaponry.” I stare at him in confusion and disbelief. “Your acronym makes no sense by thank you sir.” He chuckles lightly.

“Welcome to the Demon Killer Society. Or as you know D.E.M.O.N. You start tomorrow.” With that he walks away.

Interlude:

It’s been a year since I joined D.E.M.O.N. I learned to kill demons. Rumors have swirled that the seas have become saltless. But I have excelled. And they were right. It was the day I died that I became the Last demon killer. And saw my first demon.

Part three: Now

Rain slammed the rooftop of the barn. A monstrous roar emanates. Blending with the thunder. Then I see it. I run with my armor towards it. It is pitch black with deep golden eyes. Smooth scales run across it and a forked tongue slithers out its mouth. It’s legs are the size of me. I yank my sword out of the mud and jump. My improved strength pushes me above the Demon. I slice my sword in its eye and hang on for dear life. I slam my shield in its other eye, trying to force it blind. It bucks and shifts. I go flying. The sword is still in its eye. A scar runs across the other. I get up off the ground to see that thing rushing at me. A young girl screams as lightning his the overroof, knocking debree. It stops in its tracks, slowly moving towards the girl. I slide over and push the girl out of the way. Throwing the shield, its jaws snap close. The shield goes through and it falls onto me. Killing me.

Now for my deeds I don’t got heaven, I go to the opposite. I go to the underworld to live the rest of my days. I killed the real devil down there but that’s a story for another day. I say goodbye to you and I’ll see you down there in the fire and brimstone.

To be continued to short story two.

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