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When he had found out there was a demon lurking around nearby, Lloyd had had no idea how wrong things could go. He did his research, got a pile of holy water and salt and then dug up the design for a devils trap and an exorcist spell thingie, that was total chibberish but apparently did the job, from the depths of a wonderful thing called the internet. He didn't think he would have a hard time with a single demon, after all, he had outwitted several supernatural beings in the past. Alright, two ghosts and a vampire don't count as several to some people but that's just details.
Though none of that really mattered as the male felt pain explode in his shoulder as he landed hard on the asphalt ground after being hurled across the dim lit alleyway. Lloyd really wished he had backup. Pushing the pain and what ifs to the back of his head, the novice hunter got up and tried to run and grab the almost empty bottle of holy water that had been knocked out of his hand after he had dumped some of its contents on the servant of Hell. It had done pretty much nothing but anger the demon in the end.
Almost there. Fingers inches away from touching. And then it was several feet away again as the demon hurled him against a brick wall. The world, or more accurately a dirty alley, swam before him as white blinding pain exploded in his skull. He figured he must've hit his head pretty bad since he felt something wet trickle down his neck as he watched the demon smile at him. Correction: As he watched three fuzzy and identical demons smile at him. For a second, Lloyd wondered where the two others had came from before he felt something choking him. He couldn't breathe.
With panic looming at the edge of his conciousness, Lloyd whimpered as he tried to struggle free. However, that did no darn good as he couldn't move. He couldn't move a muscle and he couldn't breathe despite his lungs craving for air and he didn't want to die. Was that how he was going to kick the bucket? Alone in an alley, killed by a demon? Though, he couldn't deny the fact that most people who chose this life most likely couldn't get an end less pathetic. He chose it. He chose to die alone and there was no one else to blame.
Though none of that really mattered as the male felt pain explode in his shoulder as he landed hard on the asphalt ground after being hurled across the dim lit alleyway. Lloyd really wished he had backup. Pushing the pain and what ifs to the back of his head, the novice hunter got up and tried to run and grab the almost empty bottle of holy water that had been knocked out of his hand after he had dumped some of its contents on the servant of Hell. It had done pretty much nothing but anger the demon in the end.
Almost there. Fingers inches away from touching. And then it was several feet away again as the demon hurled him against a brick wall. The world, or more accurately a dirty alley, swam before him as white blinding pain exploded in his skull. He figured he must've hit his head pretty bad since he felt something wet trickle down his neck as he watched the demon smile at him. Correction: As he watched three fuzzy and identical demons smile at him. For a second, Lloyd wondered where the two others had came from before he felt something choking him. He couldn't breathe.
With panic looming at the edge of his conciousness, Lloyd whimpered as he tried to struggle free. However, that did no darn good as he couldn't move. He couldn't move a muscle and he couldn't breathe despite his lungs craving for air and he didn't want to die. Was that how he was going to kick the bucket? Alone in an alley, killed by a demon? Though, he couldn't deny the fact that most people who chose this life most likely couldn't get an end less pathetic. He chose it. He chose to die alone and there was no one else to blame.