hamshanks
Apprentice of Doom
okay, this isnt really a fan fic, but it's a story about a demon hunter, DMC inspired me to write this, and im going to continue writing more
“The Demon Inside”
Prologue
If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were only necessary to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being, and who is willing to destroy his own heart?
Alexander Solzhenitsyn
Do we make ourselves evil? Or does evil grow inside of us? Few people acknowledge this, and even fewer make the choice between good and evil. The choice was forced upon me…
My name is Victor, but everyone knows me as “The Apprentice of Doom.” I should probably rephrase that, everyone knew me as “The Apprentice of Doom”… everyone who knew me as “The Apprentice of Doom” were all slain by my hands.
I became a demon slayer at a young age, seventeen to be exact. By the time I was eighteen I had killed over sixty demons, I was off to a good start.
When I was nineteen I met a man who called himself Vincent, he told me of a league of demons, set on destroying the world, and rebuilding it in their image.
I was glad to learn this information, but little did I know that it would send me down a path of evil and hatred…
Chapter One
London, ON, Canada
May 13th, 2008
The church bells rang as I watched the rain run from the roof of the church, I realized I had been standing in the rain in front of the church for over an hour and decided to go home.
I lived alone in a scummy apartment for the time being. My apartment wasn’t much, but it was all I had.
My family had deserted me when I was only sixteen. One day I woke up to an empty house, the only thing left was one of my father’s swords. He called the sword “Merciless.” I never knew what my father meant by it when he named it, nor did I care to ask.
When I was a child my father taught me how to wield a sword. He was constantly adding acrobatics into the lessons, telling me that more agile and acrobatic I was the better swordsman I would be.
That day I put the house up for sale and sold it within a week. I used that money to get my first apartment. I lived in that apartment for two months and not so much as one person bothered me.
It was my seventeenth birthday, and for the first time in my life I felt truly lonely. It was the first birthday I had ever spent alone. All my life I was accustomed to knowing too many people to handle, more relatives than I could ever name, more friends than necessary, and now, no one…
I wasn’t alone though, out of the corner of my eye I saw a sword coming toward me. I jumped back and grabbed Merciless off of my wall.
I looked the man up and down; he was a cloaked figure with bright glowing eyes and the left side of his face looked as though it was melting off; it looked like he hadn’t slept in years and; I could see bone through the skin on his hands. These were the only parts of him that were visible
“I was told to give you a present,” he said, “hope I’m not late for the party!”
I swung my sword around and replied, “the party’s just begun!”
He swung and I dodged right. He left an opening right at his heart. I stabbed him through the chest and he just stood there, stood there and laughed. He walked towards me, pushing the blade through him more, right to the hilt.
“You can’t kill me boy,” he said, “for I am already dead!”
“We’ll see about that.” I replied. I pulled the blade out and we continued fighting.
“Why do you try when you know that death is imminent? This is a battle you cannot win,” he said.
On that note he cut my arm. I put my hand over the wound, then took it off to look at it. The wound was healing right before my very eyes. I was shocked at this, so shocked I didn’t notice the blade coming towards me. He stabbed me in the stomach; I fell down and looked at my stomach as the wound healed itself.
“Kill me, I dare you!” I said it him.
He lunged at me and stabbed me through the temple, blood was spilled everywhere, but yet I still lived.
“Why won’t you die?” he asked.
“Because you can’t kill what won’t die.” I replied.
“You… you are not human!” he shouted.
And on that I stabbed him and threw him on the floor.
“What are you?” again he asked.
“Me? I’m a wandering soul searching for a purpose; I’m a lone wolf searching for a family; and today, I’m your worst nightmare!”
I cut off his head and watched as his decapitated body burned. I took Merciless and all my money and ran to a different town.
That was two years ago today, but I still remember it like it was yesterday. He was the first demon I killed, but surely not the last. I moved around a lot after that, if I lived in a place for too long, demons would surely find me and try to kill me.
As I walked away from the church in the pouring rain, I heard a faint sound. I listened harder. It sounded like someone said my name, and all of a sudden, as if they were speaking into my ear I heard it again. “Victor…” I turned and saw no one.
As I walked back to my apartment I kept a watchful eye and ear for anything out of the ordinary, yet nothing was amiss.
I walked into my apartment and locked the door. I took off my coat then turned all the way around. I was standing face to face with a man who had a shaved head, pale skin, and blood red eyes.
“Hello Victor,” he said, “my name is Vincent.”
“How do you know my name?”
“That’s not relevant, I have come to you today because I have a job for you, this job…” he began
“I’ll tell you what’s relevant and what’s not. You come into my home without my permission you can’t even answer a simple question?”
“Alright, but this really isn’t necessary. You see, I’m searching for a demon hunter, not just any demon hunter however, I need a demon hunter of high caliber. I have been following you for two years now, each time I get to one of your places of residence you’ve moved on. My search brought me here. I asked around in the local pub for a demon hunter and everyone thought I was crazy, except for one man. This man, Ronald I do believe, brought me to a man he called the “All Knowing One.” This “All Knowing One” told me of a demon slayer who traveled from town to town, seeking more demons to kill. He told me that the demon slayer’s name was Victor. That’s how I found you. Now do you have any more questions or can we get to business?”
“No, no more questions, you can make yourself at home if you’d like,” I said.
He replied, “really? No more questions? Here I am intruding on your property and you don’t want to know anything more about me?”
“Trust me,” I said, “a lot weirder things have happened before. I’m going to get a drink, you want one?”
“Yes please.”
I returned a minute later with two beers. I handed him one.
“Oh, no thank you, I find that the taste of beer is one much to bitter for me.” He said.
“Suit yourself,” I opened my beer and took a mouthful, “let’s get down to the matter at hand, what’s the job?” I said.
“There is an organization called “Apocalypse’s Horsemen,” it is an organization consisted of demons. They are intent on destroying the world and rebuilding it in their image. I need you to kill them all.”
“Sounds interesting,” I said, “but how much does it pay?”
“The pay is a set rate of two hundred thousand Canadian dollars.” He replied.
“When do I start?”
“The Demon Inside”
Prologue
If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were only necessary to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being, and who is willing to destroy his own heart?
Alexander Solzhenitsyn
Do we make ourselves evil? Or does evil grow inside of us? Few people acknowledge this, and even fewer make the choice between good and evil. The choice was forced upon me…
My name is Victor, but everyone knows me as “The Apprentice of Doom.” I should probably rephrase that, everyone knew me as “The Apprentice of Doom”… everyone who knew me as “The Apprentice of Doom” were all slain by my hands.
I became a demon slayer at a young age, seventeen to be exact. By the time I was eighteen I had killed over sixty demons, I was off to a good start.
When I was nineteen I met a man who called himself Vincent, he told me of a league of demons, set on destroying the world, and rebuilding it in their image.
I was glad to learn this information, but little did I know that it would send me down a path of evil and hatred…
Chapter One
London, ON, Canada
May 13th, 2008
The church bells rang as I watched the rain run from the roof of the church, I realized I had been standing in the rain in front of the church for over an hour and decided to go home.
I lived alone in a scummy apartment for the time being. My apartment wasn’t much, but it was all I had.
My family had deserted me when I was only sixteen. One day I woke up to an empty house, the only thing left was one of my father’s swords. He called the sword “Merciless.” I never knew what my father meant by it when he named it, nor did I care to ask.
When I was a child my father taught me how to wield a sword. He was constantly adding acrobatics into the lessons, telling me that more agile and acrobatic I was the better swordsman I would be.
That day I put the house up for sale and sold it within a week. I used that money to get my first apartment. I lived in that apartment for two months and not so much as one person bothered me.
It was my seventeenth birthday, and for the first time in my life I felt truly lonely. It was the first birthday I had ever spent alone. All my life I was accustomed to knowing too many people to handle, more relatives than I could ever name, more friends than necessary, and now, no one…
I wasn’t alone though, out of the corner of my eye I saw a sword coming toward me. I jumped back and grabbed Merciless off of my wall.
I looked the man up and down; he was a cloaked figure with bright glowing eyes and the left side of his face looked as though it was melting off; it looked like he hadn’t slept in years and; I could see bone through the skin on his hands. These were the only parts of him that were visible
“I was told to give you a present,” he said, “hope I’m not late for the party!”
I swung my sword around and replied, “the party’s just begun!”
He swung and I dodged right. He left an opening right at his heart. I stabbed him through the chest and he just stood there, stood there and laughed. He walked towards me, pushing the blade through him more, right to the hilt.
“You can’t kill me boy,” he said, “for I am already dead!”
“We’ll see about that.” I replied. I pulled the blade out and we continued fighting.
“Why do you try when you know that death is imminent? This is a battle you cannot win,” he said.
On that note he cut my arm. I put my hand over the wound, then took it off to look at it. The wound was healing right before my very eyes. I was shocked at this, so shocked I didn’t notice the blade coming towards me. He stabbed me in the stomach; I fell down and looked at my stomach as the wound healed itself.
“Kill me, I dare you!” I said it him.
He lunged at me and stabbed me through the temple, blood was spilled everywhere, but yet I still lived.
“Why won’t you die?” he asked.
“Because you can’t kill what won’t die.” I replied.
“You… you are not human!” he shouted.
And on that I stabbed him and threw him on the floor.
“What are you?” again he asked.
“Me? I’m a wandering soul searching for a purpose; I’m a lone wolf searching for a family; and today, I’m your worst nightmare!”
I cut off his head and watched as his decapitated body burned. I took Merciless and all my money and ran to a different town.
That was two years ago today, but I still remember it like it was yesterday. He was the first demon I killed, but surely not the last. I moved around a lot after that, if I lived in a place for too long, demons would surely find me and try to kill me.
As I walked away from the church in the pouring rain, I heard a faint sound. I listened harder. It sounded like someone said my name, and all of a sudden, as if they were speaking into my ear I heard it again. “Victor…” I turned and saw no one.
As I walked back to my apartment I kept a watchful eye and ear for anything out of the ordinary, yet nothing was amiss.
I walked into my apartment and locked the door. I took off my coat then turned all the way around. I was standing face to face with a man who had a shaved head, pale skin, and blood red eyes.
“Hello Victor,” he said, “my name is Vincent.”
“How do you know my name?”
“That’s not relevant, I have come to you today because I have a job for you, this job…” he began
“I’ll tell you what’s relevant and what’s not. You come into my home without my permission you can’t even answer a simple question?”
“Alright, but this really isn’t necessary. You see, I’m searching for a demon hunter, not just any demon hunter however, I need a demon hunter of high caliber. I have been following you for two years now, each time I get to one of your places of residence you’ve moved on. My search brought me here. I asked around in the local pub for a demon hunter and everyone thought I was crazy, except for one man. This man, Ronald I do believe, brought me to a man he called the “All Knowing One.” This “All Knowing One” told me of a demon slayer who traveled from town to town, seeking more demons to kill. He told me that the demon slayer’s name was Victor. That’s how I found you. Now do you have any more questions or can we get to business?”
“No, no more questions, you can make yourself at home if you’d like,” I said.
He replied, “really? No more questions? Here I am intruding on your property and you don’t want to know anything more about me?”
“Trust me,” I said, “a lot weirder things have happened before. I’m going to get a drink, you want one?”
“Yes please.”
I returned a minute later with two beers. I handed him one.
“Oh, no thank you, I find that the taste of beer is one much to bitter for me.” He said.
“Suit yourself,” I opened my beer and took a mouthful, “let’s get down to the matter at hand, what’s the job?” I said.
“There is an organization called “Apocalypse’s Horsemen,” it is an organization consisted of demons. They are intent on destroying the world and rebuilding it in their image. I need you to kill them all.”
“Sounds interesting,” I said, “but how much does it pay?”
“The pay is a set rate of two hundred thousand Canadian dollars.” He replied.
“When do I start?”
