500 years. That's how long it's been since my home was destroyed. By me. Why did I destroy my own home you ask? Well it wasn't my choice to do so! It was him. A demon with a warming voice. Black and red hair. Pale skin. And those eyes. Too horrible to forget. Heh. Makes you wonder. Why did he make me do it? What brought him to such a low? Why hurt an innocent Fairy and make him a Witch? Many questions. So many questions. Yet no answers. Well that's not enough is it. After those 500 years I got a place in the Hunter Witch hierarchy. Wolf Rank. The highest rank you can get as a Hunter Witch. So many kills. How many exactly? I don't remember. How pathetic can those Adventurer's Guilds be? Needing a mysterious Hunter Witch to do their job for them. Whatever. It doesn't matter. When did it? Never. Now i'm here. A place where I can smell him. His disgusting scent. It could never leave my memory after that day. I'm on the hunt. I can smell him. He's close at hand. But where? There are so many of his kind that the scent is everywhere. But there's only one scent that I can remember so clearly. Cinnamon, spice, passionfruit, and the warmth of a calming fireside. The scent he gave off. I've locked onto it. Now with sword in hand i'll find him.
And end him.
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The Hunter Witch
FantasiPosiden de Matrix lost his family centuries ago. All because of a demon. After devoting his life to being a Hunter Witch and gathering a suitable amount of hunted game he gained the rank of Wolf in the Hunter Witch hierarchy. Now in the modern day h...
