The Hunter (Wednesday x male reader)

Memories PT1

This three chapter series takes place in the tree years between Mephistopheles and nevermore. to flesh out Cazador.

I felt the old rotten cart bump as we turned through the deep woods, the three men that found me kept talking in a language I couldn't understand. The main problem was It was clearly not the same language. One was clearly different, the others could have been the same, but the grammar was different.

The man driving piped up "Dim ond plentyn ydyw, nid ydym yn gwybod a oes ganddo'r anrheg. Pam mynd ag ef gyda ni?" The tall man frowned pulling his hood down, Silver, short hair tight in a ponytail reveals a round, time-worn face. Fire has left a mark reaching from the right side of the forehead , first running towards his fairly big lips and ending on his right nostril. "I understand you are confused. but that will pass."

He pulled some food from his pouch handing me some " If you have not noticed, the driver...his name is Dane Zillow, well he is speaking Welsh." Dane cut him off "noswaith dda!" This caused the other passenger to chuckle "And Selethen Goran the man beside you is speaking Swahili, can you two keep everything in English for now?" The men nodded "habari za jioni!" Selethen spoke up laughing.

The tall man groaned " I am Bruce Geary, I lead a subsection of  the group called Hunters. We keep people like you safe....well we try to." His head seemed to drop in shame "Sorry about your mother, Mephistopheles Is a hard demon to find. Hell you are probably the only one who has seen him and lived." He drank from his canteen "Kuradi vanad jalad," Bruce groaned before continuing.

"You left Grigori charred and you collapsed that beasts ribs, with the proper training you could become a fine demon hunter one day. Especially with your Magic proficiency." my head cocked "Magic?" A smile bloomed on Bruce's face "Everyone can do it, but it takes a different language to do so." He waved his hand  muttering "Udu." 

A thin rainbow filled mist flowed from his fingertips filling the carriage "Cool isn't it, but It takes discipline to master...and we don't even know your magic tongue yet." The cart began to shake as Dane called to Bruce "Boss, something is wr-" His voice was cut off by a deafening explosion, I was thrown from the cart  ramming my back into a large Oak.

A copper taste rushed to my mouth as I got up spitting blood, the nearby field is littered with suits, bodies and gore. Red, gray and black are the new colors of what was once a marvelous, luscious field, which has now become the stage of a long, destructive battle.

The air which would normally be filled with the scent of food from a nearby town is now a hellish symphony of screams, explosions and gunfire, enough to make even the bravest tremble in fear. "no..." my voice faltered as I looked around...Demons....hundreds of demons where pouring out of a sinkhole like portal in the middle of the field. "no...no..no no no not again." Anxiety gripped my chest as I fell to my knees. No...I need to fight!

Rising to my feet I looked at the burning cart, like In the hellish realm a word pressed into my lip...one I did not know. "extinguir!" The fire disappeared as I rushed to the cart looking for a weapon. My eyes were drawn to a large two handed Messer "You beauty." I Lifted the Sword with a new found determination, the defending hunters were pushed back to my position as I passed the smoldering cart.

I could see one of the demons lieutenants, two thick ram horns adorns its lank head, which itself is seemingly shifting constantly. A crawling maggot escaped the creature's jagged nostrils set within an arched nose. Its lank head sits atop a slim, greasy body. Flickering energies burst around its torso, but I could only guess the origins.

The creature rushed forward, its four legs smoothly carry its Bull-like body with a determened energy. I pushed pass the stronger Hunters shouting "HAVE AT THEM!" I heard the Hunters gain a second wind at my command as I swung the Messer in a full arc splitting the lieutenant from the waste "YOU ASSHOLES, COME AND GET ME COWARDS! TE RETO!" 

I became a fighting machine, for every cut my body suffered a demon died for its kinds transgressions. I felt searing pain as a sword stuck my left side tearing my flesh on the way out.

Blood, there's blood everywhere. It's drenched my clothes, they're sticky and heavy and red. Red, everything is red, even the ground below me is turning red with blood. My blood.
How am I even still standing? Does this mean I will be okay? No, impossible. There's no fixing this. How am I still standing?

Help me. Somebody, please. I need to live, I have to live. There's still so much I need to do, there are still many people who need me and I need them. I must live. I need to live. For mom...for these hunters.  

can't feel my legs anymore. Everything is starting to feel numb. the demonic growls are drowned out by the throbbing my head.

Why must it end like this? This is not how I wanted it to end, this is not how I want to die. But it's not like I have a choice now, there's nothing I can do. I just wish it was over already, just let me die.

I'm freezing. When did it get this cold? I wish I could move my body to warm up or wrap a blanket around me. At least I feel no pain, everything is numb. Numb and cold. I felt like I floated out of my body as another word of magic pressed into my lips "Nggll," blood pored from my mouth "C-Colle-eitar." 

Before I passed out I saw every single demon on the field explode into a ball of hellish gore.

Hola, how are you? hope you enjoy the lore! Please tell me if I did something wrong...hope you have a good day.