Based on The Coffin Of Andy And Leyley.
I do not own this book anymore nor any of it's OCs.
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A Hunter must hunt, prey has to be killed, and souls must be taken.
That's what the demon has said.
He was not going to decline that task, his new gif...
Ashley is asleep, but Cerberus hasn't returned for over half an hour, which is unusual for him. I stood up from my bed and noticed that he had left behind his cape and knife, even his revolver. which he never did. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was 2:32. This made me realize that something must be wrong. I picked up his items hid them in the backpack he bought me, and then grabbed my shoes. As I left the room, I muttered to myself about Cerberus being the weird one of the group. Before leaving, I took one last look at Ashley's peaceful sleeping form, which made me feel nauseous. Despite this feeling, I couldn't deny that I had previously entertained dark thoughts about her, but had buried them deep down.
"Cerberus...why am I doing this for you?"
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You are Cerberus.
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"Another Hunter? I thought I was the only one?"
"Times have changed, Cerberus. It looks like you have changed too, hmmm? It's been over two weeks now but you haven't slayed the siblings?" HE heightened his hat and stares, pure yellow eyes stare right at me.
I already don't like this guy.
"The Hunt has changed. These siblings, they-"
"I don't care if they are cute or ugly or if you get to fuck the girl, or guy if that's what you're into. You were sent to hunt them down and sacrifice their souls. Easy prey." The black-haired man was irritated with me, I could tell, "From your track record, never has a Hunt taken you more than a few days nonetheless a week yet here you are, two weeks later with nothing to show for."
He steps to me and attempts to intimidate me, fucker is only an inch taller than me, "I'm taking you back, then I will find the siblings and murder them."
I don't know why I felt the need to do this, but deep within me, I knew I had to protect them.
"That's the thing I was trying to tell you before you forgot your manners, dickhead, they're dead."
The apartment was burnt down about a week ago.
"Not to sound rude myself but I barely escaped with my life, someone decided to have a cookout or something in their apartment and didn't care to put it out once they were done. The place went out in fumes and I had to jump through a window and crash from the second floor." I squinted my eyes and frowned at the fake memory, "Landing from the second-floor balcony while the place is on fire isn't so damn nice like the movies, it fucking SUCKS."
