The Hunter Saga - The book of shadows

Chapter 1 - Baxter Kid

The dim orb of energy in the sky cast a faint, eerie light over the bleak landscape as Baxter Kid found himself standing alone in the desolate world of demons and vile creatures. He looked around, the weight of his armor making each step a struggle, his surroundings unfamiliar and foreboding. As he dusted off his hat, a glint caught his eye - the silver inlaid in the brim of the hat shimmering in the dim light. It was a stark reminder of his purpose here, to battle the supernatural forces that threatened this world, a world he had found himself in without any recollection of how he arrived.

Determined to find a way back home, Baxter embarked on a perilous journey with only his trusty revolver loaded with silver bullets and a heart full of courage. The land was a tapestry of twisted trees, their gnarled limbs clawing at the sky, and rocky outcroppings that oozed with a noxious slime. The air itself seemed to whisper of ancient curses and forgotten terrors, but Baxter steeled himself against the encroaching darkness that sought to snuff out his light.

Eyes narrow with determination, standing tall against the darkness that sought to claim him. he studied the horizon, where shadowy figures moved with sinister intent. Armed with a revolver that shot silver bullets and adorned with blessed charms and artifacts meant to ward off evil, Baxter knew he had to find a way out of this nightmarish realm. The weight of his mission pressed heavily on his shoulders, but a steely resolve burned in his chest. With a deep breath to steady his nerves, he set off on a treacherous path towards a looming overhang that seemed to beckon to him like a silent guardian, promising both danger and potential salvation.

The air grew thick with malevolence as Baxter traversed the treacherous undergrowth towards the overhang, from which a sinister aura seemed to emanate like a palpable miasma. The stench of sulfur and decay filled his nostrils, a constant reminder of the lurking dangers that surrounded him on all sides. It was then, at the edge of a yawning chasm that seemed to lead straight to the heart of darkness, that he first beheld the true extent of the evil that ruled this forsaken land. A pack of twisted demons, their eyes burning with unholy fire, caught wind of his presence and charged, a cacophony of snarls and hisses filling the air. Baxter stood his ground, his gun hand steady as he unleashed a barrage of silver bullets, each shot finding its mark with uncanny accuracy.

The victory over the demonic horde was short-lived, however, for it was but a minor skirmish in the grand scheme of the battle to come.