HUNTED BY MY DEMONS.

Short 2: How I met your Father.

You can already guess what this short is about.

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Several years ago, in the living world...

Black steel tipped leather combat boots hit the pavement as a tall muscular man marched along the sidewalk under the evening sky as the sun began to set. His chalk white skin, and icy white spiked hair made him look like he was a ghost in mortal clothing. Either that, or some kind of weird goth in makeup. Some people gave him glances, or weird looks as he walked by, but the man paid them no mind. He was used to it, and didn't care. His looks, combined with his physique, and attire, made him intimidating to approach. One would worry he'd kill them on the spot.

Anyways, he also has a short icy white beard, bright green eyes, broad shoulders to match his muscular frame, and a sharp jawline.

Other than his black combat boots, the rest of his clothing consists of an off-white custom designed leather cafe racer biker jacket with nine red spikes on each shoulder, black caution stripes along the sleeves, a deep red t-shirt underneath, a black belt with a golden buckle, and dark warm grey pants.

This...

... is Logan Drackus.

Logan is walking along the sidewalk to a bar he often frequently visits. Not just any bar though. It's a karaoke bar.

It's nothing fancy, nor is it shady, or crowded with people of the nefarious type. But it's good enough for Logan to stop by when he feels like it.

He enters the bar, and as soon as the bartender saw him, he calls out to him once he recognizes him.

"Yo what's up, frosty?!" He calls out to him.

Apparently frosty is a nickname to his ghostly white appearance.

"S'up, Jimmy!" Logan calls back.

"The champ is in the building! I repeat, the champ is in the building!" The bartender, known as Jimmy, called out with enthusiasm.

Some of the regulars hooted, and cheered for him.

Yeah, Logan is not only a regular, but a singing champion of the bar, and anyone who knows him well enough knows it.

Logan takes a seat at the corner of the bar, his usual spot. Jimmy approaches him.

"What'll it be? The usual?" Jimmy asked.

"You know me so well, Jimbo." Logan smirked.

"Alright. Back with ya in a bit." Jimmy said.

As Logan waited for his usual, whatever it may be, a familiar individual can be seen sitting at a table by herself, and staring at her phone screen.

Her hair is done up in a ponytail with bangs, and is wearing expensive clothing that looks be trendy as well as fashionable. Like something a clothing designer would wear.

She had kept to herself, and sat alone. She just gave off a presence that said she didn't want to be bothered. She's been staring at her phone since she got here, just scrolling through social media. She only glanced up from her phone when the bartender announced something about a "champ in the building" or something. Needless to say, she becomes curious when sees a man that might as well have been a punk biker Jack Frost being cheered for just for entering the establishment. She's new to this bar, so she doesn't see the big deal with this supposed champ. Yet she can't help but stare at this man's odd appearance.

Is he wearing makeup? Is he naturally pale as chalk? Is he albino? Who is he, and why is he seemingly a big deal here?

Those were the questions that went through her mind as she continued to stare at him.