Justice

I, like many others, was given life to make the most of it, and that is exactly what I try to do. However, when out in a desert, it isn't exactly easy to do that unless you decide to go hunting for demons to make a living. These past few years, I've been hunting, keeping others safe and receiving my pay. By far, I've stayed at a place with only a few buildings. So few that I could list them all off, such as a motel with twenty rooms, a garage where people could go to get their vehicle fixed, a hangar in which is used for larger vehicles, such as semi-trucks and the likes, as well as a two two-story buildings, both which are just small rooms stacked on top of each other for rent, and a single convenience store with a gas pump outside of it. I've been living in one of the downstairs motel rooms for about twelve years, concluding that my parents died when I was fourteen, so at fifteen I went off and started doing my own things, at twenty-two, I began to hunt demons, as I found out it paid better than garage work. Now, however, I've got more money than I need, especially since the motel rooms are pretty cheap. Though, since I've been staying for so long, I've been given a small discount and I only have to pay three weeks worth every month. Everyone who has been working or living here for long times has known my name for quite some time, Strangely enough, even some people I've never seen know about me. I suppose a hunter's name gets out there one way or another. Right now, however, I'm in the midst of travelling off to find a demon that has been causing trouble over and over. As I walk next to the road, I watch as multiple cars pass. Trucks with crates in the back, small cars, big cargo trucks, and all the likes. I looked down at my map, then at my compass. By now, I should head southwest, and so I turn and begin walking southwest. I looked up and noticed a fair-sized beast taking heavy steps along the ground. Being under it would crush someone in mere seconds. I quickly put away my items, pulled out my blade, and hid behind a nearby rock. I peered out, watching as it looked around. It likely sniffed me out and is now searching for me. Luckily, I've dealt with kinds like it. It shouldn't have an extremely strong sense of smell, so it won't be able to sniff me out of my location. However, its sense of touch and sight is extremely sensitive. Moving or being in its sight will be a crucial disadvantage to myself. I grabbed a rock nearby and threw it on the ground near another rock near the rock I'm at. It quickly jolted and I hid behind the rock again before it turned. I could feel the vibrations of its fet getting closer, then stop at the rock I threw. There were a few quick steps, assuming it turned around. I looked over the rock and, surely, the beast had its back turned to me. I quickly leapt over the rock, ran towards the demon, and hopped on its back, plunging my blade deep into its back. It screeched, piercing its voice through the air. I covered my ears, however, it hopped upwards on its back two legs, so I quickly grabbed its wrinkly, dry skin. Once it slammed back down, I grabbed my blade, twisted it, and pulled it out. I crawled on its back to its head, stabbed through its head. Soon, it began to fall sideways, so I quickly pulled out my blade and leaped off of it, a few meters in front of the location it had fell to. Another demon dead, another life saved.

I cleaned my blade as I walked back to the small resting spot. It was getting dark, so I decided to go over to the garage to greet everyone. However, before I greet them, I'll go take a quick shower. Once I was back in the limits of the rest spot, I ran over to the motel and unlocked my door, opening it, walking in, and then closing it. I stripped myself of my clothes, tossing them in a bin near the bathroom door. I stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, stepping into the shower and turning it on. Quickly, I washed any dirt or blood from my body, then stepped out and dried off, walking out and over to a drawer next to the bed, pulling one of them out and finding some boxers, then opening another and grabbing a pair of jeans. I quickly pulled them both on. I closed the two drawers, then opened another and grabbed a pair of socks, slipping them on, then walked over to a wardrobe and grabbed a reddish-brown button-up shirt and a plain white t-shirt. I threw the t-shirt over my head and slipped my arms through the holes. I then shoved my arms into the reddish-brown button-up shirt and buttoned it up. I grabbed a black jacket and threw it over myself, keeping it unzipped. I turned out the lights and walked back out of my room, locking it behind me. I kept my blade with me, just in case. It was in a sheath at my hip. I walked over to the garage and looked in through the open garage door. I saw an old man, Maior Tharl. He had been working here for much before I'd been born. To be more precise, about forty years.