3 - White Dust

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Hunters are given the duty of cleansing Grimoire of the damned. A thankless task but one that must be done.

It was with some dismay and much cursing that Amber was flung across the street and through the window of a convenience store by a sweep of the Demon's hand

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It was with some dismay and much cursing that Amber was flung across the street and through the window of a convenience store by a sweep of the Demon's hand. A series of crashes and thuds could be heard reverberating from the inside as she bounced off the aisles and walls.

Salem landed on the ground and looked up as the Demon reared up to its full height and glared down at him with a pair of rage-filled eyes. Shredded of its human shell, it stood as tall as a basketball pole at the shoulder and as wide as two full grown men. It's body quivered as sinew and tendons beneath the fur and skin twisted and contorted into shape with a series of audibly painful cracking and squishing.

Mercifully, it's trousers were still intact.

"Let's talk about this," the cat meowed anxiously as the Demon's transformation reached its final stages, the creature beginning to quieten. "No need to get excited." He hoped that although it looked canine, it did not have the desire to chase down felines which was normally common among the rest of that particular family tree.

The Demon jerked its head forward and roared, spraying spittle from its mouth.

"Alright, excited already!" Salem scampered for cover as the it raised its hand.

There was the crinkle of metal and a gleam of blue in the night light as a heavy chain blurred through the air and thumped the Demon upside the head with a round black ball on the other end that had much in resemblance to the oversized ones used for demolition. The Demon stumbled forward onto all fours, stunned from the blow.

Chain in hand, Amber pivoted as the ball swished away, using her body as a fulcrum to bring the weapon about and strike the Demon in the leg. On the third swing, the Demon reached out and caught the ball in one meaty fist.

The Demon pulled, and Amber felt herself get yanked off her feet and forward, her Trinket burning hot and vibrating underneath her shirt.

There was a moment of clarity as she was airborne where Amber realised she should probably let go.

Then the Demon's fist sunk into her gut and sent her flying back again into the same convenience store, her weapon dissipating into sparks.

Crap, she sourly thought as she collided into an aisle, bounced off a shelf and spun in the air before landing on her side on the floor with the sound of landing magazines, cereal boxes, bags of chips and canned food filling her ears. Cleanup on aisle 6!

Blint always said that shopping could kill a man. She supposed he might be onto something.

She pulled herself up and stumbled in the direction of the exit, feeling her body jolt and spaz as the Trinket swiftly did its work in mending her injuries, her sight darkening as her mind went into shock from the overloading trauma, kind of like how computers gave blue screens before rebooting.

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