Blood in the rain: Chronicles of the Hunter

Blood in the Rain

In six days, God made the world, and man, to walk upon it. On the seventh day, as God slumbered, creation rested within the clutches of evil. On this seventh day, the supernatural world was born, ripe with terrors, which mirrored the creations of God.

Too late to intervene, humankind was left defenseless, until thirteen angels, descended upon man. These angels, each selected a single disciple to create Hunter clans, and tasked them in God's name, to wage war against that which defied God's creation. The thirteen clans, for millennia, defended our world, until one day, when the threat of the darkness was to consume our world, no one was left to answer the call to arms. That day was known as 'The Fall'. Something else from that damned day was created, something too appauling for God and too terrible for the Devil, was born.

With a snap of a finger, man went from apex predator to cattle. Just as cattle, most humans are oblivious that they are raised for slaughter. To those that are aware, The Fall doesn't only refer to one specific day. Two hundred years ago, the last hunter's clan fell. In those days mankind's faith, their culture and all hope of escaping the eternal darkness, started to dwindle. Demons, monsters and unholy nightmare creatures began to crawl out of the shadows and dance in the sunlight of the human world.

These once believed 'imaginary terrors' raised themselves center stage integrating with our society. With the passing of time, and the advancement of civilization, the means of the sources of our terror, evolved. With the advent of politics, came elected officials, who served as thralls or slaves to the world of the supernatural. They were quickly swayed from their civil duty, by promises of longevity, wealth and influence. With manipulated lawmakers, creating an influx of power, the balance quickly shifted in favor of the immortal terrors, and life continued on.

Those few left who had fought against the forces of evil in secret became the target and the vengeance sought out upon them was swift, brutal and merciless.

It is now the year, two thousand twenty Anno Domini. Terror permeates the air and there is only one creature left that can bring fear and the scent of death to those who would use it against the humans. After centuries, the unknown masterminds behind The Fall, are still dormant. With the right players in the correct positions, the stakes are high for the masked architects of the world and the battle for humanity. A flicker of hope remains for those humans, which still exist as such. These are the chronicles, of the one immortal, which remains to defend God's creatures.

He is simply known as, The Hunter.

Chapter 1 - I am The Hunter

Panicked screams filled the blackened streets beneath the brilliant shine of the full moon. Six frightened persons ran in frenzied flight at the devilish beast that stalked them. Each has a mark upon their cheek with a moon tattoo with claw struck through it, a sign that each is owned by the werewolves.

The beast in pursuit of them could be heard from behind, roaring in rage, as it jumped from building to building, one bound closer every minute. One of the men looked back and vanished into the night. A blood-curdling scream, announced his departure, followed by the vomit inducing sound of teeth crunching through bone, confirmed to the group they now numbered five. Among the survivors, one man shed a tear, kinsmen to the recently deceased as he saw blood and limbs sprayed across two buildings.

The rest of the group kept running as the beast devoured the remains of their lost friend. As they ran, they heard the chewing echo down the alleyway. As a mob, they screamed in terror as they fled, after a single breath, again hearing the beast pursuing them.