Good Morning, Demon Hunter

Pilot - A rainy night and an appointment

Rain. The neighborhood's narrow streets always felt like home. Specially if it was raining. The streetlights were a bit dimmer than usual. Jumping over puddles he arrived to his little apartment. Unlocked the door and went inside. Lights on. A square table, small kitchen and a fridge. There were two doors, one leading to a small bedroom and the one next to it was the bathroom.

Took off his backpack and left it on the floor. Then his jacket and put it on a chair to dry in front of a heater placed in a corner. Rubbed his eyes, he was tired, it was a long day. Scratching his head looked at the time. 22:04. Not so late. Put some coffe on the stove, took the backpack and went to the bedroom. A bed, a small library, a desk and a closet. And two chairs, one for sitting at the desk and the other one for clothes, obviously.

Opened the closet. Clothes and papers. Both wrinkled by the mess. Also a small leather satchel was there, between a read sweater and some notes on weird handwriting. He took the satchel and put the backpack in the place it left. Closed the wooden door. His phone rang in his pocket.

- Hello

Look around the room for something.

- Yes, I have one.

He didn't, saw a pen and a piece of paper on the desk. Went to it and got ready to write.

- Tell me.

Listened and wrote. Or so he thought, the pen wasn't working. He furiously scribbled until it did.

- Could you repeat the firs part? Oh, okay. Let's go through it again. No, not the address, the job. Okay, yes. Understood. That's it, I got it.

Grabbed the satchel, went to the kitchen, turned off the stove. Another coffee heated in vain. Put on the jacket, still wet. And went out.

On the way to the job it stopped raining, and he felt happy for not getting wet anymore, but sad because rain calmed him. He arrived at the place, a small two stories house. He would guess it was white, but it was hard to tell. Walked to the front door and knocked twice. After a few seconds it opened a little bit. A middle aged man, more white hair than you would expect for a man his age. He was pipping through the small gap. He started talking before the man

- William Jager, demon hunter. Fifth Order of the Heavenly Dragons. I've been told you are having problems with some sort of entity. A demon, I would say.

The man didn't say anything and started closing the door. William stopped the door placing a foot on its way

- I'm the guy the church called.

- Oh. Why didn't you started there?

Opened the door completely and invited him in.

It stopped raining a few minutes ago. But as the demon felt the hunter, dark clouds began to form. It was about to rain, and William knew it. A hunt is always better in the middle of a storm.