The Eye of the Knife

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

What My Job Entails

I love my job I thought as I pulled on the hilt of my knife that was buried deep in the, now dead, demon at my feet. The sound of metal retracting from bone filled the air, and a small smile spread across my lips. The corpse fell back against the cold, slightly damp, ground with a thud. The smile was still spread out across my lips, as I looked up to the ten or so demons that still surrounded me. I had killed at least a dozen already, but no job comes without a lot of death.

The thing about demons is that they can take up any look they want, physical features mean nothing to them. In a blink of an eye the damn things could look like normal humans, then change into something that resembles what most would think a demon is supposed to look like. Demon's purpose in life is to make other people's life hell. Sometimes they can be sent back to Hell, from which they came, but I find it more satisfying to just kill them.

Of course the thing's souls go back to Hell, where eventually they grow another body, or just take over someone else's that has recently died. That's what is most disturbing about these creatures. You would think that if they took over a body that had recently died that that said person would become a zombie, yes? No, not with supernatural things that come straight from Hell's gates. That said person becomes the demon, and that said demon can do whatever he pleases. Its just a hole to put the horrid things soul into. If they even have souls.

One demon, that looked like a nasty version of Robin Thicke, lunged at me. My response? Upper cut to the gut then a knife wound to the heart. Yes demons have beating hearts, and brains. This also meant an easy way to kill them, that I did use to my advantage. I pulled the knife from his chest and watched as the body vanished, the only trace of it ever being there was a cloud of black dust.

This went on for a few minutes. Upper cuts here, knife jabs there, and blood running like a river. It was a satisfying view to say the least. I loved watching the life drain from the eyes of these abominations, and knowing that I was the cause made it so much better.

I stood before the final demon. The ground was covered in demon carcasses, and blood, black blood as apposed to red like us humans. The demon stood in its natural form, tall with dark leathery skin, and horns sprouting out everywhere like the creature was a cactus. Its lip curled back, flashing sharp rows of yellow-black teeth, as it snarled. I took that as it wasn't going to lay down and be killed, the thing wanted a fight.

I gripped the end of my knife tighter in my right hand, feeling the comforting leather hilt. Standing with my feet shoulder length apart, I let the beast know it was time to fight. I motioned with my left hand for it to make the first move, and move it did. Big black body ran at me full force, and wanted nothing more than to rip my to shreds for killing its brothers and possibly sisters. It was fast, but I was faster. I dodged left and brought my right arm down, elbow connecting with spine, effectively going between two sharp horns.

The beast went down, but quickly got back up. Spinning on one foot I brought the other up and made a hard side kick to the face. The black creature stumbled, and I pounced. I shoved my knife as far as it could go in the top of the things head. It twitched, buckled, then slumped down to the ground with black blood flowing freely from the gaping wound.

I bent down and tore my knife from the skull, feeling again content that I had done this. Ended the life of yet another demon, one that could no longer threaten the house of the people who hired me.

This would be the time to explain what I actually do. People come to me when they have a demon problem. I gave out my contact information one time, and since then if anyone has needed my service, they contact me. They met with me, hand me the cash in a thick envelope, tell me the problem, and I am on my way to helping them sleep better at night. What do I get out of it? Well a heck of a lot of money, a good workout, and the knowledge that some little kid somewhere will sleep better at night.

As I walked away from the sight before me, which was now just a thick fog of black dust, I though about how little Kimberly Ann will be able to sleep at night without the thought of a monster being under her bed. Most kids just imagine something under their beds or in their closets, what they don't know is that there very well could be one under there. Hidden, and using the hiding spot as a transportation between this world and their world.

I pulled out my iPhone and sent a coded message to Kimberly's mother, telling her the job was done. I walked away from the darkened area and was greeted with the refreshing air outside the thick lines of trees. I couldn't wait to get home and soak in a warm bath. I deserved it after all. Kicking and killing forty some demons in less than half an hour was quite a job. Even for someone like me who has been doing it for years and finds more joy in it than most of the others.

So I walked towards my hotel. I didn't own a house since I never found myself staying in one place for more than a few days at a time. I found the idea pointless, that was just unnecessary bills that I didn't want to pay. Plus the neighbors might get nosey and ask why I'm not around as much as I should be. I don't like when people try to get in my business.

Into the street lights I went. walking towards one of the many hotels, to a hot bath that awaited me. And to search through my emails to see which city, country, and/or continent I would be going to next.