dommit book one: the choice of a hero

chapter 1

   "Bound together, our heroes fought the demos and won the war"

   I awake at 6 and go to the local coffee shop I always go to. Today I'll read something about world war two.

   "Hey Jerry" I walk in the coffee shop, the owner, Tom, starts on my order as I sit.

   "Tom, good morning," I say as I take out the twenty, and my book "how's the kids"

   "Same as every other morning, sleeping, lazy pigs". He'd always answer sarcastically. I don't think he really has kids. Unless you count the shop, that is.

   "Yeah it, won't stop me from asking though". I gave him the twenty as he handed me my coffee.

   "Alright I'll let you read," he says as he goes back to the counter.

   I open my book, it's a title about Ann Frank. It holds theories of how they found her. I drink my coffee and love the sugary after taste of the bitter drink. "It's about Ann Frank"

   "Really, never thought you to be the type". he's cleaning before the morning boom.

   "I ran out of fiction, so I'll go to a store later, maybe online" I state as I read, though it took a good amount of skill I learned to read and talk at the same time. It helps with other things if I can focus on more then one thing, like when I fight, maybe two people.

   After a while his first customer comes in, he looks sketchy though, and orders 100 pounds of coffee. I pay close attention and watch the man pull a gun, I stand up and yell "GET DOWN". But it's too late, I watch tom die in his own blood. The turns around and drops the gun.

   As I look at my arms I see the soft blue glow o my dangers, though tattoos they are now, they'll soon become weapons. As old as Latin, the words etched in all blades say "death is a cure to all disease", sharing the "cure" in the middle of each one has the first half and the other has the second half.

   "What have you done" I stammer as I draw my weapons.

   "So the rumors are true, you've fallen in love with humanity" he buffs drawing his sword, this means he is planning to execute me or is relying on his ability. A quick step forward, crossing the room answers the question "time to die, Dommit"

   He most likely released Dommit's blade, seeing it through my shirt. He swings and I parry but he kicks me as I open my chest, his size proportion makes me zip across the room "ill never find coffee like that again, I state as I stand".

   "you belong in hell, Lucifer is pissed" he takes another step "I could kill you" I can smell his breath, it's rugged and rotten, he's tall but not fast with a great sword like that. A real beauty though, long as ten feet, thick as three inches. It's probably steel, with that gray tint, and packs a punch, but that means he's a replacement, someone who is worth nothing, turning me in would give him ranks. Maybe then his sword would be silver, maybe if he's good, demons blood. The world's hardest metal, though the only other way to hurt demons, is by Silver, so this stupid demon can't even kill me, just throw me across the room.

   He has a black hoodie with jeans, his face reflecting the excitement of his new promotion.

   "I won't come with you" I and

   "I will just kill you then" he arms his daggers and lounges at, through his sword is Steel all demon daggers are made of their blood. I roll right in a chair, ouch" the swing my dagger and slice through his side. Pissed, he turns and swings his dagger and I duck, barley in time. I go for a stab in his head and when he tries to move I slash hard right cutting off his head. It rolls and he bursts into flames. Disappearing and to hell, he goes.