Demon's Blood

Prologue

I can control my destiny, but not my fate. Destiny means there are opportunities to turn right or left, but fate is a one-way street. I believe we all have the choice as to whether we fulfil our destiny, but our fate is sealed.

- Paulo Coelho

PROLOGUE

The cold autumn wind whipped violently around him, tugging at his clothing and causing a few strands of the boy's hair to blow into his eyes. He quickly tucked them back into their rightful place and continued to observe his surroundings, blood-colored eyes glancing around at the city that was laid out before him. Nothing looked out of the ordinary yet, but you can never be too sure.

He crouched as he shifted his weight and swiftly leaped to the roof of the next building landing easily on feet. Peeking over the edge, the boy scanned the streets for the creatures he was looking for. Nothing so far. Annoyed, he prepared to retreat back home when he saw one. He quickly ducked down, pulling out one of the silver daggers he kept sheathed on his Hunter's Belt. He slowed his breathing and closed his eyes. He was listening for the beat of the creature's heart, or in this case hearts. It turns out this one happened to have three.

Just his luck.

He listened as the creature walked down the street as it unknowingly wandered closer towards him before it came to a stop at the bottom of the building he was hiding on.

"Quit hiding. It insults me that you think I can't sense you."

Crap.

He quickly sprung up at an impossibly fast speed and before the creature knew it, he had it pinned down with his dagger pointed only mere inches from the man's neck.

No, it wasn't still a person, so it was wrong to refer to it that way. The thing he had pinned down was not a man but resembled one greatly. The only way to tell its true nature was by looking at its eyes. Eyes that resembled never-ending pools of darkness. The creature he had pinned down was in fact, a demon.

"You hesitated." It spoke.

With that, the boy was sent hurling into the wall of a nearby building, his dagger flying from his grip to the sidewalk below. The demon moved quickly and was in front of him before he even processed what had happened. It grasped his throat tightly, restricting air from filling his lungs.

"Your blood smells different." The demon trailed off in thought. Its eyes lit up and he tilted his head almost mockingly. The boy grasped at the demon's fingers, desperately trying to pry them from his neck. Not soon after, the demon's eyes flashed for a moment as if he had discovered the answer to his question-- and he had."You're a Mutt, aren't you?" It was obvious he already knew the answer. Anger crossed the boy's eyes for a second indicating the answer to his question.

"An outlaw? No you have Hunter's weapons. Oh! A hunter and a Mutt?" The demon smirked evilly. "I'll have fun sending you to back to hell." With that he slowly leaned forward towards the boy's neck, his mouth full of elongated teeth finally exposed. Before his fangs punctured the boy's skin he was head-butted, the boy's forehead colliding worth his own. He hissed in pain his hands flying up to his head, freeing the boy of the demon's grip.

The boy's hands quickly flew to his other dagger and he ended the fight by plunging the dagger into the demon's chest. "Killed by a Mutt, and a child no less." The demon choked out as cracks appeared across his skin starting from the wound. "Tell me your name boy." He spoke, the cracks forming spider web-like patterns. " Only an idiot would do that." He snarled, watching as the demon's skin seemed to break off as if it were glass.

" Don't underestimate me boy." With that, the demon finally disappeared, his dagger, a pile of obsidian-like shards, and a dissipating black smoke the only signs that there was ever anything there. He just stared at the pile until the buzz of his phone pulled his attention away. He lifted the phone to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hello Aldous."

He recognized the voice. It was the voice of his "employer" actually.

"I have another job for you... A special job actually."

This piqued his interest. "What kind of job?"

"I need to get inside information on a girl. A girl by the name of Olivia Blackwell." Blackwell. Why did that sound familiar?

"You just need info?"

"Yes...for now."

"Okay. When do I start?"

"In about a week or two. Expect a package on your doorstep." The line went dead.

He never got a job that involved simply getting information. His specialty was assassination and his "employer" knew this. Blackwell. What's so special about that name? He thought. I'll worry about it later. This "Blackwell" girl didn't matter to him. Whoever his employer asks him to target usually ends up dead anyway.

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!!!Author's Note!!!

This is an idea I've had for quite a while now, and I've been meaning to turn it into a book. This is only the prologue and I have to say, I'm pretty proud of it!

(This is original so I ask that you do not take credit for my work! Pictures do not belong to me. Story plot is mine. You belong to...well...you)

But I don't know how this book or mabye books *cough*hint*cough* will turn out.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Feedback and support are always appreciated!

Until next time!

~TLS