King_Uniform
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Memories are something precious. They define a person, help a person to learn from their mistakes, and they make a person who they are in the present day, but for certain beings, memories...are a lot more important than one might think...
So, enter a being known only as "The Huntsman", or simply "Bloodshot" to the very few who he allows to get close him. Bloodshot....was in no way a normal demon. He had supernatural accuracy, even for a demon, he could see things happen before they actually DID happen, his senses were so heightened he didn't even need to guess whatever it was he sensed, he simply just...knew, and he had the innate desire to see justice be served, in whatever way possible. However, there was one little detail about him that he NEVER let slip...
He had no memory of who he was, before he appeared on that damn hill outside of Imp City...
Bloodshot remembered nothing about his origins. Not his birth, not his death, he didn't even know his own NAME, until he adopted the name Bloodshot and went by that instead. All he had that connected him to who he was before he appeared on that hill...was the pendant around his neck, and the tattoo on his chest, both of which never understood or recognised.
Nevertheless, Bloodshot built up his reputation as best as he could, and kept feeding his desire to see justice dealt from the moment he woke up, to the moment he went to sleep. This "routine" worked for him, until one day, he came upon a poorly written billboard advertising a job. Specifically, it was a job...as an assassin. And where would the trail lead Bloodshot?
Right into the arms of I.M.P...
And that, is where our story begins...
The Huntsman knows no bounds, only death, accuracy, and bloodlust...
The Hunt is on...
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