END OF CHAPTER [Fallen Hunter]
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….After vigorously engaging all the evils he must fought and defeating all of them including his nefarious foe, the Hunter sees him self no where else to go and has no further purpose on to moving on. Dazed and confused, he questions himself at that very moment if he had done the right thing. “I’m a half demon, half angel.. There are no other kinds of myself but yet I discern the evils to be my enemy. I may even be WORST than THEM!” His roar echoed renewed glumness. And then there was silence.
Still trap into the darkness of his own thoughts, he noticed that he had his horns grown satiated. He knew from the start it gets bigger every time he killed every single evil that comes in his way. As long as it is killing, there is no exception… Even his white feathered wings are withering and turning into ashes. All of these are equally fragments of what he is as a half demon half angel in the beginning.
As he comprehends more what was happening to him, he finally realizes what he must do. Even with his aching body he pulls himself together. He covered his damaged eyes and hides the revolver in his right arm in his back as it held too much weight and ruins his focus for it was both bleeding immensely. Prepared of what his decision’s made up, he readies his revolver to shoot his head…….. [Silence again.. LOL]
Just when he’s about to pull the trigger…… -- awkkk . . . awwkkw . . . (sound of a crow) “That’s my crow…”
Still trap into the darkness of his own thoughts, he noticed that he had his horns grown satiated. He knew from the start it gets bigger every time he killed every single evil that comes in his way. As long as it is killing, there is no exception… Even his white feathered wings are withering and turning into ashes. All of these are equally fragments of what he is as a half demon half angel in the beginning.
As he comprehends more what was happening to him, he finally realizes what he must do. Even with his aching body he pulls himself together. He covered his damaged eyes and hides the revolver in his right arm in his back as it held too much weight and ruins his focus for it was both bleeding immensely. Prepared of what his decision’s made up, he readies his revolver to shoot his head…….. [Silence again.. LOL]
Just when he’s about to pull the trigger…… -- awkkk . . . awwkkw . . . (sound of a crow) “That’s my crow…”
To be continued….
*story for my Avatar Arena Submission
Xd … sorry but I end the story that way because that’s how my illustration looks like and I'm not the story writer type either. It's only for my entry in the arena so I'm really sorry if the story sucks. I can draw but I can't write well that's the fact. Xd... BTW. It’s a scripted story so you should probably able to figure out what will happen next. Xd
