Rising Shadows

The Power of darkness is beyond imagining. The legend of the darkest shadows is surfacing. Follow the adventure of Charlie Hunter as she gets thrown into a world of the supernatural. Having found herself in poverty and in far too much debt she is forced to resort to thievery but she picked the wrong house, the wrong artefact and the wrong race of Shadow creatures to royally piss off.


6. Hunt

"You're telling me a seventeen year old girl stole the blood skull and out ran not one but TWO of you!?!?!" The creatures responsible for letting her escape knelt, bound in human form. His rage spiralled out of control and he literally ripped them both apart. Limb by limb. Their blood splattered across the dark earth and soaked the remaining demons. "I don't care... What it takes... I want you to find her NOW I want you to kill her NOW and I want the skull back NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!" He roared. The demons withered under his fury and nodded their obedience before turning around and racing off in the direction she sped to.

Silus stood and examined his handiwork across the ground. It had been far too long since he'd slaughtered someone like that. He grinned borderlining on maniacal. Then he looked off in the direction his lackeys had gone. "If you want something done right... Do it yourself" He muttered. Straightening his tie and dusting off his suit he began walking until he came across a truck. He stuck out his hand as a hitchhiker symbol. The car stopped. Inside were two men and four women. He smirked. Women were his favourite meal. They always tasted..... exotic. He smiled a feral smile and stared intently at the driver. "Can I catch a ride?" He asked. The driver was hesitant. " Y-yeah sure why not?" Again Silus smiled. "Thank you". And with that he climbed into the back seat. Fifteen seconds later A Passing hiker heard the screams of four women...

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