I woke up, confused and disorientated. Where was I? What was going on? I tried to get up, but winced as my body argued, coursing pain through me. I was sore all over... Meh.

Looking around, I was in a small bed, in a normal room. Nothing much, just a small closet, the occasional funiture, a desk and a chair. I scanned the room, and noticed my †SaInT† rifle lying next to me. I made a move to grab it, but as to no avail as the pain took over. I cursed under my breath as I once again plunged into unconciousness...

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I woke up...Again. I was feeling less sore this time, so i got up and walked around a bit before grabbing my rifle. Switching the option to 'Full Automatic' and putting in a new clip full of ExcraVator bullets, I approached the door, creaking it open.

I barely opened it two inches before it was opened completely by a figure wearing a large, long black cloak.

"...You're awake." the figure said, in a emotionless, voidlike voice that completely unnerved me.

"W-Who are you?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Oi! Who are you?" I asked, this time with more vigor, pointing the gun at the figure's torso. The man glanced at the gun, but ignored it as a hand, with unnaturally long(and sharp) fingernails reached out.

This totally revamped me. Only high-class, strong demons can maintain a human form, but no demon can maintain a perfect human form. This meant that this one was a strong one. Presuming that it was hostile, he had nearly no chance of winning in a fight alone. Chances were, from the sharp fingernails and hooded cloak, he was either a type of Vampire(There were different types, I.E. Ice Vampires, Royals, Purebloods, ETC), a elder Boggart(Shapeshifter, which was pretty weak, so his best chance), a Sentail, or a Kitsune. I suspected the former.

Taking two small steps back, I steeled myself. One, two, THREE! my mental countdown stopped as i took action. Quickly grabbing a HW grenade from my belt, I turned it on and thrust it into the thing's chest. Rolling back, I watched as a shower of water came out, burning the demon. Holy Water was a very effective weapon against demons- Won't kill them, but it'll caus eimmense pain.

Priming my weapon, i fired a volley of ExcraVator bullets at it, watching as the rune-colored bullets riddled it's torso. I then primed the grenade launcher under my rifle, and fired it at the opposite wall. Jumping behind the bed, I stayed as the explosion scatted sharpnel everywhere.I quickly started to run outside, but I was blocked by the black figure. But this time, it was riddled with peices of stone and small hints of smoke coming up from its body.

"Now, now. Don't be so feisty." the figure rasped out, before moving his hand towards me.

I panicked and drew my double-sided paladin sword, making a wild overhand cut, aimed to chop off the thing's head. It raised a simple finger, and easily blocked the large, thick blade of Avalastor steel combined with a full array of ancient runes.

"The paladin's weapon has degraded over the decades, I see...Relying on your pathetic guns won't help." the figure rasped out once again, and grabbing the blade as the ancient runes glowed blue in protest, he litterally snapped the blade in two, and then punched me, the sheer power of it pushing me to the otherside of the room. I noticed a cruel smirk as I sinked down to blissful unconciousness...