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The Demon Hunter Organization

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As the nights become longer and the days shorter, the world changes, deaths are rampant, and the earth begins to shift. Demons emerged in the human realm 50 years ago and wreaked havoc as they pleased. Even before the demons were proven to exist, the influential name of the Denaro family was renowned for generations as the family of notorious assassins. Samara Denaro is an assassin and a demon hunter. Her wildness, craziness, and passion for blood drive her towards this line of work.

Her exceptional demon-hunting abilities were fueled primarily by her desire to surpass her older brother Cain and achieve the first rank in S-class in their organization. She is ultimately determined to kill in order to prove to their father that she, too, is capable of dominating. Likewise, one becomes entangled in a love triangle.

This is only a WORK OF FICTION. Names, characters, places and events are FICTIOUS, unless otherwise stated. Any resemblance to a real person, living or dead, or actual event is purely COINCIDENTAL.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the prior permission of the author.

PLAGIARISM IS A SERIOUS CRIME!

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Prologue
Samara Denario’s POV: “Do you want to be branded as a traitor?!” I shouted to the man, who seemed to be in his mid-30s and was seated on the floor. Another corporate fuckup in his expensive business suite. He gave me a frightened expression. I moved my hand from his chest to his left hand, slowly scraping his fancy sleeves with my knife and tearing a few strands of his fine sleeve fabric. “What?” “You asked me for the information, I will tell you everything, just please don’t kill me,” He spoke in a trembling voice. I moved a step backward and laughed maniacally at his answer. How hilarious is this man? “Seriously? You give me this vital information about your company the first time I ask. Damn! You could’ve resisted for a little while at least. Now I don’t have a reason to torture you.” My smile turned into a stern expression. I grimaced as I glanced at him. I took hold of my gun, aimed the barrel toward his forehead, and took out the safety pin. He knelt and started to scream and cry in front of me as he rubbed his palms together as though he were praying and said, “Please, I do not want to die! I will tell you everything— “ A traitor has always infuriated me. His explanations grew old. As I mercilessly shot him, I said, "Pathetic." Blood spattered on my face as his body fell to the ground. “Damn it!” I hissed. I wiped the blood from my cheek with my backhand before drawing my sword and cleaning it with his suit. "I might as well make use of your worthless body." I put my pistol back in the holster and my blade back in my scabbard. I exited the room as if nothing had happened. I was tasked with executing the victim and gathering information for the individuals who hired me. I completed the task, but it was a dreary kill. It did not amuse me since the guards were feeble and terrible at their jobs. I had expected to torture the leader instead to compensate for the monotonous performance, but he, too, was pitiful. “She’s here!” I heard a voice behind me, and then the rummaging footsteps of two or three more guards were getting near. I came to a halt and crouched behind the wall. I pulled out my pistol and ambushed the guards who were pursuing me. I jumped to my side and fired my gun at the men in front of me. Before they could even retaliate, the three collapsed on the ground, perplexed as to what had happened. I stood up and spotted an exit. I rushed to the door and slid down the stairwell when I noticed a crowd of guards approaching in my direction. "Tsk," how many of these hoodlums are there? A rifle was pointed at me, but I was able to get away in time. I came to a halt when I heard footsteps approaching in my direction. I shot, and they fired back. I only have 8 ammunition rounds remaining and did not carry a spare magazine. "Great," I muttered to myself as bullets rained down on me. They continued to shoot at me while I retreated behind the stairwell wall. Those are automatic rifles with approximately 40 bullets, and I assume they have spare magazines. There are about four to five people, which means there are a lot of bullets. They eventually stopped shooting. I could hear them conversing and hear footsteps approaching. I shut my eyes tight and inhaled deeply before exhaling. "All right, here we go!" I said to myself as I rose up and began shooting. As I hit one of them, they fled behind the walls for cover and began shooting blindly. I looked for cover and waited for the firing to die down. "Sheeze, I just wasted some rounds," I muttered as I went through the magazine. I decided to draw my sword while gripping my pistol in my left hand. "All right, take two!" I exclaimed as I raced out of my cover and began shooting the guys I spotted, and they stepped out of their cover and fired shots at me. I just kept running and hiding behind any wall I could find eager to get close to them. As soon as I got close to the first guy, I shot at him, and the guy behind him started shooting at me. I quickly used the other guard's body as a shield to keep him at bay. I slid my pistol to the victim's side and shot the individual who was shooting at me desperately. When I hit the target, I sprinted to the side of the wall and did a backflip while aiming for the other two. The lifeless bodies all dropped as soon as my feet touched the floor. I thought to myself, "One last guy." I was so focused on locating him that I did not realize he was already behind me. “Drop your weapon!” I heard him say with a trembling voice. "You should probably say that again with confidence." I mocked him. His expression changed; he seemed pissed at what I said. "I am not kidding!" "Drop it!" He sneered as he motioned for me to drop my weapons. "No way," I said in a bored tone. He was trembling, and so were his knees. "You should run; I will spare you," I said with a mischievous grin plastered on my face. "Y—you!" he snarled. "Oops!" "Did I just piss you off?" I taunted him. "I will shoot you!" he said, pulling the trigger without hesitation. But his rifle was out of ammunition. His face was suddenly terrified, and he dropped his weapon with shaky hands. "Lucky!" "You actually pulled the trigger when I told you I'd spare your life," I replied, shaking my head in disbelief. "Please, let me live!" he pleaded. I smiled at him and whispered, "Run." He bolted as fast as he could, and I smirked. "I did give you a chance," I said, sending my sword flying, piercing his back, and forcing him to fall to his knees. I put my pistol back in my holster and approached him to retrieve my sword. "You said you'd let me... live," he sobbed, blood gushing out of his mouth and streaming from his chest. "You are a devil," he said as he took his last breath. "Oh, shut up!" I rolled my eyes as I stepped on his dead body and pulled out my sword. Finally, peace. I walked into the room beneath the bastard's office and opened a window. I pulled out my grappling device and fired it at the next building. The cabled line then sprang out. I hooked the other end to the building I was in and took out my hook to jump to the other building. I landed on the cement of the adjacent building. My movements were swift in order to avoid meeting with their backup. I cannot jeopardize my identity, yet I am confident I can finish them off, albeit it may require some time that I do not have. Before I heard a voice, my earpiece transitioned from quiet to a static sound. "Great job," said the man at the other end of the line. "You know, you don't have to do everything alone; that is why we have three members in one party," he continued. His statements made me roll my eyes. "I work alone," I stated sternly. Before he spoke again, I heard a heavy sigh on the other end of the line. "Alright, return back to base." "We have a new mission for you," he added. My lips formed a smile as a reaction. It's time to venture on a new journey. Our name has been known for centuries—as assassins, that is—long before demons were believed to exist and caused immense turmoil in the world. For the longest time, our name has been feared. We made allies and foes, but I reckon we switched professions this time. We are now hired to hunt and kill demons. We still do both, depending on what our clients desire. I am the harbinger of death.

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