Demonhunter
Three Thousand Club
"You wont get in trouble for a demon attack. stay hidden, im going to go beat some information out of this f*cker." Isroh growled as vines grew over the building. he lept down onto the factory floor. the men turned to fight him, but their weapons were caught in the thicket of vines and soon all were caccooned in the flowers... but the vines had no thorns so they wouldn't be harmed. he went to the man he wanted.
"Remember me?" Isroh asked as the vines constricted around him.
"N-no! what the hell, who are you!?"
"Im going to tell you a little story to jog your memory. A boy sold to you in auction. dragged through your church, chained up and beaten for three hours. painted up like a Picasso painting and forced to drown in his own blood for 3 hours. ring a bell?"
@trix
the man was speechless.
"No... no no. we kill you. theres no coming back. you cant just come back, we killed you."
"I need information.I'll be taking this." Isroh took the man's cellphone and began flipping through the photos... coming across a picture of a man he recognized... the man who'd blindfolded him in the first place. he knew that face anywhere. it was the last face he saw before death.
Isroh turned, snapping his fingers. the vines constricted on the man, growing thorns and slashing him to pieces and eventually killing him while the vines ensnaring the other men released their capataves. he lept up back where the shadow hunter was. "I cant thank you enough. one down. 5 more. I... you want to go to lunch or something? ill pay its the least I can do."
"Remember me?" Isroh asked as the vines constricted around him.
"N-no! what the hell, who are you!?"
"Im going to tell you a little story to jog your memory. A boy sold to you in auction. dragged through your church, chained up and beaten for three hours. painted up like a Picasso painting and forced to drown in his own blood for 3 hours. ring a bell?"
@trix
the man was speechless.
"No... no no. we kill you. theres no coming back. you cant just come back, we killed you."
"I need information.I'll be taking this." Isroh took the man's cellphone and began flipping through the photos... coming across a picture of a man he recognized... the man who'd blindfolded him in the first place. he knew that face anywhere. it was the last face he saw before death.
Isroh turned, snapping his fingers. the vines constricted on the man, growing thorns and slashing him to pieces and eventually killing him while the vines ensnaring the other men released their capataves. he lept up back where the shadow hunter was. "I cant thank you enough. one down. 5 more. I... you want to go to lunch or something? ill pay its the least I can do."
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