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CRASH

BANG BANG

the abnormally loud noises are frighteningly deafening as they can be. blood stains the brazilian walnut hardwood floors. bodies lie on the ground mutilated and shredded with a monstrous extent. the carpeted floors up the small step of stairs are stained with blood.

the bar counter once cleaned to a polished extent have blood and alcohol flowing upon their surface like glass. a few bodies lay across them and some are slouched in their seats.

there is a man there.

he has a horrific overjoyed expression upon his features as the shard of glass slices through flesh. the body convulsing under him before ceasing movements. the smell of iron is heavy. it's intoxicating mixed with alcohol.

the silence reigns on as lights flicker around. he rises up from where he settled. tossing the glass shard away as his gloved hands are soaked with blood. his eyes glow a glimmering white. his breath is black smoke. his jacket tightly bound with an encirclement of golden glowing chains.

" seventy-four filthy mythological beings terminated... mighty good."

his eyes are filled with joy. joy that he had murdered in cold blood over seventy-four demigods within the bar.

he didn't hold a single out of remorse within him.

" ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt our program of a novel review of 'ten ways to survive the new era' to bring you a special bulletin from the Starlix News. At fourteen minutes before ten, central time, a mass murder occurred in the high class bar of Washington. police arrived within the scene after receiving a disturbing call from a man- "

the red and blue lights are a strain to the eyes. needless to say he scowls at the sight but it gradually turns into a grin. seeing body bags being wheeled out makes him hum a delighted tune under his breath.

the holographic screen displaying the news covering the incident. how then a photo of his mark came.

" the person left this mark on the scene- assumed to verge likely have been drawn with a substance we are not clearly aware of- "

the symbol is smeared in a white glittering and glowing substance.

a grinning beast with their claws hovering over a light.

" this person is being referred to as-"

he stands up as the wind brushes against him. he pulls the mask of what a bubonic plague doctor would have worn during the plague. nothing hides the smoke that stems from him but his gloves are slipped off and burnt.

the smell of blood was intolerable for him now.

donning a new pair of gloves he's on his merry way to find the next filthy animals upon his list. the list that would terminate those of mythological existence.

" the mythological hunter. "

tick tock. tick tock. he is coming for you. watch your back. stay away.

" NEW DAWN | SEASON 6 "

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