Kyuuketsuki
By S . M . Cook
Prologue
I remember it well , the night that I first saw the jaws of Satan . The vision is still clear , the idea insane . It was but a mere few moments , yet it changed my life forever .
Now , one may ask how such a thing is possible ; but let me tell you , it is … very possible . How does one explain one ’ s own transformation ? To go from the quiet , reserved , diffident person I was born , to the stealthy , capricious , subtle hunter I became that night .
The first thought which comes to mind in such a situation is , ‘ Who is at fault ?’ Was I so vulnerable ? How could I be overcome so easily ? I had never thought myself weak , but in fact stronger than average – not so much physically but emotionally , mentally . Perhaps , it was not my fragility that made me the target , but my strength . After all , strength too can be a weakness if one is not careful . It is a lesson that I have had to learn through the more than 200 years that have followed .
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Chapter 1
“ Damascus ! Where in the hell are you ?” My voice echoed hollowly , as I kicked in the door of an elegantly