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.
Chapter 1
Part 1
“Damascus! Where in the hell are you?” My voice
echoed hollowly, as I kicked in the door of an elegantly
aged ballroom leaving the lock warped and unusable. The
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