I Am Hunter, A Knight of the Apocalypse. What More Could you Possibly Ask?
My warpath is seemingly endless. Every day I smite a new foe. My steel seems unbreakable and impenetrable. From the clinics come the ones I must pursue. I've been ordered to hunt them down. All of them. It's exhausting, but nothing is impossible when it comes to the will of my King. Destruction to the betrayers. The orders are simple. Do I even have a heart anymore? All of these corpses of my slain foes indicate otherwise. You'll never escape the torment of my thorned whip, as I am convicted.
Why do they even bother? Do they not know what is inevitable? I am not proving myself in combat, but merely demonstrating my Lord is an indomitable force. I have became a defender, a knight of Valhalla. I drink their blood from the casks I make from their hideously demonically twisted skulls. The last one I defeated was nothing more than a coward. He didn't even try and fight back. I always have to catch them before they can retreat. Perhaps I grew tired of the new way, and seek to awaken the old. A general who leads must fight the most. I figured there's not many of them left. I only have to hunt down a few more, and finish off the plaguebearers. Those who carry the mark are destined to die. I have my orders. I am ever faithful.
Perhaps it's normal to believe battles are a constant. At this junction, peace simply is not an option. What have I become? A bearer of the end, a messenger of retaliation? It's the only option. When one wages war, you must kill those trying to kill you. They'll die before I as I am nothing but damned.
My family is the only ones who keep my sanity. Their encouragement drives me to a higher level. I am invincible because of all of my brothers and sisters in arms. Sometimes, my sisters surprise me. Perhaps if they were as determined as me they could be quite the challenging sparring partners. They were too good for such a bloody, grueling task. Sleep is something that is becoming a forgotten experience. Am I driven by God, or perhaps He is a bit darker than I had even known? What a grim and morbid end this world is coming to. I'm optimistic, however. It will be a lot easier to rest when all those voices that keep me awake are permanently silenced. It's not the end of everything, however. I'm happy that I can keep the plants and animals, as my travels have given me a through enjoyment of natural beauty.
Am I a beast who didn't lose my mind, or can somewhat control it? Perhaps I am alone, and they threaten my alone. No matter. They are the true ones condemned. Although I'll wander forever, they will not have that pleasure. The devil's fruit is what they eat. Poison they spit from their lips. When cornered, they are nothing more than garter snakes. Their bites are free of both pain and malice. What was once my family now seems alien. We couldn't be more different, you and I. Will you join me, or must you perish? The choice is yours. This epidemic must end, and we have the perfect solution. Medicine and patience are too valuable. A shot of venom is much easier to come by, as the vipers seem omnipotent themselves. This really is the God's sick joke.
The moon awakens me, even if I wasn't sleeping. Time to prowl. There is no rest for the wicked. I will kill before the sun rises, and I will kill again before darkness falls. The possibilities are endless, if only hidden by our own realities. Some day, there will just be me. A quiet garden, where I am alone, where I am with my thoughts and the presence of the moon itself.
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