This is a version of a short story I wrote when I was around 14-15 years old.
As you can probably tell, it is heavily influenced by things like the Devil May Cry games and Warhammer, two things I loved when I was a teen.
Anjellus stormed through the gates, his scarlet cloak flapping in the wind.
“Hello?” he called out. A road echoed through the hall of the Iron Tower.
A black creature lunged from the shadows but Anjellus nimbly deflected its claws, his sword bouncing off its scaly skin.
“Grr…beast” he growled as he thrust his gun to its belly, firing.
It screamed out and fell limp to the floor.
“Job done.” Anjellus said, striding out of the tower and into the cold night.
The demon-hunter travelled through the night and finally arrived at his home of Terek. He stood atop the hill East of Terek, his black boots frozen in fear. Terek was burning to the ground!
He could just make out small figures amongst the flames. There were much larger beings also, killing Terek’s natives.
Anjellus sprinted down the hill and slew many evil creatures, an enormous shadow lurked still, engulfed in fire.
“Anjellus, you are a fool.” the beast’s voice pounded in the demon-hunter’s head.
“You are the fool, Borion, I’ll slay you like I do every demon.”
“Don’t count on it!”
With those words, Borion struck Anjellus to the floor, knocking him unconscious.
When he regained his senses, he noticed a face peering down at him.
“Anjellus, you’re awake.”
“Dante, how…did…you…survive?” Anjellus murmured.
“I hid in my cellar.” his old friend smirked.
“We must kill Borion before he destroys Caradrha” (the country’s capital) Anjellus said as he stood up.
“You are right, we must follow him through the Forest of Silence.”
“Where has he gone?” Dante said, puzzled.
“West, to the Onyx Tower, his lair.” Anjellus answered.
“I need to feed soon, Anjellus.” Dante gasped for blood.
With a rustling in the bushes, a boar launched itself, attempting to tackle Dante’s leg. With his lightning-quick reaction and superhuman strength, Dante swiped at it and began to drink.
“Satisfied, friend?” chuckled Anjellus.
A few hours late, they reached the edge of the forest and prepared to cross the bridge.
The bridge was more rotted and worn than ever before.
“Where’s Pyret?” Dante asked.
“I do not know.” Anjellus replied.
Pyret was an old friend, a troll that guarded the bridge from intruders intending to attack the more populated areas.
“I fear the worst.” Anjellus said, reluctantly.
The bridge could only support one person so Dante flew while Anjellus trod cautiously across. On the other side lay the corpse of Pyrey.
“Borion shall pay for this.” Anjellus cursed. “We must move swiftly.”
The unusual duo trekked across a barren wasteland. A roaring motor sounded in the distance.
“Oh no, the Attack Squads. The natives of this area are very technologically advanced, they have motor driven chariots they call Speeders, prepare for a fight.” Anjellus informed Dante as they drew their weapons.
The Speeders approached at unbelievable speeds, a trail of dust following them as they tore across the dry and cracking ground. Anjellus responded, unloading his Colt .45s, trying to disable the vehicle.
A tyre popped, causing the Speeder to tumble and spin out of control, smashing in to the ground.
Another three vehicles appeared behind the first, in V formation.
“Take to the sky.” Anjellus instructed.
Dante did as he was told. Anjellus fired constantly at the lead Speeder. The engine began to smoke. The passengers suddenly realised what was happening, scrambling furiously as they tried to escape their doom. The explosion that followed destroyed the last three Speeders and the burnt bodies tumbling over Anjellus’ head.
“Incredible gun work, my friend.” Dante thanked him, impressed by his friend’s skill. “I owe my life to you and your pistols.”
“Quickly, we must travel South. Through the marsh.”
The demon-hunter and vampire trudged through the thick, sludgy mire.
“Disgusting.” muttered Dante.
“Indeed.” Anjellus replied. “Hurry, we must get out of her before nightfall.”
“Why?” the vampire asked.
“Terrible beasts roam these parts.” He said, staring all around him.
A scream echoed in their ears, coming from deep in the marsh.
“Come.” Anjellus sprinted towards the source.
A woman’s body lay in the bog. “We’re too late…”
The murderer erupted from the depths and struck Dante squarely in the sternum, claws ripping at his clothes and skin.
“A Malrok!” Anjellus exclaimed.
“Leave this to me, brother.” Dante smiled.
One hand wrapping around the creature’s neck, while his other sharp, powerful fingers thrust into the creature’s chest. He sank his teeth in to its throat, the beast gurgled as it’s heart was ripped from its body.
“Let’s get going then.” Dante said as he threw the heart into the marsh.
“The final stage of the journey, the Onyx Tower awaits.”
Anjellus stormed through the doors of Borion’s lair, killing anything that moved.
“Borion! We are here to slay you!” Anjellus called out to the demon.
“If you want me, come and get me, hunter.” The demon’s voice echoed back.
“Go Anjellus, you take care of him. I’ll eliminate any creatures down here.”
“Very well, I’ll do our home proud my friend.” Anjellus ran up the stairs to greet his foe.
“Welcome to where you will die.” Borion boomed as Anjellus burst in to the room.
Both warriors launched at each other, exchanging blows at incredible speeds. Anjellus fired and slashed at Borion but the demon dodged, ducked and struck back, smashing Anjellus into the wall at the other side of the room. Anjellus stood up and waited for his foe. As Borion flew at him, the demon-hunter somersaulted, spinning and shooting constantly as he did so. He landed with a thud, embedding his sword in to the beast’s back. He wailed in pain, releasing an enormous powerful ball of energy that completely swallowed his prey.
“It’s over.” Borion chuckled.
“For you, demon!” Anjellus jumped down from the ceiling and stabbed his blade through his opponent’s head. Borion’s death howl echoed through the tower, disintegrating in a blinding light.