Night had passed
and turned into the light again.
And it was true: his strength had been about equal to that of a kitten's.
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She had not let
him too close, not even to warm her up.
They'd talked through most of the night.
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"So, you're one of those demons without a particular job?" She asked him.
"I guess so."
He couldn't tell her that he did, in fact, have a job. It was a secret to
everyone but those seeking protection.
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"Sometimes I
wished, I'd be free as well..."
She'd chosen this life, so she didn't really have much to complain. Most of
her clan were born or forced into it. But it was a hard life. At least until
she'd be assigned her own world to protect.
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"Free?"
Technically he was, but living in hiding wasn't much of a life at all.
"I wish."
"What do you mean?"
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"You don't know
how it is when everyone you used to know wants you dead. Even your family."
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"I guess I
don't..."
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She lowered her
voice: "He's not really family, but I'm sure Kilbas wouldn't hesitate to
kill me, given the chance."
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All of a sudden,
he was very alert: "Kilbas?"
The hunter Kilbas?
"You're a hunter?"
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"H-How do you
know about hunters?"
Normal demons weren't supposed to know. The lore was that there was only one
in existence.
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He stood up on
shaky legs, the effort taking near everything he had.
How could she be, as only one Hunter was ever sent to one world. But there
was no other explanation. She was a shapeshifter and spoke of Kilbas, the
Guardian of this Earth.
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He knew what he
had to do: leave before she realized who he was.
"We won't meet again, Tanith."
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"Wait..." she
protested, but he was already staggering out of her tent.
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