The Texas Demon Hunter Chronicles Vol.1 Drug Cartel Vengeance My name is Maxwell Lawson, and I have a unique career. I hunt demons. (slight chuckle) Yes demons, those nasty supernatural devlish creatures. I live in the heart of Texas, in the middle of the state in the city of San Antonio. It is a large city that lies at the crossings of desert, coastal flats, rocky hills and forests. It is a good city with a great cost of living and a perfect and virtually equal proximity, to anywhere else in the state. The food is also fantastic. There is a rich cultural history here as well, with Latin American and German influences being the most prevelant. Not to mention that San Antonio is our nations seventh largest city, it is also one of our largest military cities as well. I work for the Texas Rangers, but I am not exactly a Texas Ranger per say. I was trained under the Rangers after leaving the Marine Corps due to an honorable discharge. I had suffered an injury during an operation in Afghanistan. My foot was blown off due to an explosion that occured at an undisclosed encampment. I have a prosthetic that serves me just fine, these days. I was also honorably discharged for another reason as well. You see, I have an ability, call it a sixth sense, if you will. I can see things, well...premonitions in a way. I get these dreams that stay rooted in my memory and are often prophetic. I can sense when something is about to "go down" so to speak. I also have a very capable skill of fighting and hand to hand combat. I can almost see an apponents move before it happens. I am not a large fellow though, I stand about 5'8 and weigh about 176 lbs, but I am very diciplined at my craft of fighting and fitness. I do not like weight training, personally, but do just enough to keep my strength above average and I HATE cardio. I keep in shape by playing basketball and raquetball primarily. I do however fastidiously train in my own devised martial arts, weapons training and meditation. (paragraph break) Now i stated that I hunt demons, which is a very broad and vague statement. There are many levels and ranks of demons ranging from impish troublesome creatures all the way up to the mighty and distinguished demon dukes, lords and presidents. The ones I hunt are the minor ones in the grand scheme of things. Now these "minor demons" are capable of horrific acts of gruesome physical, spriritual and psychological terror. They are not to be taken lightly under any known circumstances. Some possess insideous malice, cruety and brutality while others are simply mischevious and even comical and funny. Some demons are literally helpful and benevolent in their nature. There is one thing that all demons have in common though, they all come from Hell. Because of this, they are all inherently evil. Even the most benevolent of the demons have an evil and dark agenda, and should never under any circumstances, be trusted even in the slightest. They serve their masters and their own agendas, even when summoned by a skillful demonologist. (paragraph break) Now to fight a demon or an evil spirit, is very tricky. The phraise "It takes one to know one" is profoundly applicable in these situations. All of the weapons I use and all of the tactics I employ, are, what i like to say, "demonized". My standby is a modified custom 357 magnum with an extended barrel that extends 2 inches further than a traditional 357. It is a deep idnigo with an ivory inlay that was hand carved from the tusk of an elephant that Pope John Paul II blessed personally. The metal forged to create this gun was retrieved in a cask of ancient holy water that was over 500 years old. The rusted hunk of metal was honed and honed over and over again to create the barrell. The bullets are always blessed by the case-load by a representative from the Vatican in Italy. The insignia on the handle was that of a cross that was inside of a pentagram. The insignia symbolized the paradoxical nature of our existance. This insignia was also created in an emblem that I wore on a necklace. as well as a tattoo in the center of my chest, with five stars branded around the tattoo. The insignia was cursed in a literal sence, but not in a dangerous manner. The insigna would glow slightly and radiate heat from the handle of the gun when I was near any demons or evil entities. I also had three custom throwing knives of blessed steel and three ceramic ones as well (undetectable by metal detectors). I had two 9mm glock custom pistols with holsters on each ankle. I also have two small swords, forged from the same metal my gun was made from. The swords, as well as all of my other weapons bore the engraved phraise "non timebo mala" which is latin for "I will fear no evil". I also had an array of disguises that were essential for infiltrating cults and maintaining secrecy. Aside from my birthname "Max" I had three other aliases that I utilized. They were Mark Withers, Cory Altmeyer and Victor Lamskey. My linguistics was my weakness though, only speaking english and poorly executed spanish. I had lost track of the cost of all of my weapons and equipment when it hit $300,000. I was paid handsomely for most of my missions. I did however take on many charity pro bono cases. My benefactors were wealthy private businessmen, state government law enforcement, and federal goverment agencies such as the CIA. I was a fairly wealthy man but lived a solitary life, seldom calling upon the company of others. I had few relations with women as well. Attachments became liabilities in this business. I love what I do, but it is not the life for a social butterfly. I have always been a very easy going guy, soft spoken and shy but confident and tactful. And I love cats. I have three "Pooka", "Chucky" and "Athena". (paragraph break) I received a ping from my dark web contact, who went by the name "Dark Angel" the other day. I cannot divulge his real name or whereabouts for the sake of anonynimity. Dark, which was what I called him, had some information about a cult presence developing in the border city of Eagle Pass, Texas. There were reports of a pestilence that was killing livestock and housepets. Some 16 dogs, 20 cats, and dozens of chickens and goats were reported missing and or dead. The dead animals that were recovered were totally void of their eyes, teeth, nails and much of their skin, but otherwise intact. I packed up my gear, jumped into my Custom rebuilt Ford Bronco, and went to my occult contact. Her name was Agnetha Contreras, a small and slightly heavyset hispanic woman in her sixties. I pulled into her driveway, which was a small two bedroom house in south side San Antonio. I walked in "Aggie!? ....its Max" I said as I walked in. "Ayye mijo (pernounced meeho)" she said cheerfully, as she came in from the kitchen. I kissed her on the cheek and said "I need the usual, Im heading to Eagle Pass on a job. I may need to cross the border". "sure suuure...sit down, I just made coffee" she said as she patted me on the back. "Well I don't have much time, I ..." I Started to say. "No No, she snapped at me, you have time. Eagle Pass isn't going anywhere" she laughingly said. "I just made migas and steaks and fresh tortillas." she said with dutiful excitement. My stomach began to growl at the sight and smell of the food she was finishing up. Her cooking was the stuff of legends. She made homemade flour tortillas and coffee and juice. Her coffee was always strong and wonderfully brewed via french press. The silver creme boat, and sugar cup was already on the table. "I can't turn down your breakfast, thats for sure." I laughed and said. As I began to devour the migas which was a common concoction of scrambled eggs, corn tortilla strips and cheese. The steak was a thin cut sirloin that was ever so tender and perfectly cooked as well. "Im going to need the usual, for border missions, that is." I told her with a mouth full of food. I put the tacklebox on the table for her, when she took it from me and said "ok let me get the stuff ready for you" She brought out the box filled with herbs to put in my tea packets she made from scratch. There were also packets of blessed substances that were for me to take on my journey. She also had a dark web contact that supplied her with fresh opium, that I could put in a tiny marajuana pipe and smoke if I had any injuries. Taking 3 or four drags from an opium pipe was like popping a percoset or two, only no paper trail. "You're the best" I said as I gave her a big hug and a kiss. "I know I am, and don't you forget it" she said to me with a wry smile. I laughed back at her. "Where is Carlos?" I asked. "He's at the store for me today, my ankle is hurting too bad today." She replied. "Need anything when I get back?" I asked. "Just two gallons of milk, sweetie if you can" she replied. "Will do, you know how to reach me, if you need anything else." I said as I left for the trip. She was like a second mother to me as mine passed away due to a fatal car accident. (paragraph break) The trip was wholely uneventful and took about 2 hours. The contact gave me the location of the manshion on the outskirts of town right on the border. As soon as I reached town I noticed something in a field to my left about 100 feet off the shoulder. I jumped out of the truck and sensed the evil immediately. It felt like an ever so minute spike of adrenaline. This was due to the ability I posessed. It was the carcass of an animal, maybe a goat or a dog. As I approached, I realized it was a goat. It did not smell too bad as it looked like it was dead for about 10 hours or so. I examined the animal with laytex gloves from the tackle box that were provided for me. The eyes were gone, and the hooves were removed as well. The goat was otherwise intact and untouched. This was senceless waste and cruel. There were so many bizarre rituals being performed everywhere. Every ritual had its quirks too. These rituals were like entertainment for demons. The goal is to attract and produce an alluring atmosphere for them. This goat could feed a family with its meat for a week or milk for indefinite time period. I knew I was close now. (paragraph break) I jumped back into the truck and headed toward the GPS coordinates provided by my dark web contact. I checked the weather report for the afternoon in Eagle Pass and it was forcasting sunny skies and highs around 100 degrees farenheight. The sky was becoming an obscure dark green gray color, totally opposite of what the forcast indicated. Lightning began to pepper the ground frequently. No rain had begun to fall however. This was common during a demonic episode. Dark skies, lightning with no rain. I was approaching the mansion, when I noticed that there was a sophisticated security system surrounding the property. There were about 6 or 7 vehicles parked outside of the building. I waited till nightful before making my move. I parked the truck about a quarter mile away and covered the truck with a camouflage tarp that was supplied by my tactical equipment contact. I started the hike back toward the mansion at around midnight, reaching the perimeter in about 20 minutes or so. I had found a hole in the fencing near the back side of the house. I took out a pair of night vision binoculars and could see two guards by the back entrance to the large house. I was able to creep up to within 6 feet of the guards, which was perfect distance for my throwing knives. I procured two of them, which were very capable of taking down someone in minutes. Now throwing knives are not like the movies, where you can throw it from 20 feet away and kill someone silently. I use them with a special toxin that would put someone to sleep in a matter of 3 minutes or so. This instant kill garbage was all hollywood. Throwing knives take a lot of practice. They are a lot of fun if you can master them. Its all about repitition, repitition, repitition. I could hit a dart board sized bullzeye from ten feet, 9 out of 10 throws and it took months of practice to get that accurate. They were totally silent though and excelled within the element of surprise. I threw one first to the guy on the left and hit him in the back. He yelped and said"what the fuk??!" and then dropped in about 20 seconds. The second guy stooped over to see what happened to his partner. I hit that guy in the back of the shoulder. he pulled out the knife and said "whaaaa..." than collapsed as well. They would be out for about an hour or so, so I had to move quickly. I took the overcoat and hat from one of the guards I had subdued and put them on. I strolled into the vast living room . It had been converted to a dark magic chapel. There was an alter the size of a car in the rear center of the room. It was covered in blood, but I was not sure from what. I strolled near the back of the room pretending to make rounds as a guard would do. I noticed there was a man in a dark robe at the back of the alter who was chanting in tongues of some sort. I knew the sound of demon summoning when I heard it. The ghastly sight of two flayed and butchered goats sat upright on stilted spikes as sacrifices. Above the man chanting, was a black hole that was rotating in a circular motion. My gun and chest emblem began to glow, indicating it was showtime. I needed to get these demons as soon as they crossed over, or they would unleash carnage. My intel explained that these demons were summoned for the destruction of a rival cartel. Now we can do without more cartels in the world, but these fools were summoning demons that could wreak havoc and end the lives of countless innocent people. I waited in disguise to see what kind and how many demons were about to show up. (paragraph break) When I saw them appear, I knew what they were right away. They were a lesser demon called "grimools". They were command and kill assasins. They always followed the conjurers orders as long as he or she was alive. They are aimless when not under command and tend to wander the earth killing indiscriminantly. They were a 4 on the demon power scale of 1-10. This scale was very much like the pain scale with 10 being the most powerful. Grimools can move very quickly and had a deadly strike. They stand about 6 feet tall and have large bulbous heads with tall bat-like ears. They do not fly, but can teleport about twice per hour. They were not very intellegent, but deadly nonetheless. They were thin and wiry with hands the size of 5 times that of a mans hand with razor sharp claws. They have an appearance that resembles a huminoid form that is also bipedal. Their main advantages were their speed, agility and poisoness claws. Wounds from these demons grow gangrenous in a matter of hours. Basically, Grimools are the low ranking hit men of Hell, so to speak. Their main disadvantage was their carelessness. I have handled several of these guys in the past and was not too worried. The summoner must be kept alive or the demons would disperse somewhere else, sometimes back to Hell, or to another place on earth. Just like Me, they can sense and smell me as well. They are immediately attracted to a fight, no matter how big the adversary, making them both dangerous but stupid and predictable. (paragraph break) I quietly left the summoning room and went into the long halls looking for the demons. They were in the house awaiting instructions from the conjurer. My amulet glowed brighter as I got closer and closer. The rooms were pitch black. I put on my night vision goggles. I could hear debris being tossed and tumbled in one of the rooms ahead. I pulled out a pouch of powder from my pocket and took a pinch between my thumb and forefinger. The powder is ground human bones that were used as an attractant or a diversion. I snapped my finger with the powder and it puffed out. Then its ghastly scream erupted. It sounded like a combination of a screaming woman blended with a swine squeal. "God, you guys are always so damn noisy" I said aloud as one of them erupted out of one of the rooms and into the hallway to face me. I had my revolver ready as it started toward me with unholy and unnatural speed. I drew and fired at the demon. The bullet hit with a hiss that made the demons glowing red body turn black and explode into black fine ashen powder. The powder then dissapeared immediately as if nothing happened. I changed the song on my headphones to Iron Maiden's "Aces High" and said "One down, one more to go". Iron maiden was my favorite heavy metal band. I proceeded further and heard a rush and screaching sound behind me. I whirled around to see the other one climbing on the ceiling. Oh yea, I forgot to mention that they were excellent climbers. I spun on my heel and fell to my back facing upward underneath the creature and fired. It erupted in a cloud of black ash that fell all over my face. "Dammit...I hate it when that happens" I cursed in frustration as the black ash begin to disintegrate. Now it was time to eliminate the conjurer. The conjurer must be confronted before being killed. The confrontation part is for the disruption of the conjuring. The realization must be met by the conjurer. Once this occurs, the portal will begin to close. Killing a conjurer before he has a chance to stop can cause a portal to be not fully closed. These half closed portals were called "rips". The reason to kill the conjurer was for preventitave measures. There cannot be the element of risk, that these conjurers will do it again. A leftover rip can cause further infestations and hauntings from not only demons but malevolent spirits as well. Killing the conjurer is the safest and easiest way to stop the cycle. Rips take three skilled conjurers to close. (paragraph break) I went into the main chamber and found the man who completed the conjuring on a cell speaking spanish to someone on the other line. He was explaining the situation regarding a rival cartel across the border was all I could surmise. I gave the guy a whistle, making him jump in surprise. "Who the hell are you??!" He said. "Your worst nightmare" I said. I know I know...cheesy and cliche, but I couldn't resist. "You have opened a portal of untold evil and you must either turn yourself in, to the authorities or die...choose now?" I said routinely like I have said dozens of times. "Die?!...haaaahaha, no you my friend are going to die" he said. "I summon thee to kill this man!!" he commanded out loud. Nothing happened. "They're gone, as well as your portal" I said as the portal began to shrink and dissapear. "No !!...it can't be" he said incredulously. "Fraid so, buddy" I responded. Get him...Now!!" He called to his men on a walkie talkie. I crouched down behind a large metal statue and waited. I saw four men approach with silenced handguns. A barrage of bullets came at me as I was crouched behind the statue. I crouched down low to make myself as small a target as possible. I took aim and shot one of the men in the chest and the other in the head. The other two were firing wildly at me as I begin to roll low to the right. One of the bullets grazed my forearm as I could feel the bee sting like jolt of pain erupt in my arm. "Dammit, You're getting sloppy and over confident" I told myself in frustration. I trained my gun and shot a third henchman in the chest. I took aim at the last one as he ducked behind the alter with the bossman. I missed as the bullet tore a chunk of concrete from the corner of the alter. The bullets I use were a very high quality hollow point. Being that my ammo was all "blessed" meant that it could effectively combat demons, as well as regular villians. The remaining henchman threw a canister of what appeared to be tear gas. "Shit!!.. " I said as I pulled out a fine cloth bandanna to cover my mouth and nose. It helped alittle, as long as I kept low. I saw a figure walking in the gassy mist with a gas mask on. I took aim and put a bullet through his temple. I grabbed the bossman by the collar and drug him outside the house and said "You're really beginning to piss me off now, so you have one chance to turn yourself in to the authorities, who are on their way...or die right here right now...your choice!" The sound of distant sirens begin to eminate from the end of the street. "Fine, Ill turn myself in!!...just dont kill me!" He pleaded. "I didn't have a choice!! .....they kidnapped my cousin in Guadalajara. I had to do something" He pleaded. "You chose this life on your own. You'll have your day in court like everyone else." I said as two police officers began to cuff him. The Eagle Pass P.D. was informed of my presence and was told not to appear untill I gave the signal. The signal was a simple GPS beacon that resembled a small remote control. I used this to call in the local cavalry, when arrests were to be made. (paragraph break) Well, after packing up my equipment and cleaning my gun with a blessed sacred vial of gun oil, I jumped back in the truck. The drive was the longest 2 hours of my life. The tear gas and adrenaline wore me out and sleep wanted to come in a bad way. I stopped at a convenience store a can of high gravity cheap malt liquer and a 10 ounce orange juice. I mixed it together and poured it on ice. I took a long drink from the concoction that I called the "poor mans brass monkey" Hey it is my one vice, I enjoy one every day. I also remembered to pick Aggie up a couple of gallons of milk as well. I finally came home and plopped down on the couch and "Pooka" the more affectionate of my three cats jumped up on my lap. I fell asleep in minutes unitl I was awoken by a sound. I awoke a bit disoriented and looked around. My computer pinged. On the screen, Dark left me a message on my homepage that said. "We have a situation in El Paso." I sighed and groaned. I slept for about 7 hours and was quite rested until my laptop pinged again with another message from Dark "Feeling Spontaneous?" He is always such a smartass, I laughed and replied "whats up". end
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