The moon shone down upon the tops of the ragged trees in this broken forest. The moonlight helped but it was little trouble to track his prey. He could smell him. His human stink permeated the very air. The demon’s laughter shook loudly against the foliage.
He strode toward the man who just stood there and waited with a cane in his hand. The man who had a ring of thirteen bars tattooed around his neck. The man who had an odd little monkey perched on his shoulder.
“I will crush you little man! I will wear your bones as a necklace!” the demon cried with relish.
A note from a stringed instrument came back to him in response. The man slowly strummed on a ukulele and sang… sang a very old song.
“What is this?” shouted the demon. He slowly came to a standstill in the small meadow. Moonlight beat at his skin. “Why do I know this? Why do I feel sadness? Why do I feel… remorse?”
The man continued to sing that ancient song as he swung the ukulele to his back. He limped his way into the meadow and took his measure in front of the demon. The moonlight glinted off of the sword blade as it slid its way out of the cane.
“I’m sorry.” said the man as the blade slipped into the demon’s heart.
The demon transformed back into the man he once was. The rage in his eyes changed to fear, then regret. “You are the hunter?” escaped his lips as he toppled to the wet grass.
“Another one bites the dust!” the little monkey chittered in amusement from the hunter’s shoulder.
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