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Demon Hunter Wrath is a men’s adult fantasy fiction with violence, harsh language, and sizzling scenes. Needless to say, this book isn’t for the faint at heart, so if you are offended, please don’t read further. Some graphic parts of the book may trigger readers.
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Note: unconventional relationships are explored throughout this book. (AKA MFF+)
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Troy Maverick
Beta Read by Stoham Baginbott
Edited by Stoham Baginbott/AL
THE DEADLY SEVEN
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DEMON HUNTER WRATH
A Slice of Life Urban Fantasy Series
TROY MAVERICK
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Copyright © Troy Maverick 2023
All rights reserved. No portion of this book without permission may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means- electronic, photocopy or recorded, without the written prior consent of the author, as it is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to the author with specific direction to the original content.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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The Deadly Seven:
DEMON HUNTER WRATH
Prologue
Hell on Earth
I Killed My Ex's Father?!
Kiss And Tell
Make A Wish
She Came From My Head!
My Demon Wife
Reincarnated As A God
Hard Pass
Dungeon of Secrets
Like We Were ♥
Tentacles at the Park
Avacado Smoothie
Jealous Bug
Demon System
Demon Hunter Corp
Divine Order
Deer Song
The Devil Is In My Lover
Adding Some Sauce, Boss
Let It Rip
Mistaken Identity
Pizza And Netflix ♥
Dead Man In The Basement
Blowing My Brains Out
Feds On My Ass
Dinner At Macie’s
The Truth And The Charade
There’s A Parasite In The Punch!
He Cried Wolf
Epilogue
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PROLOGUE
Reiner
I
was locked inside my own head, where Mom kept feeding me these horrific stories—I gave birth to the spawn of Satan. My son is the devil’s child. I couldn’t remember a time when she’d looked at me without hatred in her eyes. I started to believe it… I started thinking that something was wrong with me. Dad tried snapping her out of it, and therapy didn’t do her any good. It just got progressively worse. Something had convinced her that there was something bad inside me, no matter how much I tried proving to her that she was wrong.
After I heard it so many times, it became all I knew. Even though I’d never done anything bad, she swore I was a demon. Most days were unpredictable, where I had to lock myself in my room to keep myself safe. I didn’t know when she would lash out at me. And tonight was no different. So I kept my distance, sitting next to Dad at the dinner table, eating the meatloaf he made.
Dinner was quiet—the wall clock ticked, the fireplace popped, and Mom’s fork ran along her plate, scratching the insides of my ears. Mom tried not to talk about me when Dad was around, and when she would, Dad would make sure she didn’t have anything terrible to say. Dad said that Mom was sick, but she refused to be treated. It was complicated… She said that she was scared for him, and that she’d hate herself for leaving him alone with me. I stopped counting the number of times my aunts and uncles tried taking her away. She refused every time. And with the subtle glare she was giving me across the table, I couldn’t see why she feared so much for Dad’s life.
In her eyes, I was a threat, and I couldn’t be trusted…
A regular seven year old kid like myself…
“I ugh, need to go to the office for a couple hours tonight,” Dad said, Mom already prepared to protest.
“What?” She jumped, brushing her unkempt black hair off her face.
“Yeah, the team is a little short-handed this week. And with this big case coming up, we are on a tight schedule.” He tossed the napkin on his empty plate and got up, my mother’s paranoia kicking in. She dodged her eyes back and forth between me and Dad, her body restless, ready to spring on her feet to follow him toward the door.
Dad crouched to my level on one knee, and looked me square in my eyes. “I’ll be back soon, all right, sport?”
I nodded.
“Now, you remember what I told ya?”
“Mhm. Don’t eat or drink anything from Mom,” I whispered.
“That’s right…” he said, sadness filling up in his eyes.
“Dad, can I come with you?”
“Your mother…” he sighed. “I’m sorry, champ. But I promise, I won’t take long. Now, you have my number. If you need anything, and I mean anything, you call me, all right?”
“Okay…”
“All right.” He gave me a kiss on my forehead and got up, Mom jumping off her seat right on his tail. He took his leather briefcase on the kitchen counter and opened the back door, Mom snatching him by his wrist.
“Michael, you can’t leave me here with him!” she whispered, trembling.
“Listen, you don’t want to stay, and you don’t want to leave. You’re not making this easy on anyone!” Dad angrily whispered back.
“I want to stay… here… to make sure you’re safe… That’s all! That’s all this is!” Mom said as she started sobbing. “Please leave with me! Let’s just leave the boy and run away!”
“Nancy, you’re unstable! You need help! And abandoning Reiner isn’t gonna get you any better!”
“I need to make sure that he doesn’t hurt you when I’m gone!”
Dad snatched his arm away from her upset. “I said this to you before, Nan. And I’ll say it again. If you lay one finger on that boy—”
“I promise, I didn’t! I won’t!” she wailed silently.
Dad stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Mom pulled away from the door, wiping her tears, then turned to me gasping. I stopped chewing, trying not to look directly at her. I didn’t want to make her upset or angry, feeling her sliding along the counter, coming closer to me.
“He doesn’t want to get rid of you… I don’t understand why… It’s like you have a guardian on your shoulder,” she hissed at me. “Did you trick him into being one of your demonic slaves? Did you warp my husband’s mind?!”
I didn’t say anything, bowing my head in front of the table.
“ANSWER ME!” she screamed, and I twitched. Then she started laughing deliriously. “Don’t worry… I’ll find a way. I’ll find a way to free us from you, accursed child! And then, the both of us can finally be free!”
“Mom, I’m sorry…” I whispered softly, trying not to cry. “I’m sorry I was born this way...”
“DON’T YOU DARE CALL ME YOUR MOTHER!” she screamed, then dashed my way, spurring me to run. She chased me up the stairs, where I locked myself in my bedroom. Her body crashed against my door with a loud thud, followed by relentless banging.
“Why are you doing this?! Why won’t you just leave us alone?!” she wailed, my heart racing. “What did I do to deserve this hell?! Huh?! Who sent you?! WHY WON’T YOU JUST LEAVE US ALONE!”
“MOM STOP!”
“BANISH THIS DEVIL’S SEED! Vanquish all evil from my home, my Lord, my Savior!”
I pressed my hands over my ears and curled up in a corner, trying to keep her words out of my head. “Rid us from this forsaken child, born from my womb! Vanquish him! VANQUISH HIM, OH FATHER!”
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HELL ON EARTH
-present day-
Maybe mom was right… maybe I was the fucking devil…
I
t was cold, the sensation of pins and needles running up my soaked fingertips. I had no idea where I was, the darkness inside this place keeping me from seeing what was right in front of me. This feeling was strange, like I was in some kind of weird lucid dream. My head was numb, while the rest of my body floated weightlessly, surrounded by emptiness. For the better part of it, it was quiet and somewhat peaceful… until everything decided to hit me all at once…
Had I blacked out?
WAIT A MINUTE,
WAIT A MINUTE,
WAIT A MINUTE!
What the hell was going on here?!
What the fuck was happening??!?
A pool of blood…
A dead body…
And my hands… they were filthy, caked to my wrists with blood…
“S-sh-shhi t…” I gasped, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. The room started to spin, and I was two seconds away from losing it!
“No… no NO NO NO NO!”
The mangled body of a middle-aged business man lay still on the pavement. His face was mutilated beyond identification. I scrambled myself up on my feet, fighting the need to puke from the sight of the brutalized victim. But I couldn’t help it, my nausea got me, forcing my wobbling legs to dash over to the nearest corner.
The more I chucked up my dinner, the sicker the smell of blood became. I needed answers! What? When? Why? Who? And then, I was given some, but not the ones I was expecting…
Wrath Awakens
You have triggered a revival.
Your vessel will be tested for the services of the Demon King.
Choose Wisely.
Accept Demon System?
~Y/N~
[Lives: 4/5]
W-what?
What was I seeing?
It was a screen, similar to a game over screen. I reached my hand over to touch the gold rectangle with a parchment paper texture to it, where the black ink showed me this strange message. But when my fingers touched the surface, I didn’t feel anything. Nothing happened.
Shit, was I seeing things?
I had to have been hallucinating, right?!
I wish I were, because no matter how many times I rubbed my eyes or blinked, that message was still there.
Are you forfeiting?
You are running out of time…
*Note: To forfeit means to accept death*
Accept Demon System?
~Y/N~
[Lives: 4/5]
A timer started to count down from ten, the digits rolling right before my very eyes. I started to panic once that two second mark hit, and then I shouted at the top of my lungs, “YES! Y, Y-YES! ACCEPT!”
Wrath
[Demon System]
You have accepted alliance with your Demon Lord.
Your acquired system allows you to summon power from deceased demons.
Primary Objective: build his army
Secondary Objective: return to his kingdom alive
[Lives: 4/5]
*first mission will load shortly…*
“I’m living a fucking nightmare…” I panted, sweat starting to roll down my back. I had to keep myself from passing out. Because one minute I was walking home, getting ready to retire for the night, and then the next, I was here, in an abandoned warehouse, satisfying an itch to carve the skull of a complete stranger wide open!
Not to mention, I couldn’t stop seeing a stupid menu floating in front of me, telling me that I was working for the Demon Lord!
Wait, it must have heard me, because it suddenly disappeared…
I started prancing around frantically, trying to put the pieces to this mystery together.
The murder weapon… I killed him, right? Where was the murder weapon? It had to be somewhere!
I needed to get rid of it!
I was only nineteen, I couldn’t go to prison!
I had my whole life ahead of me!
I had a future to think about!
I searched, and I didn’t go far, noticing an antique looking revolver in the hand of the deceased.
“Wait, what?” Suddenly, something told me to look down at my shirt painted with blood. There was a gunshot hole right over my chest, where I assumed I’d bled out.
I stripped down, snapping the buttons off in a hurry. I expected there to be a wound where this guy possibly shot me, but instead, I was fine… as if nothing had happened.
And then it hit me…
Wrath Awakens… You have triggered a revival. Four out of five lives.
“…Did I die, then something brought me back to life?”
No, this couldn’t be! This had to have been some sick joke, right? Someone else had to know what was going on! Because right now, it looked like I was the prime suspect of a homicide!
“All right! Clever trick! You got me!” I shouted. “But this isn’t funny anymore! I need to go home! So come pick up your props. It’s over.” My voice shook. “YOU HEAR ME? ANYONE? COME ON, IT’S OVER!”
I waited… ten seconds, thirty, a minute. After a while, I couldn’t take it anymore, my knees keeling over while I buried my head behind my arms on the floor. This is real… isn’t it?
I was losing my mind, until I felt this slight burning on my shoulder blade. I tried scratching at it, but the sensation wouldn’t fade. I had no idea what it was, and it was too high up my back to be the exit wound.
Whatever. It didn’t matter right now! I needed to focus.
Regardless if I was alone or not, I wasn’t a hundred percent sold on the idea that I was a cold-hearted murderer. While I felt terrible for leaving that guy here, I had no choice. I didn’t want to be the next John Doe lying in my own pool of blood in a dingy old warehouse! But just as I scooped myself up to dash out, the menu popped up again:
Wrath
[Demon System]
First Mission: Hide or Risk Exposure?
Clear your tracks—take the gun from the enemy. Flee the scene.
[Lives: 4/5]
Hell, I didn’t need a creepy screen to tell me that. I snatched the gun from his cold fingers, and tucked it underneath my shirt behind me. The screen disappeared after flashing me a mission complete notification. I ran to the nearest exit, stepping right into a huge patch of dead grass in an empty field.
Luckily for me, this place looked familiar…
I recognized the area, despite the dense forest-line and the lack of lights around the dirt road. I was about ten miles north from Salem, and I knew my way back home.
Letting a hard breath out, I wiped the stain on my hands down my legs and started trailing. I still had my school uniform on—a pair of navy blue trousers and a white long sleeved button up. It made hiding all this blood on me difficult, but I had no better options.
While I walked in the dead cold autumn night, I fought the guilt of walking away from a dead body. I felt selfish and inconsiderate, even though every bone in my body was telling me I was doing the right thing. Besides, it wasn’t like I could have helped him, right? I had no phone and no wallet, with the only thing dangling in my pocket being my house keys.
The only question I had to ask myself now was would anyone find him?
Unless I said something, it might be a long while before his body would be discovered, right? Could I keep my mouth shut long enough?
Should I?
People would start pointing fingers at me if I did, and with no recollection of where I’d been in the last couple of hours, I had no way of proving my innocence.
Right now, I couldn’t remember a damn thing, so I should keep quiet about this entire night… at least, until I started adding some pieces together…
2
I KILLED MY EX’S FATHER?!
I couldn’t sleep last night…
O
nce I had made my way back home after a few gruesome long hours of walking, I dashed right into the shower, wrapped the gun inside my bloody clothes, tossed it in a dark corner in my closet, and then killed the lights in my bedroom. I was lucky, because my dad had been out as always, and my younger sister was fast asleep. My first class for today in this brand new fall semester was right around the corner, yet I couldn’t bring myself to get out of bed. That lasting image in my head was haunting me, and for fuck’s sake, I was scared to the bone.
Despite my shitty last few hours, I needed to shake this feeling off if I wanted any chance of things going back to normal. So I took in a long sigh and forced myself to sit along the edge of my bed, looking over to the clock hanging on my wall.
What am I saying? How could things go back to normal? I killed him… I couldn’t escape the fact that I’d actually taken someone’s life!
What were my motives? It had to have been convincing enough to carve out that guy’s guts! Was it self-defense? Revenge? I needed to know, because every time I blinked, all I saw were my bloody hands on his gutted corpse!
