"Tempest" - (D)

Dameon looked down at the weapon his mother gave him, holding it gently in his hands. The long blade was beautifully forged with a metal whose techniquie was long since lost to time. Coming to a fine point, the sharp edge of the blade curved outward as it moved toward the hilt, but then retracted slightly inward. The hilt was aligned perfectly with the edge of the blade, its strong adamantium protecting the wearer's hand from attack. The handle was fine wood inlaid with toughened leather, perfect for gripping and swinging. And on the end of the handle was a long silken thread with an ordinary gold ring attached. That ring was given to him by his mother. It was then he realized that everything he owned in this world was given to him by his mother. For that, he was grateful. He also realized that some of the things he owned were also bestowed upon him by his father.

For that, he despised him.

The dark clouds gathered ominously north of the city's border. The young Hunter watched from a small perch on the high cliffs near the village as one by one, the small citizens below him extinguished the braziers lighting the outside of their homes and quickly herded their children inside. Doors shut and windows bolted, they felt safe against the oncoming storm. Dameon never felt safe against any storm. The tempests within were always surging in his soul his will, swelling high against what little self-control he desperately clung to. The anger, pure hatred instilled in him by his father's own seed was only balanced by his mother's soft touch and calming smile.

Shaking his head, Dameon placed the sword back in its sheathe. He stared at the ground again as large rain drops began to fill his vision.  He turned and walked down the hill. The small town held something very important to him, although he was almost certain no one really knew how valuable it could be.

{Note from the Author: Sometimes I'll post a little bit of "Behind-the-Scenes" look at the characters themselves. Dameon is the begotten son of a princess from one of the last Royal Families of Neilith and the Demon Lord Bel, one of the Commanders from the First Invasion by Hell of Neilith. The princess was brutally raped during the beginning of the First Invasion, and while the intrusion by Hell was eventually repelled, the son she bore had the stain of rage within him.}