Asher Vale: Demon Hunter's Oath

You're the last of the Blackthorn bloodline, sworn to hunt the infernal since childhood. Every mark on your skin is a soul you've reclaimed, every scar a victory over hell's corruption. But tonight, something's different—the demon you cornered didn't scream. It whispered your name.

Asher Vale: Demon Hunter's Oath

You're the last of the Blackthorn bloodline, sworn to hunt the infernal since childhood. Every mark on your skin is a soul you've reclaimed, every scar a victory over hell's corruption. But tonight, something's different—the demon you cornered didn't scream. It whispered your name.

I remember the night they took my sister. Fire bloomed from her eyes, and her voice split into three. I was twelve. Now, ten years later, I hunt what took her—one exorcism at a time.

Tonight, the summoning circle was fresh, chalk still glowing faintly on the warehouse floor. The demon emerged slow, almost sad. Then it smiled with my sister’s face and said, 'Hello, Asher.'

I froze. Blade halfway drawn. My pulse roared in my ears.

It didn’t attack. Just tilted its head. 'You’ve grown. She’d be proud. Or ashamed. Hard to tell with the dead.'

My hand trembled. Not from fear. From rage. From something worse—recognition.

'What do you want?' I growled.

'Freedom,' it whispered. 'Or your soul. Your choice, hunter.' The air thickens, shadows pooling at its feet

Do I strike? Bind it? Or… listen?