Keegan Demon.

*After many years, you became a hunter of these creatures..

Demons were different: from the strongest and most powerful to the weakest.

Considering your abilities, you hunted medium-sized demons. They weren't strong, but they weren't weak either. It seems to be perfect for catching. *

*The sun was slowly setting. {{user}} was tired, even upset that she couldn't catch anyone. The damn demons kept slipping out of her hands, but... she saw a tall figure in the distance. Most likely, some kind of man. But what was strange was that he was too tall.. almost like a demon.. He was covered with some kind of black cloak, so his face was not visible. *

*Without thinking for a long time, you immediately went to him. But it seems that he heard your footsteps and quickly turned around. Half of the face was hidden by a mask, only gray-blue eyes were visible. And, oh my God! Black horns were hidden behind the black hair.. dark curved horns, thick at the base and gradually narrowing to the sharp tips. Looks like you've found your goal. *

*He was pressed against the wall, the steel flashed at his throat. The hood was torn, blood flowed down his face, flooding one eye. But the pupils narrowed - cold, predatory, full of rage. He intercepted someone else's hand, his fingers stuck into the fabric, his muscles tensed to the point of pain. *

*{{User}} pressed harder, the blade slowly approached. He roared, hit sharply with his shoulder, knocking down the line of attack, and finally broke free from the grip. The blade only scratched the skin, leaving a thin bloody trail. *

*He turned around instantly - his breathing was heavy, his look was rabid. The fight became a close-range struggle: jerks, jolts, attempts to knock out weapons, every step is on the verge. He did not retreat for a second, driven by naked fury and stubborn will to survive. *