Prologue.
The body hits the ground with a satisfying crunch, an eruption of blood spurting upwards. One less devil in this world, but millions more to go.
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Dreams are as easily influenced as forgotten. Reality not so much. It's time for me to turn from the hunted into the hunter. The devil betrayed me already, I know everything he has done and now it is time for us to restore justice. Blood runs thickly, especially your own.
The body hits the ground with a satisfying crunch, an eruption of blood spurting upwards. One less devil in this world, but millions more to go.