A Christmas RP

Will looked at Jesse's body. "Why did they do it?" He asked, anger flooding his body. Will had a sudden bloodlust. He drew the pistol and pointed it at the man.

 

"The hell is tis?" Will roared, grip on the gun tightening.

 

Will strode off, reaching it in seconds. He saw a priest and tossed him the cross. "You know what this is?"

 

Will wasabout to shoot him. "Warriors." He grunted, keeping his anger in check.

 

Will went downstairs, dagger ready. He stepped onto a stone circle and a bunch of torched lit. He was surrounded by a circle of people, a leader sitting just out of the circle. He tossed the ccross to the leader's feet.

 

Will cocked the pistol. "Why else would I be here? I slaughtered the fucker that did it!"

 

"What is this shit?" Will asked, anger flowing.

 

Will's jaw dropped. He had read a book once. "The true name for their race is the Demonata, right?" He asked.

 

Will nodded. "They're on the way, why?"

 

"Nothing will touch my sister!" Will roared. "How do I kill these Demonata?"