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"You've heard of it, haven't you? The legend of the Heeler Demon? When I was young, my father would tell me stories about it. Long ago, in ancient times, a demon rebelled against his own kind for the sake of the canine race. With his sword, he shut the portal to the demonic realm and sealed the evil entity off from our human world. But since he was a demon himself, his power was also trapped on the other side. I never believed it. I thought the demonic bloodline dried off. But tonight, I discovered that the so-called legend wasn't a myth at all. The Heeler's Demonic Heritage still existed. How do I know? Well... I met the descendants of the Heeler Demon- Both of them. Though the same blood of their ancestor flows through their veins, the two battled each other fiercely like arch enemies. It seems as if they drive some twisted pleasure from this sisterly fighting. But in the end... only one was left standing."
-Mackenzie Border Collie"Mr. M", the Hunter who erased his name.
On top of the Summit, two sisters are fighting each other, one with a greatsword and the other with a katana, under the midnight rain with the moon as their only source of lighting. Both clashed with all their hate and all their strength, that the speed of the battle created an air bubble between them and the rain, and finished with the two sisters holding pushing their swords against each other, and the swords pressing each other so hard, it turned both blades red-hot and caused a few sparks to fly. And then finally, the younger sister who held the katana threw away the elder's sword, and then finally stabbed her in the stomach. As the blood spilled on the rooftop floor, both stared into each other for one last time, right before the katana was removed from the elder's chest. And one last moment, where one fell, and one was still standing. The younger one took the sword and walked away, but not without stabbing her elder sister with the sword.
Something woke Bluey up, a loud ringing as if someone was calling her just to annoy her. She sluggishly got out of her bed and scratched off dandruff from her fur. "Great, two things that are bugging me in the morning." she thought to herself. She then grabbed the amulet that her father gave her as a gift whilst stumbling downstairs to answer the phone. However, she quickly stopped by the sink to give herself a dose of ice-cold water on the face. She finally got to the ground floor of her office/condominium and walked toward an office desk with an antique phone and leftover pizza that was dinner from last night. She kicks a knocked-down chair into an upright position, sits on the same chair, props up her legs, and slams them on the table, causing the phone to fly up and land on her hand. "Sorry, not open for business yet." she answered before abruptly hanging up. She grabs a stale slice of pizza and took a bite out of it, "I haven't even picked a name for this joint and I'm already getting calls." Bluey spoke to herself before taking a second bite.
An Adult Border Collie holding a book enters the office. "You a customer too?" Bluey shouted to the man, with no answer coming out of him. "Well, if you want to use the bathroom, there's one in the back." However, all the man did was walk toward her and said "Is your name Bluey? Descendant of the Heelers?" Bluey, concerned about what he said replied with a defensive "Where did you hear that name?" "From your sister.", he replied as he eyed Bluey's amulet. "She sent this invitation for you. Please accept it." He then put his left hand under the desk and flipped it with great strength, causing everything on the table to fly. Bluey hops off her chair to avoid the attack, does a backflip, and lands on the sideways table while catching her custom sidearm. She aimed and looked for the visitor-turned-attacker, but it was all in vain, as he was already gone without a trace. A tense moment passes and Bluey was finally able to relax. She holstered her pistol and stuck her hand out, letting a pizza fall down on her hand. "An invitation, huh?" Bluey spoke with what seemed to be a grudge from someone in the past. As she was about to take a large bite, several scythe-wielding demons appeared in the room and stabbed Bluey in every direction, but to their surprise, Bluey acted like nothing happened, due to her newfound powers, which were inherited from the Heeler Demon. As the demons were stunned by her imperviousness to their scythes, she punched a demon away, grabbed their head, and spun it around on her finger like a basketball, she then shakes off the rest of them and walked confidently toward the other side of the room, where her jukebox resided. She looked around, said "This party is getting crazy! Let's Rock!" and then pressed one of the many buttons on the music-blasting machine to select a song, but to no avail, as no song was played. She tried again, and again, BUT NO, the jukebox refrained from playing a song. Annoyed by the fact, Bluey walked away to face the demons, but quickly turned again and karate-chopped the jukebox, causing it to have a large dent and FINALLY PLAYING MUSIC. Several more demons barged into the office while Bluey jammed to the beat. As one approached her with great intent to kill, she put a pizza in her mouth, quickly turned around, and landed a powerful left hook. She followed up her attack on the same demon by using her left elbow, roundhouse kicked the demon next to the first, dislodged a broken scythe piece from her back and used the metal bit to (literally) disarm another demon.
Still working on this! Just posting this so you guys can get a taste of my upcoming story!