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Akuma Hantā (悪魔ハンター)


This was her 5th detention this semester for sleeping in class. Megan had been under a lot of stress lately; too preoccupied by her night job. No, she didn't toil her nights away bagging to-go orders at a fast food restaurant, nor did she spend hours after sunset filing papers and forms. The secret profession this young lady took on was extermination: demon slaying.

Over and over she wrote, "I will not sleep in class, I will not sleep in class, I will not sleep in class," possibly even hundreds of times. Angrily she pressed the chalk against the board, grinding it down hard as she depleted another new box of it. From behind her she thought she'd heard a whisper. She could sense its presence, but she didn't turn around. She quickly tied her hair up in a ponytail, taking out the pen in her pocket and slowly reaching for the eraser. She said aloud, "I couldn't come out to play tonight, so you came to me." She smiled taking her glasses off and laying them against the board.

"How considerate."

In the blink of an eye she flung around, throwing the dusty eraser at the demon, hitting it straight in the eyes blinding it for the moment. She clicked the pen and didn't even blink as it instantly extended into her weapon of choice: a giant scythe. Quickly the demon regained its sight, growing angrier as it gazed at Megan sitting atop her desk, reading manga, acting like she wasn't in the middle of a death match. The beast rushed at her now blinded by rage, flinging desks around the room destroying everything in its path towards her. I readied its claws, ready to reap her delectable soul from her young body. Before the demon could even close in on her she brought the scythe down for one giant, clean slice down the middle of her opponent. Each half fell on each side of her as she closed her book smiling to herself. "So easy to provoke," she said clicking her scythe back into its pen form.

At least she didn't have to get rid of the body, demon corpses disintegrate within moments of extermination... but how the hell was she gonna explain the tattered classroom and splintered desks?!

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