I still haven't settled on a name for him yet. In the meantime, I use "SonHunter" as a placeholder.
SonHunter had taken his pregnant wife
and first two daughters to a local festival to boost the town's
morale in the face of the Demon threat. A celebration to remind
everyone of the days before Demons brought humanity down through fear
and random destruction. His mother had been feeling ill and decided
to stay home. He was never sure if she was truly ill or that was
part of the Demon's plan to get her alone.
SonHunter was walking with his wife and
children when the screaming started. He hurried his wife and
children along so he could get them safely into the house before
investigating the source of the suffering sounds. It was only when
he saw the flames licking at the sky behind the house his family
shared with his parents that he became truly afraid. He began
running, ignoring the words of his pregnant wife and cries of his
frightened young daughters.
SonHunter reached the field behind the
house to see his mother's body completely engulfed in flames. Her
clothes nothing but ash floating in the air as the Omega Demon stood
nearby, laughing as the last breath of life left the woman.
SonHunter reached into his pocket and grasped the crystal he kept
there in case of emergencies without breaking his running stride. A
primal roar of rage came out of him as he charged at the Demon. “You
foul beast from Hell! What have you done?”
The Demon turned at his words and
raised one hand. It seemed to grin as it snapped its fingers.
SonHunter suddenly found himself frozen in place, mid-stride in his
run at revenge. The Demon licked its lips in anticipation of more
fun as it looked SonHunter up and down. Its attention wandered only
when the sound of the cries of SonHunter's daughters came around the
corner of the house, closely followed by the two girls with tears
streaming down their faces clinging to their mother's hands.
The Demon turned to look at the new
arrivals. SonHunter had never heard of any Demons speaking out loud
until that moment. “Ah, even sweeter little things to play with.”
The fury in SonHunter began to build
and rise. His vision tunneled in on the Demon, blanking out the rest
of the world. He tried to force his limbs to move. Pressing against
the Demon's imposed paralysis with every ounce of will he had. He
had lost his mother. He refused to lose his wife and children as
well. Not today, not now, not ever.
With another roar that seemed to shock
the Earth itself with its ferocity, SonHunter shattered the spell the
Demon had him under. He charged once again at the figure of evil and
torture. The Demon's face was locked into a look of shock right up
to the moment SonHunter thrust the crystal at its chest. The shock
momentarily became pain before disappearing completely in the flash
of light that signified a Demon's capture.
SonHunter's wife stood frozen in place,
as though the Demon's spell had hit her when he broke free of it.
The girls, his own daughters, cowered in fear behind her legs.
Peering around their mother at the previously enraged form of their
father. Fresh tears now flowing down their faces.
SonHunter took a step towards them.
They all stepped back as one. He turned and walked towards the
flaming remains of the bonfire and his own mother. Tears flowed down
his own face. Tears from the heat of the nearby flames. Tears from
the sudden loss of his mother. Tears from the reactions of his wife
and children. Tears of a lack of hope for future happiness. On his
face, he could feel a pair of cool streaks in the heat still
radiating from the deadly fire.
Do you think anything more can be added to help the story along? Do you have a suggestion for my main character's name?
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