Day after day we all have our demons we need to face. Whether it be the man fighting for their own sobriety every bottle they look at gives him that feeling as their throat goes dry and their mouth salivates at the thought of tipping it back. Or the gambler who walks through Fortuna, his hands itching for those dice, knowing in the back of his mind that all he needs is one hot streak, and he’ll be back on top flush with credits. We all fight our demons. We all have our vices.
For some, it’s the hunt itself, the thought of the kill, and eliminating that which offends you. Whether that offense is booze, gambling, drugs, or the very demons themselves. We chase down the little victories hoping to stack them up so we will have something to look back on with pride. Not realizing they can tear us down and leave us alone, groveling, drunk, blitzed in a gutter. Believing our scars and their broken spirits or bodies our trophies.
Isn’t that right Ayame? But for your obsession, your booze, your game of chance, your drug is hunting actual demons. Eliminating what you believe to be abhorrent to nature. Many would look at your vice and think it is positive. But just like all those people, how do you know when the next excursion will lead you down the road to ruin? What demon is the one that’ll give you your version of liver cirrhosis? What demon is the one that put you in your version of the poorhouse? Or which one is it that’ll leave you broke in the gutter doing unspeakable shit for dirtier people for the credits you need to get your next fix?
Well, allow me to help aid in answering those questions for you. Because some would call me a demon of death with everything that I’ve done. I have bested the Ferryman. I have been to the top of the mountain Invading the very psyche of Arcadia. I was broken and battered, left for dead… and I still came back. I have been called many different things, a nobody, and assassin, but I have grown rather attached to Terminator.
And that’s exactly what you’re going to get this week, an unstoppable demon that marches unyielding toward you with zero remorse. No thoughts of preservation for self or others. Because I know what it’ll take to put you in that poorhouse, to give you that liver disease, to leave you in that gutter, and it is simply… One Shot One Kill. Bringing you to that last crescendo, driving you to that final moment before you realize what so few have, there are some demons that you just shouldn’t hunt. Lest they leave you with nothing, no joy, no purpose… just nobody in your vision, the last thing you see as the light fades.