The Ultimate Host

Hate is nothing when weighed against survival.- Cassandra Clare

The bandit leader was struggling to rip the demon's blade out of John's hands. John's grip was too tight. He ran up to John and kicked him in the face making blood spill out of his nose. Even though the bandit leader did this, John did not let go of the demon's blade. The bandit leader formed a beam in his hand that was free and threw it at John who blocked it with his face. Smoke surrounded his body. When the smoke cleared John's entire face which was covered in blood. "Why won't you just fucking let go!" This is my life long dream since I was a little boy!" I wanted to use the demon's blade on my father." "He used to beat me, and mother, brutally for absolutely fucking nothing!" "But one day I slit his throat on bathed myself in his blood." " Now I have the opportunity to acquire the demon blade and you are fucking interfering!" "Your past has nothing to fucking do with me." "The demon's blade is mine and will be mind for all eternity." This made the bandit leader mad. He channeled aura around his fist and ripped the demon's blade out his hands. John smashed into a tree which was instantly destroyed. The bandit leader held the demon's blade in his hand and started laughing. "Finally!" "After all these bloody years!" The demon blade resembled a katana slightly different. John got off the ground with a straight look on his face. He rushed John who waved his hand in the air. Suddnelythr demon blade was ripped from the bandit leader's hand's chopping off all his fingers on his left hand. The bandit leader endured the pain which felt as if he dipped his fingers in molten lava. When the demon's blade was in the user's hand it resembles a katana. But in the air, it looked like a black thorn. The bandit leader dispersed the aura around his body taking cover. He no longer could see the demon's blade. "You have last ten minutes longer than your decoy." The bandit leader had hidden again. He did not want to die yet. He was glad he got to hold the legendary demon's blade in his hand. It weighed over a thousand pounds. Even though the bandit leader had no chance of beating John Santana he still fucking hated him. He may have wanted the demon's blade all his life, but his life was way more precious. He quickly ran into the trees and contacted his last comrade who was in a ship waiting up ahead. "Trigger, pick me up quickly!" Yes, Leader Robert. He came across a dead end. The demon's blade was shot towards him taking off his left arm. This time Robert did not endure the pain. He let out a loud scream collapsing on the ground. Blood splattered all over the trees and plants. He got back on his feet and rested his back in the dead end. "Fuck!" "I can't die yet!" He could see John whose eyes looked white from far back. His body looked like smoke. All of this was just in Robert's head. Robert then heard an engine. A ship floated above him throwing down a plasma strip. He grabbed the plasma strip in relieve. He looked at his wound which was leaking blood. Robert's comrade Trigger fired two plasma rockets at John who did not move. An explosion occurred. "Let's get out of here Trigger." Smoke was everywhere. A forest fire was created. When the ship was in the air flying off, the demon's went through the ship slicing off Trigger's head. The ship began to fall. "No!" The ship fell off a cliff landing in a waterfall. An explosion occurred. Robert jumped to the side landing in the water before the ship exploded. Robert got out of the water coughing up the blood. He laid in mud breathing heavily. Animals saw him and ran in fear. He was lucky there were no predatory animals around. Robert was angry. His only way of escaping was destroyed. He got off the mud and washed off the mud in the clean water which turned brown and crimson red. He looked up at the forest which was still on fire. He was sure that John was dead. He burned his wound stopping the bleeding drinking some of the water. He then dunked his head in the water. He shared the water out of his head and sighed. He was pissed that the demon's blade was gone out of his possession. Suddenly saw a person jump out from the burning forest on top of the cliff. It was John. He was still alive somehow. The demon's blade was shot in his chest making him spit up blood. The demon's blade was then removed from his chest. Robert knew he was going to die. His vision was turning blurry. John appeared in front of him with ash on his body. "This is the end of you Robert." "You made the fight a little challenging." Robert began laughing. " A little?" "Don't make me laugh." A lot of blood poured out of his chest. "I bet I was the person you had the most trouble fighting." "No, you weren't." You were actually the weakest." "If you were not running this would have been over a long time ago." Just like my mother used to say." Your enemies always tell you terrible things to crush your ego." " She did not know what the fuck she was talking about." "If she knew, she won't have allowed my father to beat me and her up to a fucking pulp." John was tired of hearing Robert's voice. He sliced his hand towards Robert's face. He immediately stopped talking. His head then exploded splattering brains and blood all over John's face. John got off his knee and spat bits of blood on the ground. His mission was now fully completed.