Conway: Devil's Slayer

(All characters within this story that are engaged in or present for scenes of a sexual nature are 18 or older. Some scenes in this story will contain , but not a whole lot, so please read at your own risk. This is my first story so far, so by the time I am finished with this story or by the time I finished with some chapters, I will come back and edit some chapters to add in more detail and more dialogue. Tags in the story will increase as the story progresses. Until then, enjoy the story.)

Darkness...cold...loneliness...

So quiet, so dark. Where the hell am I the 18-year-old boy wonders? He can move, he can see himself, but he can't see a damn thing in wherever the hell he is in. It's as if he is walking in a pond, like walking on water. But the 18-year-old boy's feet are cold as ice, however he doesn't feel that cold nor freezing. As if the coldness doesn't bother him.

No matter how hard the 18-year-old boy looks around, all he sees is darkness around him. "Am I... dead...?" The boy asks himself. That was when he felt a chill down his spine, as if someone is right behind him as he turns his head around but sees no one there.

"W-who are you?!? Show yourself! Stop playing with me!" The boy shouts as he knows he is not alone. This can't be a dream the boy thought to himself. He then goes to get his knife he always has with him. Only to noticed that...he isn't wearing any clothes, only his boxers it seems.

"What's wrong John? No clothes?" Says the unknown voice as the boy known as John turns his head, sees a hooded figure in the dark background. John can only see part of the hooded figure but no his face, or it if he would call it.

"Who the hell are you?! How do you know my name?! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?!" John shouts in demand, a demand that he needs to know where in the fuck he is at and who the hell is this figure.

"Relax John. You can say I'm...the grim reaper." Says the hooded figure.

"Oh, grim reaper huh? So, I'm dead is that it? I always thought hell would be with Saten and his little demons, but I guess I'm wrong." John says, which the hooded figure starts to laugh, as he does, John can hear other laughs in the background. The laughs are...everywhere around him.

"Oh John. You're so funny. I think we made the right choice of picking you."

"What the hell are you talking about?" John asks.

"You see John, we're not from your world, nor dimension. We came to find someone that has...protentional, and someone that shares the same goal as we do. And I believe you have the same goal as we do." The hooded figure says. "Tell me John, do you hate corruption? People getting away with everything. Arson, /Battery, Bribery, Child , , , Mass , , Statutory , etc. Do you hate when a person or a group of people getting away with those kinds of crimes? The hooded figure asks John.

"I...yeah but what does that-"

"If so, then do you want to do something about it?" The hooded figure interruptedly asks John.

John thinks for a moment, he does hate corruption. Including the crimes people commit. But he knows he can't, because that's life, people always do crimes, some get away, some don't. He isn't no Punisher like in Marvel, or some guy in movies he watched that takes on an entire gang on his own.

"Listen John, you were in a... tight spot. You were going to rob a bank with three of your brothers. One last heist, to get away from it all, the crimes, the shootings, all of that. Everything was doing just fine until, something went wrong, and all of your three brothers are dead. And you're running away from the authorities, trying to stay hidden. Now, you're in our world, or more to say...in a dark place." The hooded figure says. "You have...skills that seemed to belong to a soldier in a battlefield. But you were not soldier, but you were trained to be one." The hooded figure adds.

John was trained with weaponry and is trained with Hand-to-hand combat. He mostly prefers knife blades as he is as well trained with. He was built to be like a soldier, though he had no intention of being one, he can't deny of what the hooded figure said about him that he was "trained" to be one. John just stayed silent for now, until he asks,

"You didn't answer my question. What do you want from me?"

"Getting straight to the point, eh? Fine. I like to make you...a deal. A deal that you would have but to agree." Says the hooded figure. "You work with us. Do just one simple job that we ask of you while doing it. You do not have to run away from authorities anymore. You won't have to deal with corruption around you. Well, you might see some corruption but, you can do something about that, and we can give you...something that is..from our world, more of a..gift if you recall."

John thinks for a moment. He won't have to deal with authorities anymore and won't have to run away from them. He won't have to deal with corruption but from what the hooded figure is telling John, he can do something about that. John then looks back at the hooded figure, asking him one more question.

"And if I refuse?" Asks John.

"Then we would take you back to your world. You won't remember us nor ever see us again. You would still run from authorities and corruption will still be around you as always. The choice is yours." Says the hooded figure. John heavily sighs, if he goes back, he'll more likely be found and off to jail just like that. Not to mention, whatever they are giving him from this so called "gift" of theirs, John wonders what it could be.

With , John says, "Fine, I'll work with you. But if you pull any games on me..I will kill all of you." John bluntly warns. Which makes all the hooded figures, including the one John is talking to laughs, filling the dark void room around John like he is in some echoed location.

"Charming." The hooded figure says, which then out of nowhere, the hooded figures grab John from behind, grabbing his arms from behind, and tackling him down as they hold him down. John tries to resist but the hooded figures are much stronger than he realized.

"Get off of me yo-!" Suddenly, John then screams in pain as if something stinged him in his back, like needle tattooing on his back. He then feels his entire body in pain, which John lets out all his screams in pain.

John takes breaths but as he does the pain in his body continues, a pain that feels like . "Wh...what did you..do to me..?!?!" John asks while heavily breathing from the pain all over his body, his arms, his legs, everywhere.

"We are giving you are gift, a gift that you will have to learn how to use. A gift that you will use against your enemies or those that get into your way. A gift to punish those who deserves to die." The hooded figure says, as he kneels to John who is still being hold down by the other hooded figures.

"So...that's what you want me to do...to kill those who deserve..to die?"

"Precisely. You will feel a rage inside you. A rage like a emotion but in your body. A rage that makes you so angry..that you would want to kill those who deserves to die and be punished. But I wouldn't worry about that. Just do what needs to be done and will talk more." The hooded figure says, as the other hooded men let go of John and heads deeper into the dark void.

John can feel the pain in his body fading away, as he hears a clicking sound of a gun being cocked and turns to see the hooded figure aiming the gun straight at John's head. A 45 cal pistol to what it seems.

"Now go my Slayer. Punish and kill those that need to die. Make them suffer as they suffer others." The hooded figure says before pulling the trigger at John's head, and which, everything goes black...