(ff)an orginal fic

This is something I started a while ago and decided to take up again.  
So far I haven't tied it to any the established anime series but I still 
have a ways to go be for I finish the prelude or some such.  C+C 
welcome.  So far I haven't even thought of a name for it yet.

It was cool autumn day, with a slight breeze blowing in from the east. The sun was just braking the horizon skyline, with the birds coming alive as nature continues it's endless cycle. The sound of foot falls as passer biers go on their respective ways. Either to school or work, even humans have their own cycles, just as intricate as nature's but more so. For the human mind is not governed just by those basic needs of survival, it is a complex machine with feelings such as; love, joy, hope, and desire. These are not the only emotions, just the more pleasurable ones, for humankind has a darker side as well. Fear, hate, sorrow, despair are just as common as the others. Just like the others their are those that feed on those dark emotions, growing more stronger from the excess of such negative emotion in one area. It is there that creatures of darkness reside until their appetite is sated and the may assume physical forms and are then released from their dark prison to ravage the country side, leaving death and destruction in their wake. They have no need for the blood that they spill, in the millennium that they have existed the demons have found that through the evils of man do more negative emotions are released. Men are led to despair when they know that they can not win again such evil, they take horrifying forms to frighten all, do such despicable acts that all men hate them, and death for the grief that is left behind by those that loved them.

The demons then grow stronger from these emotions until these agents of evil can release their lord and master. One of the high lords of Hell, who for centuries competing with each other for the chance to be the one who will lead their armies against the human world. Every century the victor of these battles is released into the world to rain destruction upon the human population.

Since the beginning there has been one who is always there to battle this evil. He some time wondered if it was worth it, the constant battles that happened every hundred years with a long period of training and living in this constantly evolving world. Some times he found love in the form of an adoptive family, one who would take him in and make him one of their own. All through those years he was learned much from an unnumberable forms of the fighting arts, healing techniques, and anything that will help him survive the next demon invasion for each is always stronger than the last so that he too must become stronger or else he would fail in his duty.

Fortunately he has not always had to fight by himself, for he has learned he could not possibly win all those battles by himself, for the beginning battles would tire him out and then he would he be greatly vexed indeed when their Master would come forth to do battle. He has also learned that if all the minions could be destroyed before their Master appeared then there would not be enough psychic energy for It to appear and the world would be relieved of having to support that much evil in one spot for any long period of time. For the strain is great indeed on the Earth leaving a sense of decay of years to come before finally healing itself. The warrior has long since learned how to help the Earth heal itself, making it only years instead of decades.

Not all of his life is in preparation of the upcoming battle for he would then have burnt out centuries ago. For no man can live out his whole life for battle. For that is no life, only a living death. Life must be lived for the moment, for you never know when it will end. Even for one who has lived for millennium that is so. Just because he stopped aging all those years ago does not mean that he was immortal, fortunately he was not as soft as other humans. For years of training in the fighting arts has given him extra-ordinary abilities that few has ever glimpsed let alone come to achieving. The warrior has long ago learned to not use his abilities to their fullest when it came to the rest of the world. For most of mankind fears one with his abilities, and what mankind fears, they destroy. For the warrior himself has long ago found that such discrimination is not logical in the world that we live in. There are other things out there, that most people could not even begin to comprehend the scope of it.

All those millennium ago when he was just a simple hunter for his nomadic people. They have just came upon a strange city with high walls and beautifully sculpted buildings. Sculpted buildings, for they were not built but were sculpted out of a range of pillars in a valley floor. It was very defendable from a strategical point of view. It kept those who dwelled within it safe from the many hostile nomadic bands, while allowing the people inside to trade safely with those selfsame people.

His tribe were well educated in the ways of survival and knew that such people had much to offer them in return for trade or services. Many were the members of the tribe that wished to remain in the city, where life was easier than surviving in the broad plains and mountains. Not the young hunter who would be the warrior, he saw the life that the city people lived and wanted none of it for himself. For something about it did not seem right to him about how they treated each other. For sure they had an easier life than he, but they lacked something that the tribe had.

Soon it was that the rest of tribe moved into the city leaving the young hunter alone in the plains, for he would not live in the city with them. Those that do not have others to look after them do not survive long on their own, but survive he did. The young hunter stayed near the city for that was were his tribe was and he was vexed to leave him. Many was the time that they tried to convince him to come leave the hard life and join them in the pleasures of the city. He always declined them. Even when the young woman who has long caught his eye since he began his training as a hunter came upon him in the night, to use those skills that all women posses on him, speaking softly to him about the life that they could have together as lovers. About all the children she could bear him and how in such a place as this they could grow-up big and strong and be leaders of all men. She then started talking of things that none in his tribe have ever spoken of before, of wealth, power, and luxury she spoke of with a fevered look in her eye. That was when the warrior knew true fear, for sure he has known fear before, when he faced other tribes in combat, or when in the midst of a great mammoth hunt, for there are many a men who did not return from such hunts, either from accidents, predators, or the great beasts themselves. This was an all too different kind of fear, one that he has never known before.

So it was that the young hunter stayed outside the city walls but never leaving for he feared for his people. He got the necessities of life from the Earth, when there were things that he could not get from there, he traded with the city people for furs or services. One of the things that he traded for was a well crafted spear, the head itself was folded a hundred times over so that the more that he used it the more sharper it became. With a fine stout pole it turned out to be the best spear he ever owned. It took the young hunter almost a full year to pay for this spear, doing jobs that came near to breaking him. The old man that he got the spear from kept on having him do dangerous jobs which stretched his abilities to their fullest. It wasn't that the old man was cruel, just strict. That being the best spear that the young hunter has ever seen within his life time, so that he thought that it was worth it.

The young hunter felt drawn to the old man and was the reason that he met him in the first place. On one of few times that he went into the city, feeling the walls closing in around him, he suddenly found himself in front of small hut, which in itself was strange for everyone else lived in the sculpted columns of stone. It had a humble aura about it with a sign with two spears on it. The young hunter took that to mean it was a weapon shop and entered it. It was not like any of the other shops he had seen in this city, for there were many shops for many different things that catered to the needs of human greed and depravity.

The store itself was is need of repair along with it's owner, an old man who has seen more winters come and go than any that the young has ever known in his life. Also unlike other shops he was not smothered as soon as he entered the doorway by their proprietor insisting that he look at things that he had no use for or stating that they possessed the finest merchandise around when just across the street the same thing was being sold in the same condition of the one being shown. Such dishonesty always pushed the young hunter from such stores, even though he knew they were just selling their wares as was the want of merchants.