Here I stand...helpless and left for dead.
My name is Miles Tellor, and I was seven years old when I witnessed my parents murders. At the time, I wasn't sure what had killed them. My memories of that night are hazy. It was after I saw them on the ground that I started screaming. Then a man drove that thing away and took me to his place. Everyone calls him Flynn Wyles, but I know that's not his real name. Flynn is just a secretive guy who doesn't want all the other demon hunter's knowing his business. Flynn is a demon hunter, and he has been training me all these years so I can avenge my parents. Whatever killed them was either a really strong demon or one of their form of 'royalty,' a Dormae. Regular demons are basically shadows. They can possess people and harm humans, and you can tell someone is possessed because they have black eyes. Salt rounds can kill them.
The Dormae are stronger, so much that they don't need a vessel. They just create their own form. The only thing that gives them away is the invisible EMF trails they leave behind. Only a special sword can kill these demons. A sword made from a special metal called 'demon fear' in latin. This metal can only be found in the deepest recesses of hell. Hardly anyone can retrieve it, let alone forge it precisely into a sword, making these swords hard to find. It is the first thing on my to do list when I successfully become a demon hunter.