To Hell
Mark Johnson Returns Mark Johnson stood at the gate of his house, and glanced across the barren, bleak landscape; he breathed in the gloomy stench and said to the winds of the dead, "I couldn't have chosen a better house. It appears as though life itself has deserted the place, there are no birds and the air smells of the dank odour of death," The once popular photo-journalist's life had taken several falls from grace since the days when he was a famed demon-hunter; now he was more demonic than the demons he'd killed. His former friend, Pat Canella, had warned Mark of the possibility of becoming a demon the more he fought them, but Mark always said "You can't beat them if you can'r be like them." Sadly, in his case, he used to push himself more each time, until the day he forgot his basic rule and left himself open to attack with no esca...