The Demon Hunter vs. Jeff the Killer

Everyone talks about the villains of the creepypasta world, but no one says why we don't hear about them in the newspaper or on T.V. It's because someone takes care of the unholy messes of fear and hate left by what some would say are demons. Let's start with one of the most infamous killers of all time, Jeff the Killer.

It was a cold September night around 1:30 AM, and all you could hear were the heavy footsteps and a sharp knife being dragged across a wall, and all you could see was a man with a demonic toothy grin. The man's name was Jeff, Jeff the Killer. He looked down at one of his eviscerated victim who was still alive, and about to suffer a horrific amount of pain, and he looked at his victim to hear him faintly say, "Why...?"

"Shh... Just GO TO SLEEP."

He thrust his knife into his victim's skull. Hearing the satisfying crunch of bone made him want even more. He twisted and pulled at the victim's flesh and gouged out his eyes, then squished them like grapes. But it wasn't sufficient. He wanted more.

"No... More... More... MORE MORE MORE!!" he threw the entrails everywhere in a violent bloody rage. But his goring was cut short by an unfamiliar voice "Quite a mess your making, aren't you, Jeff."

He turned around to see a young man around 19 years old, armed with a belt of small knives, a katana sword, and two large knives. He wore a mask over his mouth, forehead, and cloth-like armor, so thin that you could barely tell was armor at all.

"Who the FUCK ARE YOU?"

"My name is Desmen Claslwic, but I am referred to as the Demon Hunter."

"Well you might do me some good, Desmen."

"I do believe that you are not getting something. God sent me here to kill you."

"God, are you kidding me? God sent you to kill me? You must be joking ri..."

Before Jeff could finish his sentence Desmen's eyes flared blue and he thrust his hand out, sending a pulse of energy that sent Jeff flying back into the wall. Desmen tried to jump on him, but in mid-jump Jeff kicked him back out the window.

"Nice try kid... But you will have to do better than that."

Desmen jumped up, seemingly unaware of the shards of glass in his back. As Jeff approached him, the glass came out of his back, flying towards Jeff. He was hit in the chest and arm. Jeff decided that he had no chance, so he ran into a nearby forest.

After he escaped he checked in to a hotel to tend to his wounds.

"Who the fuck was that? AGGHH, fuck!" The pain of the glass reminded him of his rage he felt toward Desmen. "That motherfucker... And what the fuck is with his eyes? Arg, fucking demon hunter my ass."

The next night, although still wounded, he had a lingering blood lust that needed to be fulfilled. That night he checked out of his hotel and went to a nearby house. His heart raced as he jumped over the fence into a backyard. As his feet hit the ground Desmen pinned Jeff under him. Jeff grabbed his knife and stabbed Desmen's calf, and jumped off his back.

"You persistent son of a bitch."

"Your time has come, Jeff." Desmen said, pointing one of his many hidden knifes at Jeff.

With rage in his eyes, Jeff charged him and nearly plunged his entire knife into his body, but Desmen kneed Jeff in the gut with tremendous force and sent him flying into the fence. Jeff grabbed his knife and this time slashed thoughtlessly at his enemy.

"Why won't you DIE?!?"

Jeff kicked him to the ground and pinned him in place.

"GO TO SLEEP."

Just as he brought up his knife Desmen's eyes flared blue, sending Jeff flying backwards into a tree. Then Desmen grabbed a nearby trench shovel and pinned Jeff to the tree. He stabbed his hands into the tree so he that was immobilized at this point. Then Desmen began to write a note, stabbed in into the tree, then left.

"HEY WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING? I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

He just keep walking, never to see Jeff again.

Three hours later Jeff was still pinned to his tree, he began to think he heard a voice. A...Familiar voice. A voice that he dreaded to hear.

"Well, well, well, it's Jeff; the mass murder that killed my family and so many others."

It was Jane. Jane the Killer.

"You! What the FUCK are YOU doing here."

She just ignored him and saw the note.

"What's this?"

She proceeded to read the note.

"Alright... Jeff... Let's have some fun, shall we?"

After what seemed like a lifetime of torturing her victim, she grabbed her knife and was ready to kill him.

"Well, Jeff? Get ready to see all your victims--Oh wait, you're going to hell, aren't you? That's too bad...Oh, one more thing Jeff... Sleep well."

She took the large knife and decapitated him with a satisfying slice. She looked at the note again. It read

"Dear Jane

I permit you to take one more life, his, but if you kill another person again I will kill you too. That is all.

Regards,

The Demon Hunter"

And she left the yard before the police came for a report of horrible screaming. All the way home she was softly whispering,

"Sleep well Jeff... Sleep well... In the fiery pits of Hell..."

Jeff woke up, it was another dream about his death, he has been having them a lot lately, 'it was all ways that kid' he thought to him self.  Outside about a twenty feet away form a window, a pair of bright blue eyes were shinning, it was the demon hunter, he sat there, he was invading Jeff's dreams. 'the powers of aura suit you well Desmen' a voice in his head said 'the fear of his own mortality is all it will take to break him, you are do in well' he sat up 

"yes, but I know that there is some human left in him" he replied to the voice " I would much rather save him, than kill him"

'It is your choice what you do to him, just make sure he does not kill any more' the voice said.

"yes my lord" he popped his hand and started to walk back home.

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