Markus Outcast Demon Hunter

By Walter Williams Jr.

Markus Outcast Demon Hunter is an unforgettable new novel set in the year 2023. Spiritual leaders all over the world are being ravaged by demons intent on empowering the prince of darkness to rise up from the depths of hell to rule over the earth. A loner, Markus Outcast, is chosen to destroy these dark entities before Satan becomes the ruler of mankind.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Mar 31, 2016
• ISBN: 9781504987134

Walter Williams Jr.

Walter Williams Jr. lives in Seattle, Washington, with his wife and two daughters. Walter has written multiple plays. Also, his first book, Standing Up for Justice: The Emmett Till Murder Trial, was published in 2011. Walter is currently working on his third book.

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Markus Outcast

Demon Hunter

Walter Williams Jr.

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Published by AuthorHouse   03/31/2016

ISBN: 978-1-5049-8714-1 (sc)

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Contents

Summary

Author’s Note

Chapter 1    The Visitor

Chapter 2    A Spiritual Killing

Chapter 3    The Gifts

Chapter 4    Chasing Down A Demon

Chapter 5    Enter The Dark Dimension

Chapter 6    To Hunt Down A Demon Hunter

Chapter 7    Walking In Darkness

Chapter 8    Good Vs. Evil

Chapter 9    Crossing The Devil–Conquering The Demon

Chapter 10    Shadows In The Darkness

Chapter 11    Exposing A False Prophet

Chapter 12    The Dark Angel!

Chapter 13    Kingdom Of God

Chapter 14    Battle At The White House

Chapter 15    No Time To Grieve

Chapter 16    Fighting Against The Odds

Chapter 17    To Take Down A Demon!

Chapter 18    The Plan

Chapter 19    Showdown!

Chapter 20    The Final Battle

SUMMARY

Markus Outcast Demon Hunter is an unforgettable new novel set in the year 2023. Spiritual leaders all over the world are being ravaged by demonic demons intent on empowering the Devil to rise from the depths of hell to rule over the Earth. When Markus Outcast, a one-time heavyweight boxer, now a janitor haunted by nightmares, is visited by a mysterious figure in the middle of the night, his life in Washington D.C., is transformed. The visitor proclaims he is a guardian angel in the human form of a priest and declares Markus is chosen by God to destroy the demons. The priest gives the distraught Smithsonian janitor special powers, including an ancient sword. This spiritual weapon was once owned by a Roman soldier, who stood under the Savior while He was being crucified, the blade thus anointed by the blood spilled from his wounds. Only by decapitating the demons with this holy tool can these unclean spirits be destroyed, the guardian angel coaches Markus. During a descent into the lower world and after returning to the streets of our nation’s capital, Markus Outcast a.k.a. Demon Hunter must stop these dark entities before the Devil becomes the ruler over mankind.

AUTHOR’S NOTE

I had been working on the novel you now hold in your hands off and on for twenty years. Back then, the original title was Demon Slayer. The idea for this story came from animated Japanese series that I rented from a video store back in 1995. The series was called Devil Man, about a gruesome-looking demon who was the hero in the series. I thought that it was an interesting concept. After finishing the manuscript in about three months, it sat for a year, just collecting dust. One day I reached down in my box where I kept all my manuscripts that I’ve written over the years. I pulled out Demon Slayer and read it for the second time. After being away from it for a year, it made me realize how raw and unpolished this manuscript really was. It needed a lot of work, so I gave it a major makeover. I also changed the year from 1995 to 2023, to add some favor to the novel. Despite all the challenges that I had to face trying to complete this manuscript, I still understood that this story had a lot of potential. Maybe this is why I work so diligently to finish it. But I have to admit, I did contemplate quite a few times about giving up on this manuscript.

After my first novel, Standing Up for Justice: The Emmett Till Murder Trial, was published (which is a far cry from Demon Slayer), I knew that I could lose a large portion of my readers. I thought maybe changing the title from Demon Slayer to The Last Days would keep some of my readers from the last book. After Standing Up for Justice was published, people asked me quite often what my second book was going to be about, and I would explain to them the concept of the story, there was some strong mixed feelings. Some didn’t understand, after writing a book about Emmett Till, why would I write a book about a guy who battles against demons?

I debated for a very long time what title I should use, Demon Slayer, Demon Hunter, or The Last Days. I decided to go with Markus Outcast Demon Hunter. I wanted this novel to be published way back in 1995 when I first wrote it, but it didn’t happen. I almost gave up on it then, and that didn’t happen. Looking back on everything that took place, I began to fully understand that no one can force anything to happen in life, because you just want it to happen. If it is meant to be, it will on its own terms. That is why this particular novel is really special to me. After all the obstacles that stood in front of this manuscript, I never gave up on working on it, which strongly indicates to me there must be a good reason for that, and this is why I stayed so determined to make sure that this novel gets published.

I worked very hard on this story and had a lot of fun writing it, developing all the characters in this book. I was so determined to have this novel published, I didn’t allow anything to get in my way. I always believed it was a great story. That is why I never gave up on it.

I hope the readers enjoy Markus Outcast Demon Hunter as much as I enjoyed writing it!

CHAPTER 1

THE VISITOR

WASHINGTON, D.C., 2023, 11:59 P.M.

The cold and pouring down rain had not stopped Thursday night festivities for Halloween. Characters in crude and stylish costumes paraded up and down the streets, in and out of bars and house parties. A grizzled old African-American man with snow-white hair and a prosthetic leg—his original leg had been blown off by a grenade in the Iran War—limped frantically back and forth in front of a huge brown Catholic church. He was holding onto a large handmade sign with big red letters that looked like it was written with a cheap marker. It read, JUDGEMENT DAY IS COMING SOON. WILL YOU BE READY?

Six police cars, an ambulance, and a dark blue squad car were all parked right in front of the seventy-five-year-old building. The name of the church, printed out in gray letters across the house of worship, read St. Mary’s Cathedral. On top of the roof stood a gray full-size statue in the image of Jesus on the cross. Bright red blood streamed slowly down from both eyes of the statue. A crowd of spectators stared up from down below, pointing at what some thought was a prank. Many of them were taking pictures of the disturbing sight with their cell phones.

Inside of the church, a dozen police officers, paramedics, and two homicide detectives were spread throughout the entire church. One of the detectives, Jack Blaze, sported a badge draped around his neck that read Homicide. He was a Caucasian man, nearly six feet tall, wearing a long gray trench coat and a matching brim hat. He was also sporting a white shirt and black slacks. On his feet he wore a pair of black leather loafers. Beside him stood his partner, Lisa Wang. Her Homicide badge was attached to her belt, and she held a red umbrella at her side. Her long dark hair was tied up into a pony tail. She wore a short black leather jacket, white blouse, blue jeans, and a pair of black leather boots. The slender, five-feet six young Chinese beauty had a washboard stomach and a body that most women would absolutely die for.

The two detectives stood sternly over a four-day-old decapitated body of a young-looking blond-haired priest. At the priest’s feet laid his head, which had turned a sickening green. His pale blue, lifeless eyes were wide open, glaring up at the ceiling. Sheer terror was stained on his face, and three sixes were carved deep inside of his forehead.

The whole church reeked with the smell of dead, decaying flesh. Lisa quickly covered her mouth and nose with a white napkin, trying to separate herself from the horrible stench that was oozing from the decomposed corpses. The rankness didn’t seem to bother Jack at all. He was chewing on a slice of pepperoni pizza, as if it was the last pizza on Earth. But a lot of frustration registered in the tone of his voice when he spoke.

Well look at this shit, would you. Another headless religious leader!

He paused for a brief moment to munch on his pepperoni pizza. Then he continued on with his thoughts.

Poor bastard. This makes about thirty thousand of exactly the same kind of murders involving religious figures in only one month. The most disturbing part about all these unthinkable killings is that they have been occurring for over a year now all over the world, and no one has even come close to finding any of these maniac murderers.

Lisa slowly removed the napkin a few inches away from her mouth to reply. Maniacs is not a good enough word to describe what these sociopaths have done!

Jack just shook his head slowly and stated, One thing I haven’t been able to quite figure out yet is why are all the victims some kind of religious leaders and the bodies are always found inside of a church?

Maybe these losers have a problem with religious figures. I don’t know. I just have a hunch that it’s much more than just a sick obsession that is making these freaks commit these kinds of heinous crimes.

What are you trying to say, Jack?

All I’m saying is that I have a very strong feeling in my gut that these nut cases aren’t just doing this to get their fuckin’ jollies off!

Jack, serial killers usually do not have a reason for slaughtering innocent people. They do it because they are sick individuals.

I get what you’re saying, but I believe whoever is committing these crimes is doing it for a reason, and I am itching to find out exactly what that reason could be.

Good luck with that, because those lunatics have been cutting the heads off their victim’s bodies for almost two years now, just as you said, and the police and FBI haven’t gotten even close to catching this guy!

Wait a minute, Jack said in an urgent tone. Hold your sweet panty lines. How come when a vicious murderer starts killing people, you always assume a man has to be the main suspect? A woman could be committing all these murders. It doesn’t always have to be a man, you know!

A wide grin spread quickly across Lisa’s smooth face, then she chuckled lightly and stared down at the headless corpse. She slowly looked up at Jack with a condescending glare. Only a man is capable of such a ghastly and hideous murder, believe me. If a woman had really done these killings, their little peckers would have been hacked off instead of their heads.

Jack positioned himself toward the door. Very funny! With that kind of thinking, now I know why you don’t have a boyfriend!

He paused for a few seconds and held his nose with his two fingers. It smells in here just like my old granddaddy’s hunting socks—Let’s say we get some breakfast and talk about how many beautiful little half-Asian kids we’re going to have.

Suddenly Lisa’s entire face knotted up into a big frown. I’d rather get hit by a speeding car! she replied.

I must be wearing you down. Yesterday it was a speeding bus.

Let me tell you something, Jack, she stated sternly. You have just as much of a chance of having children by me, she pointed down at the decapitated pastor, as he does of putting his head back on and skipping out of that front door shouting hallelujah!

Priests don’t shout hallelujah, the homicide detective said with a sardonic grin.

Whatever, Jack, Lisa snapped.

Have you ever thought of giving up Homicide and becoming a stand-up comic? the detective asked sarcastically.

Yes, ever since I’ve been paired up with you! she shot back.

Look out! The lady is on a serious roll here! he shouted out jokingly.

They both walked out of the front door of the church. Finding themselves outside in the pouring-down rain, Lisa quickly opened up her umbrella and held it over her head. Suddenly, the loud sound of a ring tone came from Jack’s front pocket. He dug down inside and pulled out his blue cell phone, flipped it open, and glanced down at the screen. He began reading under his breath a text message from his captain that read: I need you and Lisa to meet me at the Police Station as soon as you can!!!

After reading the text, Jack turned to his partner. We better get going. The Captain wants to talk to us at the Precinct! Right away!

Lisa noticed the crowd of people still looking up at the statue on top of the roof, blood still continued to stream down from the statue’s eyes. She pointed up at the revolting image. Do you see that? she asked Jack in a disturbing tone.

Yeah, I see it alright. It has to be some kind of Halloween prank. Jack’s voice was filled with denial.

If my eyes are not playing tricks on me, that looks like real blood coming out of that statue, Lisa stated.

The rain began to pour even more heavily on the two homicide detectives. This whole situation is just too weird for me, Jack said, as he looked up while the rain splashed down on his face. Then he paused for a brief moment. Let’s get out of here. The last thing I need is to catch a damn cold!

The two detectives hustled their way up to an unmarked blue squad car. They both opened their car doors. Jack hopped into the driver seat and Lisa sat in the passenger seat. Jack gunned the engine, and the squad car took off in a great rush heading towards the city streets.

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Several miles away, in a neighborhood called Anacostia, known only for its extreme poverty and prowess in homicide statistics, inside the Rhode Island Gardens apartment, an African-American man named Markus Outcast lay tossing and turning in his bed that sat in the middle of a very tiny living room. He was dreaming about fighting demons, a nightmare he had been having periodically since he was six years old. Markus, who stood six-feet, three inches tall, weighed two hundred and fifty pounds, and had a muscular build. His clean-shaven head turned restlessly on his pillow. He was a good-looking man who had a reputation of carrying a bit of a chip on his shoulder. Markus was the type of person who would be easily recognized in a large crowd. His demeanor and huge build cast a threatening appearance, and the silver earring in his left ear and neatly trimmed goatee added perfectly to that image. Markus had kicked off the covers in his struggles, and all he had on were his very loud red-checkered boxers. His entire face was covered in sweat.

In his nightmare, Markus was shirtless and wearing jeans and black steel-toed boots. He was standing in the midst of a pitch-dark forest surrounded by a thick white fog. In his right hand he held a long, sparkling sword that looked like something Roman soldiers used in battle in the Fourth Century A.D. Circling closely around him in a menacing manner were four seven-feet-tall red demons with long, thick gray horns, black beady eyes, and long hook chins. Their wings spanned eight feet across, and their entire bodies, including their backs, hands, and wings, were completely full of eyeballs.

The creatures slowly walked up to Markus with an abundance of confidence. Markus sliced one of the demon’s arms off from the shoulder with one powerful stroke of his sword. The closer they were, the more arms he began chopping off, but it didn’t seem to slow the seven-foot armless demons down at all. They continued to approach Markus even faster than they had before. The demons had pinned Markus up against a thirty-foot demonic-looking tree. A thick web of saliva was dripping from the demons’ exposed sharp fangs as they drew closer towards Markus. Now he had no way of escaping the dreadful situation that he was confronted with.

Suddenly, the nightmare instantaneously cut off when he was awakened by the sound of flesh knocking very loudly against solid wood. With a quick glance at his cheap wristwatch, shining 3:28 a.m., he started to mumble under his breath, Who in the hell could that be at this time of night?

Markus untangled himself in a hurry from his blanket and began walking suspiciously towards the door. Still disturbed by his wild dream, he approached the door even more cautious, not knowing who was behind it. But he breathed a sigh of relief when he looked through the peep hole and saw on the other side that it was only a harmless-looking, gray-haired Caucasian man. He was a priest, wearing a pair of dark-frame glasses, a white clerical collar, and black tunic. He was about five-feet eleven and appeared to be in his late sixties. He held a Holy Bible in his left hand tightly against his right hip.

Markus opened the door swiftly. His voice was full of anger when he spoke. Who are you?!

My name is Father Henderson, the priest said with a sunny smile.

What do you want, man?

The priest had not missed the anger in Markus’s tone. I really need to discuss some important matters with you, young man, he stated in a very urgent manner.

Markus tossed the priest a hard glare. Look, Father Henderson, I don’t know if you are aware of this, he raised his voice a little louder, but it’s 3:30 in the morning and I have to get up in only two hours to get ready for work. I don’t have time for any nonsense!

It won’t take very long, young man. And what I have to say to you is not nonsense!

The room suddenly grew completely silent. The priest sensed right away that Markus was unconcerned with what he had said to him so far, in an attempt to get Markus’s full attention he added very quickly, It is a matter of life and death!

Markus saw the serious demeanor on the priest’s face and suddenly felt strongly compelled to at least let the soft-spoken man of the cloth into his apartment.

Come on in, Markus invited the priest reluctantly, And this better not be some kind of a prank, either!

The priest walked into the room, now with a smile placed back on his face. Markus stared at him, eager to hear what he had to say. What is going on? I don’t even know you, old man," he scowled.

But I know you, young man. The priest glanced over at Markus’s beat up old green sofa. May I?

Markus hesitated, then said, Yeah. Go ahead.

The smiling priest sat slowly down on the sofa and placed his Bible on his knee.

What is this all about? Markus asked, getting extremely frustrated.

"Compose yourself, young man. I am here only to help. My visit is no mere mistake. The Man up above told me everything that there is to know about you. You are Markus Outcast, former heavyweight champion of the world. Your mother died in a fatal automobile accident when you were only two years old. You are the son of a pastor who