About me: Hunting demons was the last thing he thought he’d be doing with his life, but fate had a funny way of showing itself. The son of an occult expert, August’s life has always been anything but normal. From having the genetic ability to see spirits, to living in a house full of ancient artifacts, the supernatural’s always had a central presence in his relatively unorthodox existence.
Try as he might to stray away from his father’s legacy and live a normal life, the death of the old man quelled any and all of his aspirations for normalcy. With the untimely and mysterious loss of his remaining family, the mantle of hunter befell to him. A title that carried with it many more responsibilities than actual benefits. Scratch that, there were no benefits. Tasked with the momentous job of not only vanquishing demonic presence, but securing artifacts from the underworld’s forces, his life expectancy from then on had a less than stellar outlook.
