Dragon Breath, Demon Hunter

i've said a lot of prays this night, when i have walked in the forest alone. could my Lord of the Sky forgive me by my sins, and protect me from the nightmares of hell. I've read magical books of the damned, to improve the ancient rituals of exorcism, the talisman of pentacle could defeat their possession of my soul. protected by my prays, with my faithful sword, i prepare myself to enter in the lair of the beast, the citadel of despair. it was an ancient abbey, surrounded by the darkest deadwoods, now infested by the living dead, summoned by powers of a demonic possessed wizard. i feel necromantical words while i approach the muddy walls of the fortified town, and i hear the screaming of the dead. i have fought against a lot of them, before reach the top of the unholy temple, illuminated by the desecrated torches. here there's an altar stained by blood, its surface full of runic words, hieroglyphics who talks about dark god's sacrifices... a screaming from the stone ladder who guides in the crypts of the underworld... their black god, the great dragon is here. he have the fire of belial by his side. i'm the demon hunter, and i have to face the dragon's breath. no one could stop me from reaching this goal. i'm the demon hunter and i will save these lands.