"Why have you not killed me yet, demon? Why delay the inevitable?

You are no regular hunter.
No one before has managed to wade like this through my hordes, and fight me directly.

My blood is corrupted. The hunter order is gone. I am now a rusty blade,
yet I want to try to cut one last thread:
the one who killed many of my brothers before.

That's classic human dogma for you, always defeated by impurities.
Rust can be cleaned, hunter. You truly are a blade, but what you need is a proper wielder.
And I would be glad to hold you in battle.

All I deserve is death by a monster such as I am becoming.

Maybe so, but the world will be full of monsters still.
Don't you want to take down more with you? More than your order could ever achieve?

... I don't get it, why would you want this, demon?

I could give the game away here,
or you could come and learn with me, hunter."

A piece I did today to try out a couple of things, mainly the armor shading and accompanying drawings with writing!