John Hunter was born in South Korea, rumours are his father was the head of the elite warrior society Hwarang Corps. To keep him safe he was given to a local orphanage and watched carefully before getting adopted by a Scottish couple on a Christian do-gooder society tour. Brought up in Edinburgh, living in a religious environment, bit of rephrasing needed there, living in this bat-shit crazy environment, Hunter ends up deciding Priesthood will help his current rap sheet look less colourful. It was a shock to everyone especially his parents when he actually passed his Master of Divinity. Two days post being a student-bum the Vatican knocked, they offered Hunter the greatest quantum leap career move, does he want the job, nope, does he have a choice, double nope, now he’s questioning why he didn’t choose the more favourable career option being an underground street fighter. Hunter’s life moves at a Holy Mother of God speed into a world he can only define as his worst nightmare. His transformation into a person that God and the whole of Humanity are counting on is a journey too addictive to miss.
Extracts from the book
I am definitely a Scottish Korean Ninja Warrior with smouldering looks, I don’t want to put words in your mouth, but if you want to call me a Korean Jackie Chan I can’t stop you.
“Training for what exactly? We didn’t quite cover the content part.” Campbell with a nervous laugh decides if he delivers bad news with a smile, it will lessen the blow, “Cutting to the chase Hunter, as no easy way to put this, we are recruiting you to perform Exorcisms!”
Fearless I grabbed the demon by the throat with such force, he immediately was shocked into submission. The demon managed to say through a severely restricted windpipe in a barely audible voice “You’re a dead man”, I reply with brimming over the top confidence “Scared, I’m not” as I rip off its head.