Please Pardon the triple post, i thought it would be necisary so i didn't exceed the text post limit thingy...
Chapter 3
Demon Assassin
Chapter 3 – Flames in the Dark
Ven Stared at the horde of Demons, more appeared every second. A million different thoughts and questions clouded his mind; how was he supposed to win?
Then his mind was hushed.
A single noise reigned over all else.
A single demonic sound tempted him from the corner of his head:
“You can’t win, only a Demon could win, only a Demon Conqueror, a true Lord among Demons could defeat this many Demons. Hmmmm, I wonder where you’ll ever find a creature like that...” Beowolf was seizing the moment. Ven was weak, But determined
“No, I won’t let you take control; you will not be set free on this world. Not again.” Ven murmured to himself stubbornly.
Ven’s normally calm blue iris turned blood red, his teeth grew sharper and his arms started to glow violently as if getting warning the Demons
“Yeeeeess, almost there Ven.” The demonic voice whispered, coaxing him, trying to persuade Ven to let him have complete control.
Ven was weak.
And Beowolf was Strong
“Finally, I get to spill some blood” Ven said as he stood up, his head was tilted down but his voice had changed, it had become lower, more calmer.
Less Human.
“Heh Heh Heh” Ven started to laugh, even the Demons started to back away, knowing something was the matter. “I knew Ven couldn’t keep me pinned down forever” Beowolf muttered with delight at the fight ahead.
“Now, Prepare to Die!” Beowolf Screeched before lunging forward into the battalion of Demons.
All Ven could see was darkness, the place he was in was darker than a thousand nights and colder that the coldest winters. He had failed, Beowolf had taken control. But not complete control. Ven wasn’t stupid, and he certainly wasn’t weak.
Ven had managed to keep some control away from Beowolf, he had little control over his actions but he was able to stop his body from turning into that of a Demon’s and he was able to make Beowolf focus on the Demons in front of him instead of the houses full of delicious Humans nearby.
Beowolf was irritated that he could not take full control of Ven’s body but he knew one thing; Bloodshed is bloodshed, it doesn’t matter whether the victim is of the human nature or of demonic nature. He was just happy to kill.
The Demons were stunned at Beowolf’s surprise attack; the Demons closest to him were the first to be killed as Beowolf effortlessly ripped their heads apart. Beowolf’s Demonic strength was flourishing with Ven’s Demonic arms, his legs and other human parts however were weaker than normal.
The Demons stationed behind the slaughtered started to dart around, trying to get to a safe distance to fire at their supposed ‘victim’. The ones that got away were lucky as Beowolf soon cleared through the Demons that were too slow. The Manner at which he killed them was cruel and merciless.
This was slaughter.
To some Beowolf would simply decapitate them or rip open their necks, but to others he would deal a fate worse than death has he ripped apart their limbs, with his teeth and arms. Leaving them to die from the massive blood loss. It was truly a gruesome sight, Ven could only listen to the screeches of pain and fear as the demons clambered away from their killer.
Blood sprayed everywhere, the grey, thick, sticky liquid covered Ven’s body, and a few specks entered his mouth. It was foul, but to Beowolf the few specks were enough. The taste of his prey’s blood sparked something in Beowolf.
‘If this was Demon blood.... then what about Human?’ Ven could hear his thoughts and as he felt the small amount of control he had over his body slipping away he panicked. Trapped in this darkness, he was only able to hear what was going on. And the sound of Human screams wasn’t a sound he wanted to hear anytime soon.
“I....I can’t” He murmured to himself in the Darkness, desperate to hear something other than the screeches of the Demons that Beowolf was destroying effortlessly. “I....I’m too weak......h...he c...can’t kill those pe....peo....ple....
No.... He WON’T kill those people. If that means I have to die at the hands of Demons then so be it.” Ven’s utter despair caused by the inner battle was devoured by the determination not to let the innocent suffer
“No, No More” He said to his demon half.
“Let’s see you stop me...” the demonic and bloodthirsty voice replied spitefully
“I said N-”
“I know what you said” Beowolf shouted mockingly, cutting Ven off “Now let’s see you tr-”
“NO MORE!” Ven screamed interrupting Beowolf. The Demon was taken back by the sudden power that Ven possessed, “YOU WILL NOT SPILL THE BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT” He Screamed once more as his eyes returned to their normal blue colour.
He had won, not against the Lightning spitting Demon’s he was assigned to kill. But against the Demonic Master Beowolf.
At that moment he regained his vision, there were only about 9 or 10 Demons left compared to the 30 or 40 that were there only seconds before.
And Ven realised he couldn’t move. His Strength was immediately drained, he fell to the floor. He barely had enough strength to move his head as he landed in the putrid-smelling liquid he assumed was either the blood of his body or of the Demons that had been slaughtered only moments before.
With his last bit of strength he turned his head at his objective; they were confused at what had happened. But it didn’t take long for them to understand the situation, their prey was weak.
Time to kill.
Darkness again, Ven wondered if he had lost control to Beowolf again but that idea was soon diminished by the sound of delightful screeches instead of ones of fear and distress. He felt a sharp pain in his right leg; they must be making him suffer as he made them.
The pain caused by the sharp pieces of flesh was immense and unmerciful.
It was cold, cold and dark. He started to feel death’s embrace as he hoped he would fall unconscious before the Demons started to engorge themselves on his organs.
Darkness, pain. The Embrace of death was growing stronger and stronger. Then the presence of the grim reaper drifted away. He didn’t know how, maybe the Demons were somehow keeping him awake, torturing him and making death come slowly. The Intensity of pain was slowly rising; as the demons stuck their small heads inside the growing hole is Ven’s leg, gnawing away at his flesh.
The Warming embrace of death that had left him only moment before was replaced with an embrace of Fire. A whirlwind of emotions appeared inside Ven’s mind as the pain stopped and screeches of pain could be heard from the Demons that were feasting on his flesh only moment ago.
The Warmth gave him Strength, Power, Hope. He managed to open his eyes to the sound of a gun firing and the Demon closest to him being thrown back, another sound filled his ears, it was another gunshot but louder than the first as the same Demon’s face erupted in a cloud of blood and bone.
Ven had new strength from the sight of his predators being killed. He managed to tilt his head, first at his leg to inspect the damage. He winced at what he saw; the pain had stopped but only because his leg had gone numb. However he was happy to see the wound was not as bad as he thought, the Demons had broken the flesh and devoured through a few centimetres of muscle but because of the size of the Demon’s mouths the wound was fairly small. He would be able to walk on it but it would be painful and it would take a few weeks, Maybe months until they fully healed.
Another gunshot filled his ears, this one sounding more like the first; it was a short sound but defiantly a gunshot. Ven could roughly identify it as a pistol or some other kind of close combat weapon.
This sound was followed by the louder gunshot; he identified this as a Shotgun of some kind, both by the sound and the wound of the Female Demon it hit.
Ven tilted his head away from his wound and at his saviour. As his head turned he saw the last three Demons shooting blasts of Lightning off in the Direction of the gun slinging life-saver. But they didn’t shoot for long as one was taken down by an array of Bullets, supposedly from the shotgun to the head.
Ven’s head carried on moving in the Direction of his Hero, and when the profile of the gun wielding Demon killer filled his eyes he couldn’t believe it.
The last two Demons were dispatched of by two more gunshots.
Ven’s saviour turner her attention to the wounded body lying on the floor. At that moment Ven managed to let a small word escape his mouth before he fell victim to unconsciousness:
“Scarlett.”