Spectral Claws: Ancient Recurring

The Devil on the chair

The dust beneath the feet of the supernatural had settled and the dungeons beneath the castle only became a live site for the escaping of the worst volatile treasures holding secrets and powers that was never supposed to be taken out. Here he was this man thinking he rules everything and every single supernatural though he literally is the leader of the mafia on this side.

"Look little wolf, I'm not the worst guy you have ever met, you know I don't let you die without tasting the best wine ever made.. oh ya by you guys. The Wolveian wine, recipe from an old friend who goes by your name. " he uses his scarred nostrils and sniffs the old aged wine that is considered by the highest department in the archaeological findings and here he is torturing the presence of me and my friend with his breath.

My hands were tied as I was moved across the castle behind his mechanical chair that was more upset than the undead that was awakened on the day of putting dracula back in his coffin.

I noticed the paintings scrapped and remodeled so that the chair and this notorious demon Is kept in it . He made walk through every single corridor full of his paintings and hours of him standing and smiling in vain at his pictures...

For all the wrong reasons Dracula Jr. seemed upset, something he never felt since the day he couldn't have alcohol for 12 hrs. There he was looking at the golden ground and it shone back into his eyes though he ignored the light and kept going deep into his dark thoughts.

I am really ashamed to feel this way but I wish the Count did rule and didn't go into his vacation for helping the Chinese.

"Child you think we supernaturals are really confined to do good? we aren't we are to do good by ourselves to ourselves and against every other species. "

I sighed and turned back, "Why this parade, what other joke do you want me to see to pull me towards your side.. "

My teeth scratched as I knew he wouldn't stop from answering an annoying and very wrong answer. Some people do have the worst perspective of things and it kind of gets personal this way.

"Ancient wars will tell you these parades were their last as after every battle the good sides always win though are taken out from history and ruling in just a few years. Even if Snakes, Peacocks, Reptilians and Monkeys rule, the good always vanishes before the evil. "

I felt my mind boggle in the unsought rage I locked deep within and set myself apart from it. Now it yearns to set myself with it and combine the both of my shards of souls into one and bite his head off. My gnarly teeth made a presence back again after several years as I looked deep within his eyes when he looked at me.

A hand on my shoulder calmed me down for the moment as it was the friends one that I trusted, "Humans are the evil that defeated themselves with their own design, but our people were worse. " I crossed hands as I comforted myself fixing my tie and looking up at him giving a sarcastic smile.

I had to take the Apple on the silver table as it seemed like it was peaking at me trying to help me from the rotating stairs and long walks that tired me very much. Of course to survive the night from this guy I need the extra power, something equivalent to coffee and I got something more. powerful.

"So like I said these said people , betrayers Or something they thought they really could rule the humans and the world and the treasures left behind by their clans that they betrayed.. "

I was walking around this giant room going behind the chair and sensing the motors of the chair weren't all that unique it had wreaks and bad edges almost as though it was broken too many times due to overweight or in this case over- sitting and the chairs model has been scratched and changed many times as it was. The ground can't handle the weight of this giant thing and this will take him straight to his own made hell of hiding treasures in his dungeon and if the ground doesn't break, the two spears on the right side of the wall can be taken down to pierce the necks of the other guards while two try to save and lift the giant man through the floor.

The spears by then will be taken back once he notices and send the two guards flying outside the window along with his kingpin but first I need to make him move up from his chair so I can use my dagger to lock through the gaps of the seat and break when he sits back down.

But first again, information extraction, "The gods left humans out of our grasps and let them seek the truth themselves with their big evolved brains and minds. Here you yet are again, people like you not obeying your elders and trying to rule something a true supernatural can only do. "

The man on the chair was raging and clenching the palm as he looked through at me, me who was chewing on the fruits he left behind. "You seem pleased with my speech, wolves like us and his dad truly knew the way and I do mean the Count, who is way way better than you are. "

The man took effort to move up from the seat though I know this way he cannot. I also sensed my friend look up at me as he understood he also felt somewhat emotional for his dad to not be here and that was quite strange indeed. "You seem to have read a lot about ruling, immortal monkeys, snake rulers read a lot about Asia... huh. Something the drac is connected to for ages.. " I smiled as somewhat my rage lifted me up and took this unseen rage that was within me bring my teeth out and my smiling face growing more and more as I kept moving closer.

My friend's face was red and alerted and I was looking at the face of the man I hated the most at that moment, "You are not the devil on the chair my friend you are just one of his puppets. " with a deepened and darker tone my voice let out, "Remember Faudian.. I'm not a person set apart from him, in fact I know everything about you and the secret leaders... and that the forbidden instrument is taken from you.. "

I wasn't in my head, almost taken by something else, "It's in my hand.. and your chair goes with you. "

As my body vibrated and the son of dracula pounced on a few guards... there I was on my true nature and form something I didn't ever respect as the side of me... here I was as a true warrior wolveian using witchcraft.

I waved my hand as the chair and it's man flew away with his guards outside the window and taken down to the boundaries of hell...

My inner most side of the same soul was frightened and so was my friend as through mind and his words we asked, "Who the hell did you become, Faudian Jr... "