Chapter 6
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Three months prior, “Crow” had just finished hunting more of the bastards who killed Airi. He flew to the abandoned building where he had left his prisoner lying. He was trapped in a world where he would be forced to see the reason he began hunting Demonkind over and over again. His hope was for the man to simply break and beg for it to end.
He pulled his wings back in, wincing as the bones went back to the shape they were supposed to go and get into their proper place. Blood went down his back and dripped on the floor as the muscle that was controlling the wings began to melt back into their proper form. When he was finished placing everything as it should be, he bent over and began absorbing the blood through his hand to rid the evidence.
His breathing became ragged as he recovered from the procedure. He opened the door and walked in to find his prisoner on the floor where he had left him. His face began sinking in as his body began attempting to feed itself using the muscles of his body. This man needs to be fed or he’ll die and give me nothing.
“Crow” turned the prisoner’s head to face him and looked into his eyes to figure out what the man was seeing.
The man was eating dinner with his wife and daughter. Laughs were heard, but not what was being said. They were happily eating the meal in front of them. Smiles were on each of their faces until a loud thump was at their door. The man got up to investigate. He walked, en route to the door, but it burst open moments later. Whatever it was, it had gotten in and it was fast.
It had gotten past the man and made a sprint for his dining room. It appeared to run on all fours, leading the man to believe it was a hungry wolf.
Screams were heard behind him. He turned around quickly and began running to the dining room. What just got past me?
He slipped on a puddle of blood with pieces of meat sprinkled in, hitting his head on the ground. He was disoriented but quickly got up and looked around him. A giant blood splatter, the sound of a creature eating and flesh being ripped apart. The man felt partially disgusted by the sight of the blood, but part of him knew he had to figure out if at least his daughter was spared. He slowly walked toward the sound. Sweat began running down his back and his palms, he was scared of what he might see on the other side of the table. He kept walking, being sure not to make a sound. Nothing could’ve prepared him to see what was on the other side of the table.
He saw a large wolf-like creature, tearing into his wife, eating the skin along with the muscle and ripping into her organs. The creature tugged on a piece of the small intestine and began pulling it out, simultaneously eating it.
“What… What… What the hell are you!” He shouted.
The creature turned to him, a piece of the intestine hanging from its mouth as blood covered the fur on its face. It turned back to the woman on the ground and continued eating.
“Don’t you f*****g ignore me!” He picked up a chair and held it high, he intended to beat the creature to death with it. It had killed his wife and possibly eaten his child whole, his only reasons for living were gone.
It was then that he heard footsteps coming into his house.
“It came in here!”
“s**t! Check for survivors and look for the creature!”
A group of four hooded men came into the house.
“Anyone still alive?”
The man unconsciously replied, “here!”
The creature turned its red eyes to face the entrance, growling and baring its sharp teeth.
The men came into the room and were greeted with the grim sight of blood and gore on the floor, a man holding a chair up and a large Werewolf growling at them.
“Number 2 and 3, grab the demon. Number 4, provide support. You there,” he pointed to the man, “take this.” he held out his hand, a knife in it with the handle facing the man.
The man hesitantly put down the chair, “what for?” He began reaching out for the knife.
“You will be the one to slay this demon, but know that doing so means that you will help others not go through this same tragedy.”
“But-”
Before the man could reply, the hooded figure began pointing to places on his body, “aim for here, here, and here.” He pointed to the head, the heart, and the gut. “We will weaken it.”
He nodded and the three behind him dispersed into the dining room with great speed. Each pulled out a knife and stabbed the Werewolf and held him up.
“Done.” the three said in unison.
The leader turned to the man in front of him, handing him the knife, turning him around and giving him a push, “go finish the job.”
The man took the knife with both hands, taking a breath, and walked toward the creature. Head heart and gut, head heart and gut, he recited in his mind.
The creature was breathing raggedly, weakened from all of the stabs from earlier. Whenever it attempted to nip at one of the men holding it up, they’d begin twisting the blades, causing it to whine and yelp.
The man approached the creature and shoved the knife into its head. He pulled it out and thrust it in again and again, losing himself in the process. His heart began racing, his breathing becoming more ragged with every thrust of the blade.
The men dropped the creature in fear of being caught in the crossfire.
The man continued stabbing the body, a smile slowly creeping up on his lips. “This is for…” He stopped speaking, his smile vanishing, and tears appearing in his eyes. “Oh god…” He looked up to the ceiling, “I think I will join them…” He turned the knife to his throat, shakily and began pulling it closer.
A hand grabbed the hilt and pulled away, “don’t forget what I told you now… You must live and kill more of these demons so that they don’t do it again, remember?”
The man had tears going down his face, “that’s right. No one else should feel this pain…”
He stood up, “I would like my hood now.” He held his hand out.
“No,” the leader replied.
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