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Beth’s eyes looked at the ceiling, she tried to turn her head so that she could take a glimpse of what was going on. The knocking sound on the door was heard again, and Greyson nudged the demon next to him to go and check who was there at the door.
When the demon opened the door, he saw there was no one. “Do you think they found this place?” asked the woman who stood next to Fjor.
“It’s a secluded town where no one ever comes. There’s no way they would know we are here,” stated Greyson. He then said to the demon who was at the door, “Go see who it is.” The night like today was something he had been eagerly anticipating. He wasn’t going to let any person ruin his chance of ascending the throne of the devil.
“What are we going to do with this girl? Her hair color is changing,” said another demon, and Greyson’s eyes narrowed. “Do you think Fjor made a mistake of picking up the wrong girl?”
Fjor raised his hands, “The description was of a blonde brown-haired girl. You saw her hair before.”
Greyson took a closer look at Beth who stared back at him. “Are you not the dark angel?” he questioned her dauntingly, his eyes turning pitch black in anger.
“What do you think?” Beth questioned back at him.
“Answer me!” Greyson dug his fingers into Beth’s shoulders, piercing his fingers in her skin and making her wince in pain. “Where is the dark angel?” The demons and the fallen angels around could tell that this demon was going to lose it. As they stared at the girl on the table, they caught sight of her green eyes that started to change colour, slowly transforming into gold and yellow.
“T-this looks like a werewolf,” said one of the demons in there.
“AHHHHH!!”
Hearing the scream coming from outside the building, everyone turned alert, and stared at the open door. “There are uninvited guests in here. On alert!” commanded Greyson. The demons and fallen angels he had recruited were not average people, but people who had unique abilities who would be of use in fighting the people who had arrived. He had taken extra care when planning for tonight, working on it for years.
His minions started to spread out and away from the table. One of the demons who had stepped out of the building tried looking for the demon who had just screamed, to only find the person dead on the ground.
“Aren’t you feeling cold wearing only that?” came a voice from above the roof. The demon quickly snapped his head around and caught sight of a man sitting on the top, on his heels.
Raphael stood up on his feet and then jumped down. The demon didn’t wait to question and went directly to attack Raphael. The demon’s movements were quick, and Raphael kept up with it, using his hands to block the attacks before he felt his head ring and he lost his focus for a couple of seconds as another demon had used a rod to hit on his head.
“That hurt,” commented Raphael, after receiving a blow from one of the two demons and he fell on the snow-covered ground.
He felt something wet on the back of his head. His hand reached out to touch the warm liquid, and he noticed the blood on his hand. The two demons in front of him were sure that Raphael would be dead as he looked more human than a demon, but the card reader only smiled up at them politely.
“Hit him again!” ordered the shorter demon.
But before the demon, who was holding metal rod could hit Raphael with it, his hands slipped into his pockets of his robes, and he threw the metal cards at the demons to have their face blast. “I asked if you weren’t feeling cold. Let me warm you up.”
“You asshole!” cursed the demon whose face had turned dirty because of the card exploding where some parts of their face had melted to show bones.
When Madeline arrived at the place with the others, Calhoun had moved to the other and had already started to kill the demons, while she stepped inside the building to find Beth tied to the table. She quickly ran to her sister’s side where the demons had only left Beth’s side.
“Maddie!” Beth exclaimed with a sense of relief as well as worry entering her mind. “You shouldn’t be here!” she warned, while Madeline untied the ropes around Beth’s hands and legs one after another.
“Don’t worry,” Madeline assured her sister. Until she was alive, she would not let any harm come upon Beth.
“No! They are planning to sacrifice you here!” Beth spoke in a rushed tone. She sat up once her hands were free. Running her fingers across her wrist because of the binds that had been tied around her hands. Before she could say anything more, the time which Madeline had been dreading about finally arrived. The clouds that were covering the moon, drifted away from the sky, making way for the golden moon to throw light on the land of Devon.
A growl surfaced from the back of Beth’s throat. “Beth?” Madeline called her sister, seeing Beth’s face contoured itself in pain. Her sister had closed her eyes and her hands gripped the table.
Madeline had seen Beth change before, but the way she was changing right now, it was something she hadn’t expected. The growl only increased and Beth’s hands that were flat on the marked table, her nails started to grow long and dirty while her back started to transform with her bones that started to modify, and so did her face.
She staggered back, looking at Beth, who continued to transform, and when she looked up at the sky through the window, she saw the moon had appeared.
