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A dark rain-cloud passed in front of the moon. A large wind blew through Lunor's fur, chilling him to the bone. A cloud of dark red dust swirled from the east, and piled in front of Arial. An oninomous howl sounded from somewhere nearby. Arial crouched over and scooped up some of the dust, it draning between her claws. "They got him. They used some sort of holy object. I'm not sure if it was damn holy water or what but it was holy." She threw the dust to her right. "When I get my hand's on those little Jesuslovers I'll kill them. I swear I'll rip them apart like a chew toy." The others knew she was mad. It was not time to mes with her. Usually Arial didn't cuss, but she called them Jesuslovers, the worst insult anyone could recieve in hell. "Let's hurry up and get a new hell hound. I want one of those little monsters to feel real pain." She broke out in a full sprint, all four legs flying at an extreme rate. They showed up on the nasty side of town. There were few lights over here, and plenty of garbage littering the streets. The harsh rain and wind turned the dark gravel road into a slush, the loose house shutters making a rackous. A frail homeless man stood on the corner, a rusty barrel full of fire. Like a shadow Lunor and Arial melted into the ground, crawling along the brick houses, walls, undetectable, and to any human, just scary shadows. "Another benefit of being Lucifer's favorites." Lunor thought to himself. A long shadow draped the ground behind the tin barrel, which Arial quickly rushed down. Into the fire she dowve, unnoticed besides a small sizzle. After turning herself around ready to pounce she took form. The flames of the barrel grew a crimson red, and black smoke poured out into the sky. The man backed away cautiously. "Your times over old man." Came a voice from deep inside the barrel. She didn't sound like Arial, but more demon. Another talent the Hell hounds bore, they had all the tools to strike fear in human hearts. Lucifer made sure of it. The man turned, ready to run, eyes bulging out of his terrified self. Arial leaped out of the barrel, her fur smoldering, and on fire, teeth glinting, full of rage. She took a hold of the old man by his head, claws deep in his eyes, his skin and hair burning from the fires heat. She picked him up, and turned him to face her. She couldn't see her, but she could feel his fear. She nibbled gingerly at his right arm, pain flying through him. He would die of fear. "Hell's waiting for you." She threw him to the ground, and pounced upon his chest, ripping his sternum in half, ribs cracking and snapping loudly. A blue Aura came wrenching out still attached to the heart. The soul hadn't fully detached itself yet. She took the still beating heart from his bloody chest in one quick motion, and popped it liek a water balloon. Blood squirted everywhere, most of it sizzling of her still ignited body. The blue aura slowly drifted up, formin more and more inot the shpae of an old man. God nor Lucifer were able to guide him now. Arial jumped up, and grabbed the spectrum, holding it tightly between her fiery hands. The spectrum let out a muffled scream, pain covering its face, its transparent body slowly turning black. She let go of it, the spectrum falling apart, a pile of soot next to the old man's body. Arial pulled the bloody clothes off of the corpes and handed them to Morios. "Hurry up there's got to be at least one good one in the bar." Morios nodded. It was his time to shine. He was the only hell Hound, who in human form, any normal human wouldn't fear. Morios stepped into the shadows, and quickly switched into the man's clothing. It was a little blood stained but everyone in this neighborhood was. Morios walked out into the rain, and back a few hundred feet. Somewher to the right they had passed a street with a pub. He walked over to the corner, the ain matting down his hair, the flickering street lamp giving him an eerie, sickly glow. A faint twinkle of a distant piano sounded from the building, reminding Morios of Sherlock. He always was good at playing dark and wicked tunes on his piano. He walked inot the pub, the big oak door creaking shut behind him. A dim fire light the room, most men's faces either covered by a dark traveller's cloak, or teh had a full beard, the malevelont dark eyes, staring menancingly ahead of them. It was a loud room, filled with a mixture of burly drunken men fighting over who's "Gal was prettier" and the piano man playing a delightful tune, that would be played in most bars, it reminded, Morios, along with everyone else, of barfights, and he guaranteed before the end of the song one would break out. In the corner near the fire sat a young man of maybe 23, his dark eyes staring deeply into the fire. He was drunk, and obviously not in a good mood. He had black curly hair, and dark brown almost black eyes. He had a bottle of Rum in his hands, large bags developing under his eyes. "What's the matter chap? You seem to be in a nasty mood." Morios said, trying to sound as nice as possible. The man was strong built, but lean, something was wearing down his heart. "That bitch was cheating on me. I gave her my heart, and my name and I walk in and see her with Barney, my best man."
"That's terrible Chap. I'm Morios what's your name?"
"Jamenson."
"Well Jamenson, if you need it, I can give you a way away from her, and all the heart break. All you have to do is come with me."
Jamenson turned to make eye contact with Morios, a puzzled look upon his face.
"What do you mean a way out?" Morios' eyes changed, his flaming pupils staring deep into Jamensons.
Slowly Jamenson's burned as well, a wicked sneer streched across his face. "I want this way out."
Morios led him out into the alleywat where Arial waited for him, dressed in very revealing clothing. She took ahold of his shirt and pulled him deep into the shadows. A moment later Jamenson let out a bloodcurlding scream, which slowly diminshed into a deep growl. |
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