Crimson and Furs 2

Chapter Five: Terrifying Hellhound

After seeing that the two guards were dead, the demon scoffed, "I never thought humans would be so weak after thousands of years of leaving the Earth. What happened to the thousands of Cursed that roamed the surface of the Earth back then?"

As a demon who resided in hell, he could only return to the human world when the gates of hell opened. And he was really thankful to the humans for this because their evil desires help open the gates of hell.

"After getting that Path four relic, I should be able to successfully advance to become a Mutant," the demon said as he walked into the museum. "I've been stuck at being a hellhound for centuries now. Now that I'm out of hell, I need to find a way to advance quickly."

Obviously, advancing was easier for humans than demons. This was because it was very rare for demons to die and give up their Cursed essence. And it was also very rare for demons to go against high ranking demons in order to get their essences. Hence, low ranking demons almost never advanced.

The museum appeared very quiet and deserted. It was also very dark and with his ability to see in the dark, the demon could see that there was nobody here. He couldn't help but knit his fiery eyebrows after discovering this. He had reverted to his human form and no longer had any terrifying appearance. Except for his murderous eyes, he appeared very normal.

But I thought the museum is heavily guarded, the demon couldn't help but think. I was expecting to meet several Cursed like the Wizards and Doppelgangers. Who would have thought that this current civilization didn't have many of them anymore? It's really sad...I would have trained myself tonight.

He finally stopped in front of a gallery, staring at the horn within the glass case. From where he was standing, he could feel the Path four essence. This made him to smile from the bottom of his heart.

"Finally I will get the chance to become a Mutant," the demon said in happiness. The Path four for demons was called Mutant. Obviously there was a Demon Cursed type which this demon belonged to and Hellhound was the Path three.

He reached out his hands and grabbed the glass. Suddenly his hands became red like magma, causing the glass case to melt easily. After this was done, his hands returned to normal. He then took the horn and caressed it for some time.

"To think the humans didn't even place any surveillance makes me sick to my stomach," the demon said. "Are they gradually becoming so foolish?"

"You can think of it that way," a voice suddenly sounded some meters away from him, causing his eyes to narrow. He hadn't even noticed the presence of the other party!

Suddenly a figure leaped out of the shadows, his arms extended outwards as he soared towards the demon at supernatural speeds. The moonlight which shone through the windows of the museum reflected his claws which had this metallic lustre to them.

"Lycanthrope!" the demon roared as he immediately clenched the horn, his eyes transforming into balls of fire. Instantly, his body swelled up as two horns grew out of his head and tore through the hood he was wearing.

The Lycanthrope clawed at the demon's neck, his face contorting into a deep frown. He was one of the Special Cops sent to guard the museum some days ago and had been expecting some major robbery. But what he hadn't expected was a demon suddenly appearing here!

Demons were extremely malevolent and couldn't be reasoned with. So the first thing that came to the Lycanthrope's mind was to subdue or kill this demon. And as a Path two, Wolfman he was confident that he could finish off the demon.

When he was five meters away from the demon, there was an outburst of flames from the six feet plus demon. The flames surged towards the Wolfman who couldn't dodge in time, attempting to engulf him. The Wolfman could literally see death as he felt his soul burning rapidly. Obviously the fire from the demon could burn souls as well!

"XXX!"

Suddenly a strange chant rang out and there was a ripple between the demon and the Wolfman who was still lunging towards the demon. When the Wolfman hit the ripple, he vanished into thin air. He then reappeared from where he had lunged at the demon, crashing to the ground.

"A Stage Magician!" the demon immediately recognized the person who had saved the Wolfman. Stage Magicians were Path three of the Wizard Cursed type. They were very intelligent and excelled in tricks. Moreover they grew more powerful with the number of people around! Hence, the demon didn't want to waste his time fighting this Stage Magician who had suddenly appeared.

Boom!

There was an explosion which spread throughout the museum, causing flames of fire to fill everywhere. This was the only thing the demon could do to distract the attention of the Stage Magician and escape. He suddenly had the premonition that there were several Cursed lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right time to strike him.

"So there have been Cursed all this while," the demon said as he blended with the flames of fire, concealing his form.

The Stage Magician who had used his magic to create a magical wall around him and his comrade couldn't help but narrow his eyes after seeing the demon vanish just like that. The demon didn't even give him the chance to use a quarter of his powers when he escaped.

"So careful..." the Stage Magician said as he turned to look at the Lycanthrope who was still groaning on the ground, regarding him with his mischievous blue eyes. "On the other hand my Lycanthrope friend is still as rash as ever..."

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The demon sprinted across the quiet street, his head hung low. He didn't dare revert to his human form as he was afraid that the Cursed from before would be tailing him. If they happened to suddenly attack him when he was in his human form, then there would be no way to react to their attacks. By then he would be as good as death.

Suddenly he saw a figure standing some meters away from him. He was dressed in a red trenchcoat, a black shirt, a pair of red leather pants and red combat boots to match. There was a red hat pressed to the figure's head which was bowed, some of his brown hair peeking out of the hat.

The demon halted immediately, his eyes sizing up the figure who was in his way. He had been berating humans some moments ago for not having thousands of Cursed like before. But now that he had been encountered three Cursed in a few minutes, he couldn't help but become extremely vigilant.

"Your lane ends here," the figure standing some meters away from him finally spoke. "You'll answer for your crimes now."

"Pathetic!" the demon scoffed, flames of fire billowing out of his nostrils. These weren't just normal flames of fire. They were flames of demonic fire!

Obviously Path three, Hellhound of the Demon Cursed type could manipulate demonic fire which did not only burn the body but the soul and mind as well!

Boom!

Flames of fire shot towards the figure who raised his head slowly. The fire was reflected in his eyes, an expression of surprise appearing on his face. From where he was standing he could feel his soul burn even when the flames of fire were yet to touch him.

The Demon glared at the figure as he watched the figure leap backwards, avoiding the flames of fire which crashed into the ground, leaving corrosive marks there. His lips curled up into a smile as he said, "Not bad for a Lycanthrope. You didn't take the initiative to lung towards me just like your kinsmen back at the museum."

Thud!

The Lycanthrope landed on a car, causing it to shake violently. The hat which he had been wearing dropped, revealing his facial features. It was a young boy around the age of sixteen.

"A young human?" the Hellhound couldn't believe his eyes. What is really going on with the human world? Even kids can become Cursed?

Hearing the Demon's question, Daniel couldn't help but narrow his eyes as he opened his palms, "You got it right. I'm a young human!"

Sharp claws immediately extended from his fingers as all his teeth vanished, transforming into four large fangs. His brown eyes glowed brightly in the dark night as he opened his mouth to let out a roar.

"Get out of my way, kid," the Hellhound finally spoke. "You and I have no business."

"After destroying several buildings and causing several innocent people to burn to death, I've suddenly taken an interest to you," Daniel said. Even after seeing the six feet plus tall Demon with two horns on his head and a pair of burning eyes, he wasn't the least bit afraid.

Lycanthropes were immune to fear and only Horrors could induce fear into them. This was because the Horror Cursed type represented abyss, nothingness and horror. Hence the Demon in front of him who wasn't related to the Horror Cursed type in any way didn't have the corresponding ability to make him feel fear.

"Hahaha!" the Hellhound let out a loud laugh. "They were all guilty and they deserved to die! Now get out of my way or you'd die as well!"

"Let's see about that!" Daniel said as he immediately moved towards the Hellhound in a blur. His legs and arms underwent transformations as he approached the Hellhound, becoming more and more wolflike as Furs covered them. A Wolfman could intentionally transform their whole bodies into a werewolf or chose to transform part of their bodies!

The Hellhound immediately let out a roar, causing Daniel's head to buzz as he staggered backwards, failing to deliver his attack. This was not just a simple roar like Daniel had done. This was actually a roar which could affect a target's spirit just like the demonic fire! It was an ability which Hellhounds possessed!

Blood trickled out of Daniel's eyes, nose, mouth and ears as he became very dizzy. Earlier he had been slightly injured in the spirit from feeling the heat of the demonic fire. Coupled with the attack just now, his spirit was gravely injured. But as a Wolfman who possessed so much will, he wouldn't go down so easily!

Crack!

The ground on which he was standing shattered as he leaped towards the Hellhound and clawed his chest!

"Ah!" the Hellhound groaned as he was sent flying backwards, skidding across the ground till he crashed into a wall.

Daniel coughed out blood after successfully using his strength to attack the Hellhound. He wiped his mouth as he said, "Now you're gonna pay for your crime."

"I doubt that," the Hellhound said as he touched the large wound on his chest. "Although you managed to injure me, it's nothing."

"Let's see about that," Daniel said in a very deep voice as he began transforming into a werewolf. Several cracking sounds rang out as his body was stretched in odd angles, his expression contorting into one of intense rage.

"Roar!" Daniel let out a loud roar as his outfit was ripped into shreds, completing his transformation into a werewolf.

The Hellhound stared at the brown furred large werewolf who was growling at him, his brown glowing eyes glaring at him. Silently he raised his hands up, large fiery claws extending from his fingers. Emanating from the Hellhound's palms were balls of demonic fire which lit up the whole place.

"Let's see what you're made of," the Hellhound said with a deep frown. "After killing you I will make sure I feed on you in order to convert your essence into replenishment."

Daniel didn't say anything as he continued glaring at the Demon. In this stalemate he couldn't help but summon Bloody Mary. He felt that this Demon was very powerful and not someone he would be able to deal with in a short period of time before the others arrived.