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469 Chase in forest- Part 2
Calhoun stared at Greyson, "I have a question for you."
"Anything!" agreed Greyson. Calhoun dropped the rod on the ground, and in a blink of an eye, he pulled out the gun and shot Greyson's leg, and heard the demon scream in pain. "Why did you do that! I told you I would answer your question! Ugh!" he groaned in pain.
"For inviting yourself in my castle without any invitation," came the calm words from Calhoun. "I got these bullets specially made for demons like you. You didn't feel the pain earlier, but you will feel it now. Your body will try to turn like a human body when it comes to pain. Even a pinch will make you wince. Isn't that wonderful?"
Greyson clutched his leg. His body trembled in pain, and his face contorted.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Did you know my mother? Closely?" questioned Calhoun.
The pain on the demon's face disappeared, and he looked pale. His eyes slowly moved to meet Calhoun's eyes. He shook his eyes, "I didn't."
Calhoun's eyes narrowed, and he shot two more shots into Greyson's body, this time in his stomach.
Vladimir, who had been standing on the roof, watching the two people fight, heard the question, and he said, "Fjor, make yourself useful than being a useless piece in here." The demon quickly stood up, bowing his head, he was ready to escape from the scene as if he was nowhere part of it. "Get the souls of the previous King of Devon and his family ready." He waved his fingers, and Fjor immediately disappeared from there.
Vladimir jumped down from the roof and made his way to where his grandson and the demon was. His footsteps left a light footprint on the snow. As he came in view of Greyson's eyes, the demon's eyes widened, and his jaw fell slack in shock.
"Y-you-"
"Good morning, Greyson. Are you enjoying the pain?" questioned Vladimir. "Good to see that you haven't forgotten me. Now, what do I hear about you knowing my daughter."
If it was possible, the demon's eyeballs would have fallen from his eye socket. His daughter? When did the devil have a daughter? Wait, the King asked about his mother. Greyson's eyes moved back and forth between the two people. Did that mean…? His eyes bulged out.
Instead of using any weapon, Vladimir stepped on the already injured leg of Greyson, "Speak."
"I didn't do anything!" Greyson shook his head, "I had nothing to do with it. It was Walter who was fucking the woman like any-AHHHH!"
Calhoun raised the gun at Greyson's face, "He will end up in Hell. You can talk to him later."
When the echo of the gunshots dulled down, far away from the centre of the deserted town, howls of the werewolf could be heard coming from the forest.
Raphael, who had taken the glass vial from Calhoun, searched for the brown werewolf that had disappeared after ripping apart a demon in front of him. He would have followed Beth, but the werewolf was fast, and also he had been held back by the other demons who had tried to kill him.
"Lady Elizabeth?!" Raphael shouted as loud as he could, trying to pick her scent, but her scent had drifted in all the directions, making it difficult for him to follow her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe had been glad to see her, but with the golden moon out in the sky. It wasn't just one but two people whose lives were in danger. He heard an owl hoot that had perched itself on the nearby tree. Raphael looked for Beth's werewolf footprints made by her hind legs, but there was none.
"Lady Elizabeth?" he sang her name, "You don't have to be shy. It is Raphael Sparrow. I brought you something that you might like to take," his voice left a distant echo in the forest.
A few trees away from where Raphael stood, the werewolf with the brow fur got down ever so slowly from the tree without making a sound. Its mouth was open, showing its big sharp teeth that were coated in its saliva.
When the beast stepped on a branch on the ground, Raphael quickly turned to look at the werewolf.
"There you are," remarked Raphael with a polite smile on his face. "I have been looking for you everywhere. Why don't you and I sit down now so that we can talk?"
Hearing Raphael's words, the werewolf snarled, and the demon raised his hands. "We can stand and talk. You don't have to be angry."
The werewolf then widened its mouth, growled loudly and it snapped its teeth before stomping its feet forward to tear Raphael into pieces. Raphael didn't mind taking Beth the way she was, but right now, the werewolf was not pleased to see him.
He didn't want to injure her too much, but to give her the antidote, that would mean he would need her to be still, which appeared to be an impossible task. Dodging away from the werewolf by rolling to one side on the snow-covered ground, Raphael tried to shoot the werewolf's leg to stop the beast from moving. action
When Raphael pulled the trigger, the bullet missed its mark and the sound of it only turned the werewolf that much more aggressive, and it growled as if he was going to be its meal.
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