The other demons and fallen angels who had scattered in and around the building, their heads turned in the direction from where the growls were heard. Beth's clothes tore along with her skin to let brown fur surface through her body. Her nails dug deeper on the table, creating marks and the full transformed werewolf shook its head before standing on the table. The werewolf looked at the moon and then howled loudly, letting every person in the town know that it was here.
"I would have never guessed that we caught a werewolf," murmured Fjor behind a pillar while staring at the werewolf and quietly stepped out of the building to see what was going on as he didn't want to fight the werewolf and decided to leave it to Greyson.
"Beth?" Madeline called the werewolf, hoping Beth could hear her. James had heard her voice, that would mean Beth would be able to listen to her too. But Madeline didn't know that her sister whom she knew was not in there right now. The werewolf's head snapped to look at where Madeline was, it snarled at her as if it could barely wait to kill her.
The werewolf jumped down from the table, charging towards her, making Madeline raise her hands to stop the werewolf's movements, but it wasn't enough. Not a second later, the werewolf picked up Madeline, throwing her against one side of the room.
"Kill the werewolf!" ordered Greyson, noticing the presence of the blonde girl in the room. The way she had tried to stop the werewolf, she was the dark angel, thought Greyson to himself and his eyes filled itself with greed.
"No!" Madeline shouted, and before she could stop the demons, a woman appeared in front of her with a gun in her hand.
"Little girls are not supposed to get themselves involved in things that don't concern them," and the woman aimed the weapon at Madeline's shoulder so that she could wound the dark angel.
Just as the woman pulled the trigger, Madeline dodged it. The woman appeared to be a human, but when she smiled, Madeline knew that this person was a fallen angel.
"Do you remember me, Madeline?" asked the woman. Madeline stepped behind the pillar to take shelter. "We met in one of the soirees that your aunt Mary had invited us to attend. It was very long. Probably seven years ago."
In the meantime, Madeline searched for something that she could make use of. An arrow came straight to hit near her head, and she gasped. Trying to see where it came from, she caught sight of another demon who held a crossbow in his hand.
"I don't think she remembers, Wendy," said the demon holding the crossbow. Madeline stepped out behind the wooden pillar and saw one of the demons who fell on the ground from above.
On the above floor, Calhoun who was fighting withthe demons had ripped one of the demon's head before throwing him down. He now fought with another demon, who belonged to a higher level.
Calhoun's hand hit the building's wooden wall, breaking the wood to use it as a stake and he pushed the stake into the demon's heart. Thinking the demon was dead, he let the body hit the ground. But the next second, the demon pulled out the stake from his heart unaffected, while he used his other hand to push himself back on his feet while using the same stake to pierce Calhoun's thigh.
"I thought you will die," murmured Calhoun with a small hiss before pulling out the stake from his thigh to have blood ooze out from the wound.
"The King of Devon, I heard whispers that you are a demon," the demon snarled at him, his voice coarse. "But you should know that I am not like you," he snickered this time, "I don't think you have been educated with how demons work. I am not like the other demons. The demons here are different."
"I am listening," replied Calhoun, and his eyes snapped to look at the demon who tryed to get to him. The demon's fingernails swiped through the wind, waiting to leave a deep gash of wounds on Calhoun.
The smile on the demon's face broadened into a V shape, showing his jagged teeth to Calhoun. "Do you think a mere demon-vampire like you can defeat us? Your father was a wise man, and he knew when to hide his tail. It would be wise for you to leave, instead of thinking you can defeat us."
"So how do I kill you?" came the calm voice of Calhoun. His voice filled with arrogance, and that only had the demon's nerve pop because he was more experienced and the King was younger than him.
"I can tell you in Hell," smiled the demon. He pulled out small crystal balls from his pocket that had liquid inside it. "See if you can catch them. They are special ones which I brought with me." As the crystal balls rubbed against each other, Calhoun heard them crackle similar to how the glass crackled back in Vladimir's castle.
"Seems like something you borrowed from Hell," remarked Calhoun and the demon chuckled.
"You bet." Without waiting for another moment, the demon threw the crystal balls at Calhoun at high speed. When the crystals touched Calhoun's body, they blasted with acid in them. Wherever the crystal balls had burst, it had melted Calhoun's clothes as well as his skin, leaving steam behind.
The demon had expected it would deter the King, but instead, Calhoun chuckled.
"Such childish tricks," remarked Calhoun. He tilted his head for the blood that was dripping down from his forehead to move near his mouth. His tongue peeked out to catch his blood, and he swalloed it. "Considering there are some demons who cannot be killed in normal ways, the rest are nothing but useless. Just like you."
The demon pulled out other crystal balls, holding each of them in between his fingers. Before the crystals could leave the demon's hands to be thrown at Calhoun again, Calhoun pulled out his gun and shot every single crystal ball, to have them break and explode.