A Missed Shot

Chapter Final

fifteen minutes later in Thessaloniki's White Tower

A woman walks slowly back and forth. The room is lit by a single candle. The light merely dances around the edges of the woman's face as she converses on the phone in Greek. There is a man sitting behind her, twirling a machete around in his hand. The woman is wearing heels, audible from the slow rate of clicking from each step she takes. She comes to a halt as a smirk eases its way up the side of her face that is lit by the candle light. A draft passes through, sending the flame flickering as the light scatters downward, making an assault rifle in the woman's left hand barely visible. The woman hangs up the phone and slips it into her pocket as the candle's flame stabilizes and she walks towards the man in the chair.

He begins, "So? Is it done?"

She smiles and nods her head. "So now with the girl dead," she comes to a stop behind the man, setting the gun down leaning on the chair as her arms wrap gingerly around his neck, "it will finally give us our shot. And guess what we will do, Axel?"

He leans his head back on the chair and their cheeks touch as they make eye contact. "Yes, Dwra?"

"We're gonna send that other girl straight back to Hell where she came from."

"Damn right." They both slightly giggle as they close the distance between their faces and their lips touch and press into each other with such passion. They break the kiss as he stands slowly from his chair. He looks at his girlfriend and says, "You ready to do this?" He readies his machete and pistol on his hip.

Dwra smirks and cocks her bayoneted rifle with a medium sized blade on her hip, "Born ready." The two of them walk arm-in-arm out of the wooden double doors onto the wooden landing. Below them is an army of people, armed with guns, knives, bombs and any other weapon imaginable for humans to wield. Dwra shoots a few rounds from her rifle into the air to quite the chatter of the room. "Alright," she shouts in Greek, then after translates to English, "listen up, grunts!"

now

The Devil Bringer glows with immense power as Scarlet, with ease, snaps out of the ropes that have been tied binding her to the table. The demons all scream and panic while they gaze at Scarlet gracefully getting to her feet, but they surprisingly all stand their ground; they must be spellbound. In all, there are twenty demons, their eyes black and ready for combat with weapons of all sorts drawn; ranging from pistols to combat rifles, from knives to swords made from steel and brass knuckles to mornstars. They think they're going up against one.

But that's where they're wrong.

Scarlet holds the Devil Bringer over The Feeder and looks down. When she picks her head back up, a purple mist emerges from the talisman and soon reforms into a chimera. Upon landing, it roars loudly, breathing fire out into the air. She commands her beast to attack a half of the room while she takes care of the other half. They stand initially back to back and then they take off in opposing directions, starting their mass murdering spree.

Scarlet drives the Red Queen through two demons at once, watching the blood leak and engulf the sword. She revs the blade, making them bleed harder and faster and swings it to her left, sending the two corpses into three other demons. A demon swings its mornstar at her but she ducks; the mornstar ends up taking out a demon that was behind Scarlet. She rises with an uppercut to his chin, making his head come off, creating a fountain of blood as she kicks his decapitated body through the window.

On the other side of the room, the chimera's lion head is in the middle of eating a demon's guts out as the serpent tail grips a demon by the leg and swings it around, taking out multiple other demons in the process, tossing it out the window in which Scarlet has just obliterated. She winks with a smirk at her chimera as the serpent hisses back in approval as thunder booms and lightning flashes across the skies outside.