The Cursed Greek Heroes Series: Wicked

Chapter 2

At first, Adamus thought about sparing the son of a bitch who dared to shoot him with a pathetic handgun. But when the bastard nailed him with another bullet, Adamus staggered from the pain and changed his mind.

"What's the matter demigod?" the demon jeered, stepping away from the shadows and revealed himself. The demon cast a long shadow due to his impressive height. However, the gloom of the alley did not flatter his pallid skin. Except for the fact that he was dressed in a tasteless checkered shirt, there was nothing else that could separate this demon from any ordinary human.

Except of course, when Adamus looked up and saw his eyes. Demons had black corneas and blood red irises. In the dim alley, the demon's garish red eyes were almost glowing.

"I was just pausing to admire your ugly face, demon. The lighting in here really sets off your complexion. Have you ever considered spray tan?" Adamus mocked the demon, ignoring the throbbing pain on his right shoulder blade.

"I am not an ordinary demon!" the demon claimed, red eyes filled with hatred. "I was a demigod once." He boasted.

"And that declaration supposed to win you any favors from me?" Adamus spat. They began circling each other slowly. "'Cause congratulations demon, I'm going to kill you in a more painful way than I planned ten seconds ago."

If there was one thing Adamus hated more than guns and cocky barely weaned demons, it was demigods who turned demon. Many young, blood hungry demons would seek him out and try to kill him and his fellow Accursed brothers in order to prove their worth. So far none of them had ever succeeded. But since they were stupid, they kept on trying anyways.

On the other hand, these demigods who turned demons fucking infuriate Adamus until he sees red. These scums of the earth are known as kianna demons, and they decided to turn and prey on humanity just because their godly mommies or daddies were just too busy to beam down from Olympus to kiss their boo boos.

He understood abandonment and betrayal from a parent better than anybody, but he won't turn demon for anything. Kronos can kiss his leather clad ass.

Adamus straightened himself and jumped on his feet, ran towards the bastard and landed a roundhouse kick on the demon's chest. The demon fell in a heap of limbs on the ground, aimed his gun and fired. The echo sounded like hammer on anvil, ringing in the alley.

The bullet found Adamus's left thigh this time. That is it: he would gladly do the demon a favor and fucking ends his wretched life in record time. Besides, it wasn't going to be long until mortals would begin to swarm this alley, he thought. Better wrap this one quick.

A fucking gun, what a joke.

Adamus closed in on the demon and landed a blow on his jaw, dislocating it with a pop. The demon's grasp on his weapon grew slack and with a practiced hit, Adamus made the demon dropped the gun. He kicked the metal instrument away from the demon's reach with great satisfaction.

The demon wiped blood from the corner of his mouth and launched himself onto Adamus, frantically throwing punches and clumsily dodging Adamus's blows. And like a juvenile demon that he was, he was not great at dishing out pain or he was real good at receiving them. Which was really disappointing, because demigods were supposed to be trained to fight for monsters battling purposes. Which mean this one had slipped though the cracks. What a shame.

When the world was younger, demons fought like it meant something to them. Now it seemed that they had given up hope on their true purpose – to resurrect their true creators, Kronos and the rest of the punished Titans. Their demons ambition was what made it necessary for fighters like Adamus to be created: to stop demons from resurrecting the Titans while preying on all of mankind.