Astra looked on as he slowly followed the last assassin crawling to the tavern nearby. With one arm outstretched, Darren grabbed hold of the man's neck, lifting high into the air.
Astra could not comprehend what she was seeing...but she certainly sensed exactly what she thought of him in this moment.
Monster.
Inhuman.
Devil.
All the words she had associated with the Demon hunting her...now seemed to radiate off Darren in this very moment.
Drool dripped from his fangs, his own blood trickling down his left eye, its cerulean glow now giving a hint of bright orange...the man he had held in his own hand was beaten, but his grip had not let go.
"P...Please...let me go. I'll tell you everything!" The man choked.
The Northman's growls remained, his jaw opening to speak. "What can you possibly offer me in exchange for your life?" He spoke venomously, the echo of his voice sounding more beast like than ever.
Astra watched in horror as the man struggled to speak. "PLEASE!!!...Mercy...MERCY!!!"
Darren's head tilted. "...Mercy?"
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The man coughed blood as Darren's grip began crushing his windpipe. Darren pulled him close enough toward his face...and Astra's fear turned into unbearable terror as a low whisper echoed in the darkness around them...
"...No..."
A guttural scream...the lashing of jaws tearing into the eyes, breaking open the skull, and the full force of a body being tossed to the ground tore chunks of the corpse's head apart. Astra shook violently from the sight as her eyes shrunk back into her skull, the glow fading from them instantly.
Blood trickled from his mouth as the chunk he bit out fell from his fanged jaws, unhinged...
