The thirst of blood

Chapter 15 the gates are opened

Christopher stared at the mounting pile of evidence in his office, feeling a mix of frustration and determination. Chloe had ghosted him for days, and in that time, he’d made no headway on either the current murder case or the Hell’s Hounds case. Her absence made him realize how much he’d relied on her, and how little progress he had made on his own. The guilt filled at him, driving him back into his work with a renewed, almost obsessive focus.

For the past week, he had isolated himself from everyone, diving deep into the details of the cases. Every lead, every scrap of information,he looked into it. Yet, despite his efforts, he found nothing concrete. The only thing he was sure of was that Kevin was suspicious—very suspicious.

Chloe’s sudden return to duty after ghosting him only added to the mystery. He had checked every hospital record, convinced that if she had been that ill, she would have needed medical attention. But there was no trace of her. She was avoiding him, that much was clear. But why?

Pushing thoughts of Chloe aside, Christopher decided to focus on Kevin. There was something undeniably strange about him. His gut feeling told him that Kevin was more than just an oddball—he was somehow involved in these cases.

Christopher was following Kevin. he watched as Kevin slipped into his house, the dusk shadows making his movements barely visible. Hiding behind a nearby tree, Christopher strained his eyes, trying to see if there was anything unusual about Kevin's actions. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about Kevin, a feeling that had only intensified over the past week of surveillance.

Just as Christopher was about to adjust his position, he felt a strange sensation, like a wave of energy pulsing through him. He froze, his heart pounding. What was this feeling? He had never experienced anything like it before. Lost in thought, he didn't notice Kevin reemerging from his house.

“You need to control yourself,” Kevin’s voice snapped Christopher back to reality. Startled, he looked up to see Kevin standing right in front of him, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.

“What... what just happened?” Christopher stammered, his mind racing.

Kevin sighed, “You lost control of your self and your presence was visible. Everyone could feel it, not just me.”

Christopher blinked in confusion, “My presence? What are you talking about?”

Kevin shook his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. “You don’t even realize it, do you? You have a presence, Christopher, a powerful one. You’re just really good at hiding it—better than me, actually. But for a moment there, you let it slip.”

Christopher stared at him, still trying to process what he was hearing. “What do you mean by humans? Aren’t you human?”

Kevin’s expression turned serious. “Not really. I’m the child of a fallen angel and a demon. And you... well, you’re something like me. Maybe even more.”

Christopher’s mind reeled. “That’s none of my business. Just tell me—you’re the one killing them, right? You monster!”

“Wait, hear me out. There are beings out there far more dangerous than you can imagine. This latest murder—it could be one of four things.

• A fallen angel seeking attention,
• A weak devil here for fun,
• A demon with no presence,
• A powerful devil hiding his presence.”

“Why would someone strong hide their presence?” Christopher asked, doubt lacing his voice.

“There are curses, reasons beyond our understanding,” Kevin replied. “It’s complicated.”

Christopher narrowed his eyes. “What do you know about the Hell’s Hounds case?”

Kevin’s face darkened. “It’s not just Hell’s Hounds anymore. It’s evolved into Hell’s Disaster. Things are getting worse.”

Before Christopher could respond, Kevin vanished, leaving him alone in the night. Frustrated, Christopher searched the area but found no trace of him. Sighing, he decided to head back.

As he drove, his mind whirled with thoughts of Kevin’s revelations. Suddenly, it hit him. The murders—they happened every nine days. The pattern was clear. The last offical murder was 15 days and the girl murder was 7 days before, don't say that murder is also hell's hounds!! Panic surged through him, causing him to lose control of the wheel. The car skidded off the road and crashed into a tree.

“Fuck!” he shouted, slamming his fist against the dashboard. The car was wrecked, but miraculously, he was unharmed.

Stumbling out of the car, Christopher muttered to himself, “This is really happening. The disaster is here. The gates of hell are opening. The murders will become more brutal. No one is safe now.”

He knew he had to act quickly. The real threat had emerged, and it was far worse than anything he had imagined.

Here the chapter ends well even in chapter there are questions but like the last one I won't be addressing them.
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