The night is still and calm and as black as darkness, just like my heart. The American city, busy as always and full of cruel, unwanted and mean people. I've never liked any of them, not even a single human or inhumane.
My big paws crash into the ground, making cars screech and crash at my feet, creating chaos in my wake. I just keep on walking down the busy streets, not noticing people screaming, yelling and running under me while I created chaos as the demon I am.
By the time I made it to the intersection, policemen have surrounded my huge demon wolf form. I howled into the night while breathing flames out of my muzzle and crushed every police cars that was in my way and still made chaos everywhere in my wake.
America was not the same as people would remember.
But that was years ago...
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Devil With An Angel Heart
SachbücherThis is about a character named Phantom and his living style. It might have slight violence but it's all good. (From what I could tell) He'll have the same colours in human form from his devil wolf form.
