Hell on Earth

Chapter 4

    "My name is... FUCK YOU!" I scream at him. Fuckface sighs, i was hoping that would work, but then again i was expecting it to." He leans forward and places both of his hands on the side of my mothers head, then rips her head off, quick and clean. He walks over to me and sighs, "Your a tough one. Lasted longer than the others but, lets see what more Demon blood does to you." Fuckface injects me with more black liquid, that twists my vision and causes me to black out.

The room was shaking when I woke, still suspended from the ceiling that was nowhere in sight. The room shook again. Sounds of fighting could be heard off in the distance. The clash of steel against steel, the wails of dying and wounded men, the screeching of the the Demons.

'I've finally gone insane, thats got to be it! I've lost my sanity.' The a voice spoke, "My friend, you've not gone insane. What you're hearing is real. There's a battle going on, not to rescue us, thats for damn sure, but I don't know what they're fighting for."

"Wait, who are you? Where are you? What are you?" I asked.

"I am Ambrose... I'm in your head and I am part of you. I am your Wolf."

"How are you talking to me? That's not possible. I'm supposed to feel you, not be able to communicate with you." I spoke with voiced suspicion.

"I understand why you are suspicious. Believe me i know. But if we want to survive this you need to let me have control. I will be able to get us out of here. I can teach you to survive as a human being. We are one and the same when we are shifting. But when you are human, we are separated. And now that you can hear me, I can help you. Now do us both a favor and let me out!" Ambrose spoke.

Deucalion was uncertain. He wasn't sure what to do, but as the building shook he relented. He let Ambrose take over. The began to shift. But instead of the glistening rust colored fur, there in its place, was scales as black as the night sky on a new moon, with rivers of lava running through the gaps. Eyes no longer a beautiful shade of gold, but were now a shade of orange only the fires of Hell could produce. Deucalion was not longer a Werewolf, but now a hound that terrorized the ancients, terrified the hunters of all supernatural beings. A hound that only left death in its wake. Deucalion was a thing thought to only have existed in legend. He was now a Hellhound.

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The wall exploded outward, chunks of the black material trailing fire. The Demons and their combatants who were in the immediate vicinity, were knocked off their feet. Shrapnel from the explosion mortally wounded the attackers and disintegrated the Demons. 'Great, I thought, 'Now i'm the bad guy'

Ambrose spoke, " Buddy we've always been the bad guy. Now that the experiments that those bastards have put us through turned us into the most dangerous and feared creature on the face of the planet, we will always be the enemy."

"Right, so what are we exactly? I mean we're still connected, like before, but I have more control of the abilities of this creature even when I'm human.

"We are a Hellhound. A creature of Death, pain, fire and destruction. Everything shall fear us. I guess we now only have each other." Ambrose said sadly

"We've always had each other, Ambrose. Now once we get out of here, train me. Teach me to use all my senses, teach me to-"

"Deucalion, I'm kinda busy right now so stop talking!" Ambrose barked.

Ambrose lept at the nearest being, claws extended, fangs bared, half shifted and on fire. The claws raked across the Demons chest, trailing fire that spread like a forest fire during drought season in Texas, and stuck to everything it touched.

He ducked a round house kick from one human combatant and punched him into the wall cracking the black material, making it rain dust and debris. A drop kick to a Demon, a throat punch to a human. Hack, slash, spinning roundhouses kick at the way down the corridor.

Ambrose turned to his right and was immediately propelled through the adjacent wall. Ambrose groaned, "Mother fucker, what the fuck just hit me?"

Ambrose looked at the monstrosity standing over him and groaned again.

"Oh, its just you Fuckface."