Demons and Hellhounds (art book)

The Wicked Truth

"Bye-Bye Babydoll!" The blades ripped through the girls skin like tissue paper, a spray of blood freshly coating the dying grass around her body. Her screams were like music to his ears, the sheer terror in those glassy blue eyes a drug for him to steal. Flicking the blood off the blades dotting the edges of his Chinese fan, the skeletal criminal grinned and stared hungrily down at the body before him, all those pointed teeth of his on display, coated in another layer of thick blood. The rush of adrenaline he got from tearing through the muscle was dominating to all his other senses. Turning away from the gruesome scene he slipped back into the forest and chuckled at the disturbed faces of a few late night walkers. Perhaps he'd circle and do one more kill before settling in for more nightmares. Nodding to himself, the killer bolted off to seek his next victim, finding them rather shortly given the size of the city.
"And what's your plan his time, Blue-Boy?" He spared no glance to the demon standing beside him, instead rolling up his sleeves and flipping up his patch. The sharp tip of his claw felt oddly satisfying grating itself over the chipped bones.
"Play blind and helpless, then strike them." The creature nodded, giving the other a rough shove before dissipating to watch the show. Rubbing his bones, the skeleton quickly adjusted and stumbled out of the bush, readjusting his patch and blindly stumbling around. The officer perked up, head tilting towards the shuffling his feet made before they shimmied over to inspect the problem.
"Sir, are you alright? Are you lost?" A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, how naïve this cop was. Biting his lip, he knocked the cop over, only to spin around and spitter out an apology. He hoped he'd left a bruise. He heard shuffling while the man attempted to get up, but what he didn't hear was the cock of a gun. The bullet zoomed straight through his skull, but not fazing him in the slightest. Clamping his mouth shut, the criminal whirled around and threw his fan into the bush, grinning at the scream he got. Hooking his leg around the other officers leg, he forced him to the ground and snapped the bone before slamming his foot down on his jaw and crushing it. A smiler stretched across his face, patch being carefully lifted up to view the scene. One of the mans eyes had popped out, so he took it and gave it a harsh tug, to which it ripped and plopped into his other hand. It seemed the pain overwhelmed the poor whelp, his eye rolling into his head while his body shut down.
"Now, that wasn't very smart of you hon." He chided, grinding he crushed jawbone into dust after extracting it from within the skin and muscle.
"Zenzy," the growl came from his left, where a very angered fish lady stood, an army of officers and scientists behind her.
"Undyne," he muttered, giving said fish a curt nod.
And so it went on from there.

Dozens of bodies lay strewn about the ground, meanwhile the killer was cuffed and held captive. Or so they thought.
Zenzy hissed and bit down on Undyne's hand once she came close, injecting a fiery poison into her bloodstream. He grinned triumphantly, glaring down at her with a burning hate.
"You can't tame me love," he hissed, lashing his tail and snapping the chain linking the two cuffs.
"I was born wild."