Demon Hunter

Chapter 11-Sorrow

Right away, the crazy woman was in front of me, invading my personal space.

"Could you move away from me, like 6 feet at least?" I snapped. I'm well aware I'm saying this to a bloodthirsty demonic twit. 

She laughed and then spat blood on the ground. Unholy monster. "You know who you're talking to, you bloody tree climbing, banana eating punk?"

I put my hands on my hips. "Yeah, Dahlia the dumb demonic doofus."

Her red eyes flared in anger as one of her dark snake like Medusa twirls headed for my direction. Luckily, it stopped halfway as the anger in her eyes turned into curiosity. 

"How the hell does a regular, average human know my name?" 

"Regular? Average?! B*tch, I'm mothertrucking gorgeous. And I've heard it a few times. But not many people know it. You don't have a high level of fame."

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes. "Here's what's going to happen, you clown, I'm going to suck your soul, enter this building calmly, suck the souls of the idiotic firefighters if need be, take what I need from here and be on my way. You have no way of stopping me." She looked so smug. Soon her perfect flashing white teeth'll be in shambles when I'm done with her.

"The purple ring? I'll be the one to get it before you." 

She growled. "I'm wasting my time."  She lunged for me as I jumped out of the way. You know, these animals-I mean demons are so freaking hungry for souls that they lunge at you right away, with no other thought on their mind. At least have a strategy up your sleeve. One hundred percent all brawn and no brain. 

Her horns jammed into the side of the building. She pulled them out in frustration, muttering in a strange unintelligible language. As she did, I quickly ran into the building. Thankfully, the rain outside had slowed down rapidly, now only coming in droplets and there wasn't any fire to be spotted within the interior. 

Once inside, I went on a mad search for the ring. I managed to find it near the staircase and grabbed it.

"There you are, Indigo," I said to it, relieved. I can't believe I'm talking to an inanimate object. But then again, I've seen so many crazy things these past couple of days that talking to a ring can pass as completely normal.

"You have something of mine," a bitter voice coming from a sore loser behind me said.

I turned around calmly, unafraid. Great, time to deal with this creepy, freakish insane piece of crap. Ugh.

"It isn't yours. Finders keepers." I fake blew a kiss at her. Her hair as well has her teeth hissed at me in response.

"But of course you could try getting it from me." I mocked, fluttering my eye lashes back and forth rapidly. "You'll most likely just crash into the wall again and lose brain cells. Oops. Silly me! You can't lose what you didn't have."

Pointing her fists at me, she shot out two dark flames.

Thank goodness Gruff had given me some of his power as I shot out smoke, which went around me.

"WHERE ARE YOU?!" Dahlia raged, the smoke temporarily blinding her. I felt like coughing but had to hold it in. Demons have an excellent sense of hearing so she could use that to trace me.

The smoke power was alright. Teleportation would have been cooler but what can I expect from a guy who can't even tie a knot with a rope?

Not much.

Using this diversion, I made my exit, quickly taking off, with one of my hands covering my mouth. Time to get back to Gruff and decide on what to do next. As long as the ring is in my hands, Dahlia can't awake the three ancients. Heck, the ring may even trap her! I hope it does. The maniac almost took my life force and deserves to be trapped. Permanently. Or destroyed. I vote on destroyed. 

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Gruff was sitting calmly on the couch, reading a book as if the world wasn't even in any hint of danger. Looking closely, I could see it was a children's book full of pictures. 

I threw the ring at him. Sadly, at the moment, he yawned and the glowing purple object went straight into his mouth. Damn, no.

I sprinted towards him, shouting, "Spit it out A.S.A.P, you tired 24/7 chimp!" 

He just coughed and then to my horror, he swallowed. Oh gosh.

He looked at me, his pupils dilated. "Was that---was that the ring?"

"Yes," I said, my voice a whisper. "OK, look, don't panic. I'll just put you in a choke hold to get it out. Otherwise, we'll need a doctor. Might even need a surgeon to cut---"

"Stop---" Gruff said. "Just choke me and next time, don't throw things at me. Please."

I nodded as I went to help him. Unfortunately, at that exact moment, the roof started to shake violently. 

"Oh my," I said, worried. "Is all of your powerful magic contained somewhere upstairs and trying to get out?" 

Gruff glared at me. "So you don't think the magic I have right now is pretty powerful?" Even though he said this, half offended and half jokingly, we both knew his magic skills were weak.

"Lame is the right wording for iiiiiiit----"

Within a few seconds, a piece of the ceiling broke and tons of debris fell down. Gruff and I coughed, maintaining our balance and squinting our eyes as dust passed us in rapid blasts. Dahlia stood on top of a pile of the roof that had just fallen, looking victorious and intimidating. 

"It was easy as pie to find you," she said, arrogant and confident. "Taking the ring from you will be like taking candy from an annoying cry baby. Now give it to me."

"Well, now I can't," I shrugged. "It's inside of the dude beside me, so therefore you can't have it. Scram."

Dahlia just laughed as Gruff gulped.

"Guess, I'll just have to tear him limb by limb. You know," she turned to Gruff, looking at him with a dangerous expression as Gruff sank back in fear, "once I shred you, I'll use your leftovers for a new coat I'm working on."

"I really do love fashion, especially the human kind." She added. "Prepare to find yourself in a world of sorrow."

"I don't think so, lady," I wagged a finger at her. "You're going to have to get past me first."

"Gladly," Dahlia said, looking bored and uninterested. 

I immediately took on a fighting stance as Dahlia went towards me. As I was ready to swing my fist at her, she went past me. 

Huh? I turned around and then noticed right away what had just occurred. Gruff ran. And Dahlia went after him. Crap. He just had to run, didn't he? For an old man, he sure ran like an Olympic athlete.

...great, now he's doomed!

I'll go after him but I'm not sure if I'm able to save him. 

I hope I can.