Demon Hunterz: Annihilation (Book 3)

Chapter 33: The Strong and The Evil

I snap back to reality. Still swaying in a dance I couldn't control. No telling how long I stood beside Mitch and Frankie. But the wooden barrier Mitch put up still held up. The demons within were still howling. Crying for there release. As the magical circle surrounding it pulses readily in blue light.

In an upward swing of my arms, pillars of flames shoot up from the circle. Twisting and swirling together. Forming into a tornado of raging flames that rise and scraped the very tip of the sky above our heads. Giving off a violent hiss as loud as thunder. For a split second or two, the shadow of a towering woman catches my eye deep within the flames. But quickly gets swallowed up by waves of fire.

Mitch and Frankie stare on. Big-eyed as their faces were lit in an orange glow by the flames.

"I knew you were strong, Freddie." Frankie blinks, awestruck. "But this is a whole nother level."

"What the hell kind of training Garadex been giving you?" Mitch says, glancing over at me. His expression spoke of amazement...but also fear of what I was capable of.

Seeing a friend look at me with fear in his eyes...it stung a little. Yet made me aware of just how strong I had become. Garadex even warned me about this. That people either envy, admire, or fear the truly strong. I see now he was right.

The circle under me fades. I let out a weary exhale and start to fall backwards. But the two grab a hold of me by the arms. Which are now scarred and down there black in color. With strips of my pink flesh visible.

The last thing I saw was the world around me going dim. I see Mitch and Frankie. Their faces etched with concern. Lips moving but no words could reach me. Their form twisting into shadows.

My vision swims and blackens until it was the only thing I could see....

(Samantha)

Half-submerged in a pool of blood and floating skulls. Both human and demon. Past victims and yet, trophies of my might. An example of what happen to fools who dare go against me. The blood of hundreds of nameless still warm.

Sometimes...in the edge of my dreams. Those nameless faces still haunt me. Glued to the back of my mind like portraits of the dead. Ghosts who can only stare back at me. Their faces decomposed, skin as gray as the skies of winter, and they forever gnaw at me. Trying to reach me from beyond the grave.

I rest cozily with my exposed back pressed against the marble edge. Hair trailing on top of the water and about a feet or two outwards in sleek trails of black. My pastel body was glistening from soaking in the nutrients of the dead.

I was at peace. Living a life only suitable for a demon princess. And that was how I viewed things between me and my master. A relationship connected by morbid desires. Death, carnage, and power are what drives us. And the further down the rabbit hole we go, the closer we become.

But...

I lift my arm out the water. Past the many rivers of flowing red on my arm, the very tips of my fingers were a sickly gray. Even my nails were as pitch black as his.

No matter how much blood I use, it seems I can't undo the shifting entirely. At best, I have a month before I become all-demon.

I don't wanna become a full-blooded monster like him. I hardly want to be a damn Shifter! But my fate from being fully human is long gone. I have to accept this new, darker me. Even if it scares me how I can easily crush human skulls without a second look. How their destroyed bodies or final screams no longer make me flinch. I can hover above broken cities and piles of the dead with no expression. Some days, I can hardly feel any warmth in me at all. I've gone cold and as dead as a corpse inside.