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Something odd happened... something... never before seen.
The fox's vacant stare remained just as blank as before at the demon's words... yet a black stain on its back began to spread up to its shoulders like blood. The black began to bubble like hot tar when suddenly, something began to emerge from it;
The cracked, fanged snout of a skull was the first to emerge from the sticky black stain of the back of the vulpez, followed by foggy white eyes.... then torn ears... then the head and shoulders of a large black Hellhound. The skull-faced hound let out an ear-splitting screech as it clawed its way out of the vulpez's back as if it was coming out from a porthole of sticky mire.
The large, clawed paws of the black, sulfur -furred hound finally hit the ground, searing the grass until it was nothing but a dead black clump. The Hellhound's sides heaved for a few short moments, yet a rattling growl rippled from between bared fangs as it raised its head and aimed those frothing jowls right at Gilbert. A deep, throaty bark burst from the hound, and at that exact moment, more heads began to emerge from the back of the vacant-staring fox.
Jowls snapped, beasts yipped, and the skull-like heads of jackals, hellhounds, and soul-snatching Foxes pushed themselves up from the black… one by one did the scrawny demons stumble to earth and sniff their new surroundings.
Sooner than one could take this in, over a dozen new beasts stalked to the sides of the fox;
Snarling...hacking...barking.... they just stood amongst the Hellfire from the Englishman's spell as if they were standing in paw-deep water. Three of the black hellhounds prowled their way up to Viorica's light shield and began to bark madly at it. Their failed attempts to sink their fangs into that tender Angel flesh aggravated one of them, and without a second thought, the foolish hound sprang at the barrier and collided into it with full force. However, a harsh yelp rang out as the hound vanished into nothing but a cloud of ash upon hitting the Holy barrier. The glowing embers that remained fell harmlessly to the ground
The vulpez's hollow expression was unchanging as the Soul-Snatchers snarled toward the demons…
Do not speak like such, Hellslave, For she did not come by her own will. The rough voice spoke out again. It was clear...
loud even... over the muted hell-flames and the malicious growling that bubbled from the beasts. As the Vulpez spoke, several of the foxes and sulfurous hounds stalked behind and around Gilbert, itching and just thirsting for action, yet daring not to come too close
Five of the soul-snatchers began to close in around Arthur, prowling around him like predators would prey. One of the decaying jackals gave a harsh snarl and took a snap from the English demon’s leg before springing back. Another one closed in and lashed out at the Brit’s hip from another direction. The jackals continued their little tormenting game; one strikes and springs back, while another strikes from a different angle.
As for the Pure Ones, do not waste your strength on them. Those two cannot stand against the darkness alone.The fox’s jowls parted open a bit before snapping shut. A cracking noise shot out from the vulpez’s jaws as his fangs clicked together. At the noise, the Soul-snatchers rose their heads and, without warning, turned and bolted as a pack into the woods; their savage yipping barks echoed grimly throughout the area.
A black mist began to swirl around the fox’s paws and lick upwards along those scrawny black legs. The higher they went, the dimmer the Englishman’s hellfire grew. Once the mist reached the vulpez’s shoulders, his paws had vanished…the rest of his body began to fade into a whispy black smoke that faded in the wind. The fox’s hollow back eyes remained just as blank and empty as before as he just faded into the fog; the flames from hell too faded as the fox did, and the cracks began to mend. The vulpez’s voice spoke out once more like a dark, whispery echo in the night;
Save your strength, for your target draws near.-~*~-
Ayaka… slow down and go with the flow, more… last I checked I was still at the car…you’re confusing the hell outta me xD –is too lazy to do editing so just goes along with things. .__.-
The poor Russian was oblivious to the chaos going on in the woods for tending to the Angel and the females back at the hotel room. He had even failed to notice the blazing hellfire due to the curtains drawn shut.
But now, Russia was currently striding through the woods on the way to the park. Ivan had left his AK-47 at the hotel room with Hungary for protection, and now was armed with only his sturdy water pipe, a handgun, and two combat knives.
A trembling in the ground halted his pace. Were there earthquakes in these parts?
Suddenly, a burst of flame shot out of the cracked ground right in front of Ivan, resulting in him giving a brief yelp and leap back and upwards. In a desperate attempt to keep from falling into the black abyss, Ivan grabbed hold of a branch and swung himself out of reach of the roaring flames.
The heat… it seared his skin under that heavy trench coat.
With gritted teeth, the Russian pulled himself higher into the tree before casting a glance back to the burning ground. He instantly regretted such an action.
Black was all he could see under the torrential hell-fire. He stared in horror as the flames began to lick the bottom part of the tree and slowly began to work their way up.
Ivan did not know how long he was up there; battling the serpent-like tentacles of fire that were scratching at his heels and searing the ends of his scarf. It felt like ages…
However, to his utter amazement and relief, the fire began to die away. Unknowing to him that the Soul-Snatchers were on the loose, he cautiously made his way down the tree; the silence was deafening when;
“Ayaka!” He burst, startled at her sudden appearance. A frown touched his brow as she ordered his to fall back. Heh…. Russia takes orders from no one.
A heavy hand on her shoulder stopped the State from going deeper into the woods, and pulled her back.
“You are not going anywhere.” The Russian smiled pleasantly.
“Go back to de Hotel wit de oders and help protect dem, we are safe dere for now. Francis might be alright, bit ai need to see for myself exactly what we are up against. Don’t argue wit me.” Ivan gave her a gentle shove in the direction of the city, yet the shove was firm enough to push her forward a few steps.
“And tell France dat ai will be having a leetle talk wit him when ai get back…”With that, Ivan gave a cheery chuckle and continued toward the area; little did he now, however, how near he was to the trap….