The sky hung heavy above the city, painted in hues of bruised violet and iron grey. The clouds churned like restless spirits, smothering the moonlight beneath their weight. David’s car tore through the silence of the sleeping streets, its engine roaring with fury.
His hands were clamped tightly on the steering wheel, jaw clenched as the events of the last hour played on a loop in his mind. Anika’s voice still echoed in his ears—confused, frightened, and certain of one thing: Lopez had not been herself lately.
His phone vibrated on the centre console tray, the screen lighting up with a name that made his heart stutter.
Lopez.
He snatched the phone, tapped it onto speaker mode, and raised his voice.
Her voice exploded through the speaker in gasps—breathless, desperate, coated in terror.
Her words tripped over each other in panic. The sound of CRUNCHING LEAVESshe was running. Fleeing for her life.
The line crackled again. Her voice wavered like she was on the verge of collapsing. David felt his stomach drop as if gravity had turned cruel.
He slammed the gearstick into place and floored the accelerator.
The car growled, surging forward with the SCREECH OF TIRESLopez.
His fingers tightened on the wheel.
Minutes passed like seconds, and soon, through the haze of shadows and fog, David saw a parked car half on the shoulder of the road.
Lopez’s car.
He hit the brakes.
SCREEEECH! THUMP!
His car jolted violently to a stop, tires skidding against gravel and wet leaves. He burst out of the vehicle, heart hammering, and ran straight to her car. The driver’s side door was wide open. The engine was off. The cabin light flickered dimly, revealing an untouched purse and a pair of sunglasses tossed on the passenger seat.
As if responding to his awareness, something in him changed.
His irises darkened to gold, glowing subtly beneath the gloom. His pupils contracted into sharp, slitted ovals. He inhaled through his nose, long and deliberate.
There it was.
The scent of sulphur and ash. The unmistakable rot of demon presence.
He took off into the forest without hesitation.
Branches clawed at his clothes as he sprinted through the underbrush. Every leaf CRACKLEDHISSED
The scent grew stronger.
Then, in a small clearing beneath a canopy of dying oaks, he saw her.
Lopez.
She lay sprawled on the cold earth, barely conscious. Blood soaked through her shirt. Her arm had been torn open, the skin shredded in wide, jagged claw marks. But it was her stomach that truly turned his veins to ice—a deep, gaping wound had been punched through her abdomen, like something massive and merciless had rammed straight through her.
Her eyes fluttered open for a second. She tried to smile but only blood bubbled on her lips. Her skin was ghostly pale, soaked with rain and blood, trembling from shock.
David ripped off his jacket and pressed it hard against her wound, trying to stifle the bleeding. His hands were soon slick with her blood, the smell of iron thick and nauseating. His breath came in ragged bursts. The weight of helplessness was crushing.
Then—it happened again.
The shift.
His hands, soaked in her blood, began to twist. Bones realigned. Flesh warped. Thick, curved claws pushed through his fingertips like black daggers.
He crouched low beside her, one hand still on her wound, the other curled into a claw, ready to strike at the first sign of movement.
Then a voice broke the silence.
It wasn’t human.
It came from everywhere and nowhere at once—low, reverberating, smug.
David stiffened. His head jerked up. His glowing eyes scanned the woods.
Nothing.
He stood slowly, every muscle in his body on edge. Claws extended. Eyes burning. He spoke, voice sharp as glass.
The voice chuckled, deep and unhinged. It sounded like madness wearing a man’s skin.
Then—
CRAAA-KOOOM!
A jagged bolt of lightning split the sky, illuminating the entire forest in stark white light. For one terrifying moment, the world held its breath.
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Rain exploded downward like sheets of glass, slamming into leaves and earth.
The demon voice spoke again, soaked in disdain.
David snarled; teeth bared.
More laughter.
Then stillness.
Then words that froze his blood.
The scent vanished.
No footsteps. No movement. Just cold air. Rain.
David’s jaw tightened. He exhaled slowly, rage simmering just beneath the surface.
FOOTSTEPS.
David’s head snapped up. His eyes darted toward the source.
A figure stepped out of the mist and shadow, slow and deliberate.
Raindrops dripped from his hair. His face was calm, untouched by fear or exhaustion.
JOSEPH.
David’s breath hitched. For a second, the world stood still.
Joseph said nothing.
The trees groaned in anguish as rain poured harderheartbeat
His breaths came short and sharp
His gaze was locked on the figure before him—Lopez’s lifeless David’s arms
Everything else disappeared.
He didn’t even seem to register David’s voice, didn’t feel the rain soaking through his clothes, didn’t notice how the mud sloshed beneath his shoes. His mind was an ocean crashing in on itself, bombarded by a thousand thoughts—images he had buried deep inside for so long now roared back with a vengeance.
Joseph staggered back a stephead with both hands
His knees buckled, crashing into the sodden ground
A strangled groan
Suddenly—visions erupted
A cave. Torches flickering. Shadows stretching.
The mob’s voice echoed phantom chorus
Lady Aria, terrifiedbarefoot stone corridors, blood trailing behind her
His father’s roar—Lord Vampire William IIdoor slammed shut
Another memory. A quieter one.
Aria, lying weakly face pale, lips bloodless
Joseph clenched his jaw, tears burning hot as they mixed with rain.
“NOOOO—!!”
His back arched. His body spasmed violently.
Something ancient awakened.
His fingernails stretched into claws, curving like obsidian blades.White, ethereal wings burst from his back, tearing through his shirt in sprays of blood and shadow.
His scream split the storm.
“AAAAAAACCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
He flung his arms apart. His wings spread wide—majestic, terrifying—and from his glowing crimson eyes, tears mixed with blood spilled freely.
The storm above roared in sympathy, thunder rolling through the earth as lightning carved a white scar across the dark night sky—heaven itself seeming to acknowledge his wrath.
David stared, wide-eyed, frozen mid-motion with Lopez still limp in his grasp.
He didn’t know what horrified him more—the transformation, or the sheer, unbearable pain twisting through Joseph’s face.
David swallowed hard. He could almost see the pieces falling into place in Joseph’s unstable mind. The scene. The blood. The betrayal buried deep.
Joseph’s bloodshot eyes
For a moment, time froze
And then he spoke.
His voice was hollow. Empty
A single tear slipped down his cheek, glowing crimson in the darkness
David’s breath hitched.
The words were a dagger. David looked down, shame flickering across his face.
WHOOSH!
David barely ducked in time.
Joseph vanished and reappeared in a blink, clawsslicing stinging cut on his cheek
David leapt back, eyes flaring gold. His own transformation began
He stood, towering, his golden eyes blazing through the rain. One look at Joseph told him the truth—he wasn’t in his right mind anymore.shattered his reason knock him out.
Joseph snarled.
They launched at each other like twin bolts of lightning.
CRACK!
David swung a massive right hook, aiming to drop Joseph in a single blow. But Joseph caught the punch—with both hands.spraying mud outward in an explosive ring.
Joseph pivoted his body and twisted David’s arm behind him, dragging the werewolf closer. His fist blurred through the air—a brutal uppercut that crashed against David’s chin
But David wasn’t down.
Twisting midair, he clasped his fists together and came crashing down like a meteor— he slammed down with both fists clasped together like a hammer
The hit struck—BOOM!
The blow crashed into Joseph’s shoulder, driving him into the dirt
A crater burst into existence, dirt flying, but Joseph was gone
David turned in the chaos of dust—then saw the glow.
A red flash.
Joseph burst through the haze like a missile; his arm extended in a spear-hand thrust
David sidestepped, spun, and caught his wrist. Using Joseph’s momentum, he hurled him up and slammed him into the ground like a battering ram.
THOOM!
Joseph’s body slammed into the earth, leaving a smoking crater.
David didn’t stop. He grabbed Joseph’s leg and swung him like a ragdoll.
THOOM!THOOM!THOOM!Again, and again.
Each impact shook the ground, splinters of wood and dirt flying with every slam
Finally, Joseph went limp, his body leaving a crater where David dropped him.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The forest trembled.
Finally, Joseph went still, unconscious or close to it.
David staggered, chest heaving, dripping blood and rain.
David, panting, dripping blood and rain
But then—
A flicker of red shine from back took his attention.
Joseph rose. Slowly. Terrifyingly. His face was bloodiedunyieldingmolten coals.
David sighed, exhausted.
Joseph roared, wings unfurling again.
They both charged once more.
CLASH!
They locked arms, claw against claw, snarling and shoving. David leaned close, growling through gritted teeth.
Joseph spat blood, eyes wild with rage.
But then—
CRACK.
A sharp noise cut through the chaos.
Both froze.
Their eyes snapped toward the sound—left, along the muddy trail that led through the underbrush.
A figure stood there, drenched in rain, pale and stunned. His mouth slightly open. His eyes wide with disbelief.
THOMAS.
He stood like a statue, one arm still outstretched where he had pushed aside a branch. His mind clearly trying to comprehend the impossible scene before him
Two monsters. One forest. A blood-soaked battlefield.
His employee—unrecognizable
Like the misunderstanding was not enough… now Thomas had also seen them like this.
MESSIER!
The web of betrayal, blood, and shadows is only tightening…
and Thomas stepping in may changes EVERYTHING.
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