"Die!"
Leon dodged an attack once again while attempting to run away, but failing to do so. He unloaded the entire cylinder on the werewolf, or atleast his remaining 4 bullets, but only one managed to graze it's shoulder.
Leon tripped on himself and fell to the ground, bleeding and coughing up blood. He frantically looked around for something, someone.
Even though the werewolf was actively bleeding he wanted to finish off Leon before escaping.
A figure flashed before the werewolves eyes, quickly appearing and dissapearing. Black Flames burst forth from the bullet holes covering his entire body in an inferno.
The werewolf howled and screamed, it seemed to lose all rationality while making the surrounding darkness grow heavier and colder. Leon felt like he was frozen, his fear was amplified by the heavy darkness of the alleyway.
Bang!
A bullet drenched in blood hit the werewolf once more from behind, but it's bulging muscles almost stopped it, the bullet came from a red revolver that was held by a woman.
Charlotte?
The werewolf moved at extreme speeds, so fast that it formed after images. Charlotte was overwhelmed but quickly pulled out what looked to be a card covered in flesh, clearly some sort of charm.
The werewolf appeared just infront of Charlotte ready to hit her but she made a quick, clean cut across it's stomach using the card.
"Hear..."
"I'm here..."
"Wait..."
The werewolf covered his ears once he began hearing the voices whispering to him, begging for his attention. Being in a berserk state only made it worse for the werewolf.
Charlotte suddenly dissapeared into thin air, the werewolf looked around trying to find her. When he couldn't do so he turned to Leon and charged once more, assuming the woman left.
"Please..."
"Come to me..."
The werewolfs arm froze completely when he tried moving it, an layer of ice was forming around it at a rapid pace.
Leon was still on the ground watching the fight with blurry eyes, his hearing was getting worse and so was his eyesight.
Not again...
Leon mumbled in his mind as he slowly fell unconscious.
Using the unwinged revolver made Charlotte experience depraved and horrible thoughts. Each bullet fired only made her thoughts turn darker.
"I'm done with this, he will be dead anyway."
Now that his mind was more stable, the werewolf reached into his pocket and took out a small silver ring, the ring glew a bright yellow when the werewolf ran towards and a wall and phased right through it. Charlotte didn't give chase, instead he focused on Leon.
...
"That demoness bitch got me good..."
The werewolf who had now transformed back to human was sitting inside a rented hotel room scratching his bald head. Because of the physical enhancements he could endure the gun wounds, though they weren't the real problem. The real problem were the voices in his head.
The depraved things he was thinking about, the people who spoke to him, he could see hallucinations of people standing in the corners, their limbs extended to unnatural lengths. They stared back at him, begging for his attention.
The door suddenly creaked open, revealing a blue gloved hand.
"You are here, i was looking for you."
The man who was a werewolf began trembling when the other man entered.
"Sir- I had to deal with something! Walter replied to the message! He will be arriving in backlund by September!"
Mark, the man in blue chuckled and entered the room, his face was covered in wriggling maggots that slowly took shape and changed his face. He had a thin face with droopy eyes, his hair being a tangled mess.
"I see, tell him I will be waiting. Oh and don't forget to tell him, I'm being hunted by a saint from the Aurora Order."
Mark was casual about it all, his voice sounded relaxed like he didn't care about the fact he was being chased by a saint of the Aurora Order. No, he wanted to be chased.
"Tyler, don't get too distracted from our main goal. Otherwise we will have to leave you behind."
Tyler was only a subordinate, he didn't dare to speak up to his boss.
"I understand, I won't get into trouble again."
Mark stared back at Tyler as though he was studying him. Then a golden halo appeared on Mark's head, purifying the voices but also hurting Tyler at the same time.
"Ugh- stop!"
Mark stopped only after he was sure that Tyler was purified of the voices in his head before leaving the hotel room without closing the door behind him.
...
Oravi Island in the Sonia Sea.
Walter Hughes entered the bar with a drenched coat, taking a seat on a table at the corner.
"Dogsh*t! No way he did that!"
A blondie by a nearby table shouted towards a girl, she seemed to be annoyed by him so she raised her hand and slapped him across the face.
"Never step foot in this bar again!"
Walter sat there grooming his white beard. Walter's entire face was covered in wrinkles, to most he looked like your average old man, but he was far from it.
"Don't tell me you are still planning to go to the island Walter, it will undoubtedly be covered with members of the Rose School of Thought. Me, you and Mark aren't friends with them."
Walter's eyes wandered to the shadow behind him that spoke, Walter sighed and looked at his hands.
"I'm not going to interact with them, I have another goal. You see, that island has more than a beyonder Characteristic. The Numinous Episcopate is interested in the city underneath."
The shadow flickered staying silent.
"I see... well, I'm quiet a fan of history. So don't be surpised if i end up following you."
...
On a island south of East Balam.
Morris had been surviving on moldy bread and whatever else was left under the Church, his shotgun only had two more bullets left.
He was tightly holding onto the lantern and raised it up when he saw a strange looking doorway. He approached it with curiosity. His spirit vision was activated just in case.
Many skulls lined up the walls on both sides, skulls that were more than a thousand years old, older than the village above.
Morris looked back a few times in fear of the tall monstrous women who were chasing him in the catacombs. He looked back so many times he didn't realize he went past the doorway and almost slipped off the edge of a cliff.
Infront of Morris, two kilometres away was a giant upside down tower with a ancient city surrounding it. On the top was a ritualistic circle with totems that depicted death.
Beneath the tower and city was a giant deep ravine filled with undulating and moving flesh. Eyes began coming out of it as though they sensed someone looking at them and tried to look back.