5 The Coward

As the puddle of blood stained the grass, a stray beam of light casted an eerie glow on the two dead carcasses. The fury of betrayal and acceptance was frozen on their dead-cold bodies. But the Demon Hunter didn't even awknowledge them, as he whipped off their blood off his sword. Blankly staring into the direction he was led to.

"He got to close with his acquintance." Alucard stresses the last word as he looked at the duo. "Friendship can be used against you." But despite his harsh words, he felt something. An emotion he knew he discarded as he was trained to be the best assassin of the Temple of Light.

Alucard shook his head, brushing off the jealousy he felt. "I can't be feeling this. The mission doesn't require any emotions, it must be completed efficiently. Contempleting about these emotions will only consume precious time."

Before he disappread into the shadows of the forest, he looked at the duo one last time. He had mixed emotions bit he still chose to believe that they were fools to have such a close tie with each other.

He was like a powerful gale, as the leave rustled loudly at his wake. Anything that delayed him for even a single second was cleanly sliced into two pieces. Being one of the giants of the Empire, Alucard was frequently sent into missions urgent missions. Being late for even a single second can mean the failure of his missions. The precious time he spent thinking about these two wolves caused him to increase is pace.

As he got nearer to the wolf den, more and more skeletons rested messily at the ground. Traces of the wolves' fangs lay embeded at the bones, they probably gnawed every piece of flesh of their prey. Instead of bringing their food back to the den, these wolves greedily hunt for themselves. Lacking the disciple to help their pack.

"Humphh." If his judgement was correct, these wolves probably lacked the proper leadership from their alpha. Rembering the complaints of those two wolves about their leader, he knew he was bound to be right.

Despite knowing this would be an easy task, the unknown dangers still lurked. Being overconfident can lead to the failure of a mission. That was a lesson he knew to well.

The trees became increasingly sparse until only a seemingly peaceful stretched far and wide. The thousands of grasses danced with the cool breeze, and the melody of the rustling was like a lullaby that even made the sky drowsy as the sunset nears. But hidden under the cloak of serenity, hid more skeletons. This time they were human remains

Unlike those he previously seen, mosses stared growing at the skeletons. Instead of being eaten, their were swiftly dealt with. As only claw marks streaked across the clothes they wore. Light bounced off the weapons near them. As Alucard examined them, they were already rusted with the passage of the seasons.

A battle! These deaths wasn't caused by a predator hunting it's prey, but a clash for dominace between two races. Not only human corpses, but dead wolves rested at the area. Forever slumbering under the melodious rustles.

Mourning for the dead is isn't gonna do anything. He thought. At that moment the sun had fallen from it's grace, and the shadows blaketed the sky. In the darkness, the Empire's best assassin reigned undefeated.

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The light from the celestial stars above seeped through a recently made hole at the ceiling. A Werewolf bowed, he could only endure the splitters the old, wooden flooring gave him. He gave his most convincing prays as he knew the slightest hatred wil be sensed by the telepathic powers this creature has.

Living in a secluded area in the Dark Forest. He thought he was the most powerful beast that had ever lived. Strength was everything for a wolf pack, and being born an alpha among his pack, he reigned uncontested in terms of strength. Only those intelligent wolves posed a threat, but he already made sure they were disposed off.

That was all until that purple light illuminated the dark night, and a mysterious power swirled around their den. He tried resisting it, but the foreign sorcery it brought was well beyond his dim-witted mind.

It was then that he remembered the outiside world, where countless beings with unfathomable powers reigned. Now he was reduced into a servant, forced to listen to the whispers of some powerful creature.

"It whispers, the Demon is coming." He whimpered, his instincts and fear overcame him. His fur that once stood proudly shrank, wanting to retreat from its soon to be dead body. But the voice threatened that him failing to kill the Demon will result in a more terrifying death.

The despair of his fate sank deep into his heart, he knew this will be his final moments. Think. Think! He ravaged through his memories, trying to remember anything that can help him escape his fate.

"Dammnnnn!" His fist crashed through the flooring. His thrashing rewarded him with a bleeding wound. The blood on his claw glistened at him. Remembering the reason why his father led their pack to this abandoned village.

"Ha. Hahaha, let the demon come."