Chapter 3- Demon Baron

His eyes were a striking shade of crimson red, with eerie pitch black sclera. Protruding from his upper jaw were two sharp canine teeth, adding to the enigmatic appearance of the figure in the reflection.

The body he saw in the reflection was fairly tall, lean, and compact, adorned with well-defined muscles.

On both sides of his chest, intricate black tribal tattoos resembling a complex set of runes extended down to his hands. A pitch-black orb emerged from the center of his chest, giving him an otherworldly aura.

His upper half was bare, with only a simple pant covering his lower body, providing a semblance of modesty.

"What is with this body? Isn't it totally the body of a demon? This dream feels oddly realistic with this much of a detail."

GROWL….Howl…Grrrrr

"Huh? What was that sound"

Before Simon could ponder any further about his odd dream, he was jolted awake by the sudden sound that seemed to be drawing near.

He slowly turned his body around only to come face to face with a creature that had approached remarkably close to him without him even noticing.

The creature was coal-black in color, it had a bloodthirsty look with drool continuously dropping from its wide-open mouth. Sharp pointed teeth decked its wide-open jaws giving off a cold glint.

The creature had the same shape as that of a wolf, but Simon was more than aware that it was no mere wolf.

It possessed two tails instead of one, and its size was more than twice that of a normal wolf.

As he stared blankly at the creature, which could be referred to as a Direwolf, Simon yearned to know more about the encounter in his dream. However, the Direwolf had other plans i mind.

Giving a low grunt, the Direwolf lunged at him.

Reacting instinctively, Simon positioned his hands as a shield in front of him and a pain like never before assaulted his senses.

"AHHHHHHH…..aaaaaaaaahhhh..it hurts..it hurts dammit. This should be a dream..ahhh..so why is it hurting so much!!??"

Unable to support the weight of the Direwolf, Simon fell on his back.

The wolf on top of him gnawing and snarling on his arm. He felt fear and terror, his eyes accidentally met with the eyes of the Direwolf. Eyes charcoal black and its pupil enlarged to the point where it was masked with insanity, and a naked thirst for blood.

At this point, he felt like prey in front of the predator.

Tears started welling up at the corner of his eyes from the unimaginable pain. Right now he wanted nothing more than to run away from this herald of death.

He started struggling with all his might trying to throw the wolf off of him, but to no avail. Its jaws and claws were firmly pinning him down restricting his every movement.

Every passing second felt like the jaws of death was slowly creeping near. Simon was sure that if this goes on for any longer than he would die, the thought that this was a dream was long gone from his mind. He knew he had to do something, but he had no idea what.

Seconds ticked away and the pain worsened.

"My mind is growing hazy I have to do something, anything..there must be something I could do..aaaaaaaaaaaah STOP CHEWING AT MY ARM YOU GODDAMN DOG!!"

Due to the intense pain and the quickly growing insanity within Simon, he started cussing at the wolf.

His eyelids growing heavier by the second due to blood loss, at this moment something within him was telling him to make the wolf disappear and so he roared.

Closing his eyes which had lost all their luster and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"DISAAAAAAPPPEEEAAAARRR"

At that moment there was an intense flash of heat along with a rumbling sound that assaulted his ears.

BOOOOOM… the shockwave pushed his body and he skidded and rolled across the ground.

When he opened his eyes, he saw smoke coming out of the hand which was being gnawed by the wolf. Fresh blood continuously dripped down from his arm and the wound looked incredibly hideous.