Snippet #2219003

The great beast lunged, making for the throat of the young woman it had been chasing. It would grab the back of her neck and bring her down before killing her. It would consume the sweet and powerful soul within; the Dog would soon be more than just a dog. Jaws wide as it arced into the air. She was quick but not quick enough. So close, his tongue could have tasted the air from her spent lungs as he flew into the night. Yes, the soul was his, all he had to do was-!

The beast split, crystalized in a straight line down his midsection from his mouth to his rear and turned to dust as the cloud of ash splashed over the girl. Still of the same weight as the dog had been it would no doubt bring her to her knees. She was close to a road; however there was no traffic at this point of the city at this time of night, still a single dark limousine with a large man in a suit and hat stood by waiting on someone as an aide. Standing behind her, still holding up the glimmering broadsword that the demon had rushed through the man in the suit looked at her with a long cold and vicious stare. “Damn… you’re not her are you?” he said quizzically, he was cursing how weak these new Reapers were, he could barely sense their presence and even at this range he couldn’t recognize the aura.. The blade remained in his one armored hand and he seemed rather dark. The feeling he put off like a cold wind that chilled one to the bone. He felt wrong, he was wrong, something about this man, who ever or whatever he was he was wrong at a primal level.