Capítulo 1: Distant fighting
It's been a whole week since that "god" sent me here. I was so excited at first, a second chance at life as the powerful beast Warwick, his memories and
the limited ability to take a human form. sounds like fun, yea? what it didn't tell me was that I would start out homeless with little to no actual skill in shape-shifting, leaving me with no way to actually aquire food or shelter in whatever cruel human filled world I was currently in.
The hunger slowly gnawed at me, making me irritable and drawn to the mass of scents that culminated from the small city I found myself uphill from, hidden in an old rundown church. The smell of hundreds of homes cooking breakfast was mouth watering and agonizing to my now super powered nose.
"This is ridiculous. Damn god must be punishing me for something" I growled out to myself
I pushed myself up off the floor I laid on, my odd bipedal form reaching to the height of 8 feet even with the slight hunch my form carries. My feet... or should I say paws, held massive claws the size of adult human fingers the bottoms squishy paw pads making walking on any surface comfortable. My hands were thankfully more human like, with apposable thumbs and retractable claws. Thick black fur covered my whole body, massive teeth within my mouth. I was a horror story.
Making my way out of the old building I prepared myself for another hunt, searching for food in any non intelligent form avaliable. scouring the woods I managed to collect a squirrel and a rabbit. Not much for something my size but a life saver when you are close to eating your own hands. Starting a fire with supplies left behind in the church I cooked my harvest, drool spilling from my jaws and excitement filled my glowing red eyes.
'This is gonna taste so damn good' I couldn't help but think as I stared at my now cooked food. I sniffed the air, taking in the aroma as I went in for a bite when a scent that triggered one of the original Warwicks memories, hit me. Three smells to be exact, iron, fear, and hatred. With a longing look at my cooked food I charged out of the door to the smell. Powerful wolf like legs carried me at speeds no normal being could go, trees swept past me in a blur of green and brown and despite the situation I couldn't help smile. I was on a hunt, a real hunt.
As I closed in on a clearing the sounds of battle filled the air, and the smell of blood attempted to overpower my mind. The sight that welcomed me from my unseen advantage point was that of a young petite girl, no older then 16, her hair white as snow with some sort of stylized clip in it. Her typically pale white skin was covered in dirt and blood both likely her own and from the two enemies she faced. A male and female black winged humanoid struck at her with spears of glowing gold, barely giving her any chance to retaliate as they barraged her forcing her to dodge. A one-sided beat down. Memories of Warwick before his transformation in zaun, both of himself getting beat or seeing others in alleys getting beat, by thugs and the very corrupt police force who were supposed to protect civilians. Anger filled me with those memories, overpowering the hunger pains and the scent of blood. No way am allowing this to continue.
The white hair girl dropped to one knee panting after dodging another spear.
"Just give up, devil, no one is around for miles and all your petty excuses for 'magic' to call for help have been blocked" the male winged being sneered, manic and cruel grin on his face
'he's enjoying this'. I prepared myself, getting on all fours in a start position.
The white hair girl grimaced as she took the momentary lapse in battle to check her surroundings. likely looking for an escape.
POV Koneko 'Shirone' Toujou
"Just give up, devil, no one is around for miles and all your petty excuses for 'magic' to call for help have been blocked" The fallen angel, Nathaniel, sneered
This was not how this was supposed to go, a simple order from Rias, follow and observe but don't engage. A simple thing to do, for me, one of the few things my cursed heritage can do without losing our minds like... her. There was only supposed to be on fallen though, and it led her right into a trap after his friend likely gave a signal.
'I need an escape, I need to get out of this magic zone and get a message out for help' my eyes scoured the treeline around me for any avenue of escape. As I searched I saw it, bestial red glowing eyes hidden within the brush, my panic and fear grew seeing them. A instinctual need to run, to flee filled me as my legs started to quiver.
"I'm going to die, aren't I" I whispered, my word inaudible and with no intended recipient
"aww, the little devil is scared, isn't that just precious? Can't we keep her Nathan, I could have so much fun with her" the sickly sweet voice of the unamed female fallen said, a cruel smile on her face. If I had looked it might have reminded me of another, half fallen, I know but I couldn't take my eyes off the predator in the woods. I knew that If I did it would be the last mistake I made, I just knew it.
" don't be idiotic, we have orders and have no time to fuel your stupid fetish. Come now, let's finish this" Nathaniels hand filled with a golden spear and took aim
'I'm sorry Rias, I don't think im making it back for contracts tonight' a single tear spilled from my eyes, this was it.
Warwick Pov
As the tear left the girls eyes I started my sprint, no way am I allowing this poor girl die here today. launching myself out of the tree line at breakneck speeds I collided with the male. my claws tore into his wings, shredding them much like a cat shreds curtains, my jaws clamped on his neck as he began to scream
"aghhh what the hell is this fucking monster, get it the hell off of ..." with a pull of my jaws I stopped his plea, a gurgle leaving his now ruined throat.
"all the blood you've spilled called me here" I growled out as I looked at the female, this seemed to break her out of her shock as she readied her spear. it was already too late, I was on her with a crunch of my jaws against bone, almost severing her arm completely at the shoulder.
"plea..please.. no.. I.. I don't wanna die, please." she cried out, pain lacing every part of her sentence. delicious.
she cowered on the ground, bleeding profusely on the grass beneath her. I turned to look at the white haired girl that sparked my hunt. she laid on the ground, breathing heavily and bleeding. If I wanted to save her, I needed to hurry. 'let's end this'.
"death come for all, but I thank you for this hunt" with a quick swipe of my claws I ended the pleading woman's suffering.
"now, to make sure you live through the day" I picked the white haired girl up and carried her back to the church. 'here's to hoping you won't combust there for being a "devil" ' I thought with wry grin. What a dumb reason to attempt to kill someone, believing they are a devil.
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