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It was time for the demon to track down the thief.

The unholy presence haunting the body of the wolf had devoured all that was left within, and so now there were merely a few grains left tumbling down into the hourglass; telling him that this was the end. While the large, hulking form moved with the strength and fluidity owned by the Prince of Hell, the secui’s lifespan could not be extended any further. The blood running through his veins was black; the absence of life within the creature controlling the animal’s core caused the body to forget how to sustain the mortal flesh any longer. King Chance would die so that Haku Soul could live. It had been decided, and now the time to act had come. All that was needed now was the black messor, the weapon that had been taken into custody by Gabriel de le Poer; whose soul he wanted to devour most of all.

Days had been spent fucking up Gabriel’s attempts to live a peaceful life. The rotting bodies of his coyotes had been dug up from their shallow graves only to be ruthlessly scattered about on Inferni soil. Skulls bordering the territory had been crushed and shattered. Fangs had found the flesh of the living members again and again to lure out the Aquila. Tonight, again, a flash of brown and cruel blue swept into the tranquil clan lands. The blackened necklace with the pale sapphire danced about his neck. The world around him whispered faintly, and he could see his shadow-creatures creep in together with the mist; as hungry for blood and death as he was. Nostrils flared as the Aquila’s scent burned, revealing to the beast that the dog was close. The night’s dark veil and the shimmering mist hid him from his view, but ah, Haku Soul knew.

This was the beginning of the end.

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Crouched low, the beast’s hulking body crept through the golden field illuminated by the dancing mist. The world remained still around him. Even in the eye of the glorious storm, death could be found; would be found. Haku Soul did no longer dream, but he knew this scene well. No spoilers had been granted, but he firmly believed in the birth that had been foreseen in a vision smeared with the blood of his unknown daughter. He could not control life as he could control death, but part of this mortal game was the inability to anticipate what lay ahead. It was glorious. A maddened grin cracked his face in half and he wanted to laugh, wanted to wrestle the corrupted sound out into the air to rip the still scene asunder. He had waited a long for this.

He also knew that Gabriel knew. Yet clearly the dog did not know it all. Hungry eyes travelled across the monochrome scene of black and white. An insignificant amount of time passed like this, yet while the world continued around them, the scene—these two did not. A faint breath from far right revealed to the monster his tainted kin, and so his tranquillity shattered. Paws adorned with long, gray claws shifted and flung his hybrid body into motion. Fangs were bared in their insanity; already basking in crimson anticipation.

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Body moved through seas of white and black, and Gabriel’s presence was undeniable by now. The devil had swallowed the wolf long time ago and now even that evil within wished for nothing more than to end this. The de le Poer male should have been the perfect choice. Blood was not a requirement for the manifestation of the taint, but years were spent spreading the infection successfully. The blood of his spawn was already weakened—marinated and ready to be painted black with the fatal illness that had destroyed their father. Haku Soul had not been born to destroy the world. As for the creature within? Well, that was a different story.

The statue of the Optime suddenly stood out in the ghostly field of white, and the secui threw his body sharply to the side—saw the slender weapon in the man’s grasp. Of course, he had not expected the man to arrive unarmed. Sharp blue sacrificed a moment to lay his gaze upon the black weapon attached to the man’s side. Ah, there it was. He would have to be careful with the demon’s bane in the game, but he was well past the point of no return. All bridges were crossed, and now they burned. There would not be any last chances. Teeth flashed and the secui snapped after his nemesis’ form, though all the time weary of the spear’s movement in the hands of the other.

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Many had come after him in their attempts to silence the beast forever. None had succeeded so far. Canines glinted viciously as they dove to get a taste of the Aquila, but they were both in motion now; dancing their way closer to death. Crazed blue did not leave the man’s form as he followed the moving man with ease, yet he continued to fail to tear at that flesh. More than a few seconds had yet to pass though, and the beast was confident in his advances. Self preservation was no longer as prominent as it once had been. A rush of blood to the head and the monster was all that he was said to be. He was arrogant as only a God could hope to be. There was no doubt in the beast’s mind that this would eventually lead up to a beautiful kill. The mortal lives that were to end today were not significant. He was not worried.

Gabriel was dangerous to his continued existence here. It was only insanity keeping care from the beast’s features. While the demon was ancient, it could not extinguish instinct and the madness within its own vessel. The spearhead came down on him then, and the secui threw his hulking body to the side, yet felt the stab connect just above the left shoulder blade. The injury was retrieved in silence, and while red came forth, there was not enough strength behind it to inflict terrible damage. Oh, no. Blood touched the beast’s sensitive nostrils and all he could do was continue to burn the man with his electric blue eyes, hunger soundlessly wailing within the ravaged soul that housed them. Again, he flew at the man, keeping motion swift and aiming for the man’s legs. He wanted the man to fall; to kneel before the demon that had haunted his life for so long.

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The predator sought weakness within the prey. For just a moment Gabriel's balance was crippled, but in that moment Haku's feet shifted and brought the mass of flesh and bones to farther disrupt his balance. While there were many impulse moves that could hurt, the spear's edge had proven to be a force that he would not want to interrupt their little get-together. His own insides burned hollowly, driving him further in the all-consuming desire for the man's flesh and soul. Allowing his hind legs to take most of his remaining secui weight, the Loner's deadly jaws sought the wooden handle before Gabriel could regain his balance and control while claws continued to seek the dog's flesh. He continued to push, seeking to deny Gabriel the opportunity to regain the balance that already was slipping.

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Haku had been born from love and received with joy. He had been born into a pack where most were family through blood. Things had looked so promising back then. Until his mother brought evil to her home and allowed the child to be swallowed by the darkness that eventually had swallowed him Colibri had realized her mistake too late, and too few had realized the advancing evil in disguise before it was too late. There was nothing left of the young boy that once had lived in this body. Flesh could lie no more, but camouflage was no longer needed. He knew this circle well, and he would continue to play with the lives of these mortals until the world was veiled in eternal darkness. The devil had not been there at the beginning, but he knew that he would see the end. He would hear their cries and laugh.

Triumph ran vividly through his distorted features as the Aquila’s failing pushed topple them both over. Gabriel’s back collided against the rocky ground. Haku’s weight came along, crushing the doggish hybrid down into the dirt. Adrenaline raged through exhausted veins, sending a rush of blood to the head. He was overly confident, positive that this nemesis of his would never again get up. Wood cracked miserably as the secure jaws continued to tear away on the one obstacle currently keeping him from tearing up his opponent’s face. Throat rumbled victoriously as the wooden spear split in half. Blood flooded his mouth along as a fragment of a tooth, but Haku’s senses were already flooded. He only knew of his body’s craving and acted; crimson painted teeth aiming for the Aqulia’s face.

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Blood splattered against his face and Gabriel was proven to be mortal. His blood tasted as blood should, but there was an added taste of victory when the demon’s teeth pierced through the other man’s skin and dug deep into his cheek. Of course, he had to pay for what he took. He felt sharp clawed fingers attempt to dig into his soft eye socket, and he jerked away and as he attempted to save his sight. He would never know, for something else happened immediately after. He had terrorized these lands for so long and no one had been able to put an end to his terror. But Gabriel held the dagger.

Haku knew pain and handled it well. Or so he had believed. Over the years his nerves had slowly died and nothing seemed real enough to torture him anymore. He could bleed, but not feel. It occurred to him, as the dagger dug through flesh and sinew, that he had never known pain before this moment. His flesh attempted to jerk away from the sharpened stone that already had its cruel grip on his flesh. It burned. Gabriel’s face was forgotten as jaws opened without a sound; rumble dead within the depths of his chest. The devil coughed; fresh scarlet staining the Aquila’s face . Gasping for air and choking lightly on his own blood, he was torn between trying to wrestle away from the hybrid and continuing to ruin that arrogant face.

There seemed to be a limited amount of time now, for his body seemed to move against him now; weighting his vengeful spirit down. He recognized the numbness that wanted to settle, but fought against the loss of control while his chocolate and cream fur turned wet red.

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Laughter roared in the demon’s ears, but all he could hear was the echoing rush of blood flowing out of his body and the impossibly soft sound of flesh and sinew was torn apart. Blue flares in a crimson stained face never left the impure being trapped beneath his crushing weight. It was weighting down the crazed canine as well; failing him for the first time he had been freed from his slumber. Fire danced brightly whenever the black, now deep scarlet blade moved against his fragile flesh. There was no room for thought anymore, yet the question continued to loom within his crippled mind. How could he have known?” Haku had been sent to murder and destroy, and this was not how it was done.

Bright white pain, the one that fueled him, made him aware of the soft belly ripping open. The decaying body had turned against him; had betrayed him when he had needed it most. Strength was scarce now; was flowing away along with the crimson blood and, as it seemed, life itself. The terrible knife terribly twisted, and the terrible demon that had haunted Gabriel for so long staggered—was forced to acknowledge gravity when strength no longer supported his failing body. He leaned into the cruel weapon—felt the man under him force it further. The weapon had been made to force his downfall, and willingly continued to cut.

Blue orbs that so many had loved and hated continued to burn against honey and fire. Time was a cruel master. Air was now a luxury that the male could no longer afford, as all that spilled down into his burning lungs was scarlet. The world was no longer his for the taking, the demon knew.

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It was not real what happened now. His glorious pelt was stained, so freshly red. The sharp edge warmed up by the flesh and blood it had been stabbing was removed from its violent dance into his throat, but sensation was no longer what it once had been anymore. He had believed he had been far too gone to be bothered by the misery of the flesh. There was laughter roaring in the darkness creeping up on the madman, but he could not determine if it was Gabriel’s or his own. Lips twisted, but there was no sound from the wolf’s maroon lips. Air was denied and blood was all that existed in these brief moments where he drifted between life and death. No, not death. The Soul male was invincible. Blood ran glistering crimson in streams through his once so glorious fur. He was immortal.

Darkness’ slow approach shifted into a full, terrible charge as the sacred object was plunged into his chest; into the pulsing organ infested with ink black filth. Haku Soul’s time had run out and his body went limp as the tortured soul of a mass murderer departed flesh and bones. He had remained a monster until the very end, but during that last moment—as the black knife had plunged into his heart, a single image had flashed before those crazed blue eyes. Pale white was the last thing Haku Soul saw, though he never had the chance to recognize what it meant. A madman’s smile remained on a scarred, maimed face, but the demon was dead at last.