I was free to go, and just in time. Shortly after leaving Spirane I had lost all my senses, the demons thankfully had only taken the form of something much smaller, easier to break down, easy to kill. I was happy for this. But time goes on and the vicious cycle never ends for me. Ever. I continue the pattern, not always to the beasts escape, sometimes I am cable of battling them in my sleep left to chew and bite and rip in my mind, the other world so real sometimes it feels the pain is physical. I fight back with all my might every time I pass into sleep and sometimes when I do not. It is hardly ever a winning battle. Today was one of those days though, one that just ended poorly for some creature that was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Spring had come and with it all these new creatures to face down. My form stands ridged in the crags my already heavily scared leg, fully healed now, from my last encounter with something else that had fangs and claws. This wasn’t as vicious as the bear I faced down just before returning home. The beast was smaller though it still had claws. Its form was black to me, speckled and it snarled and roared with his horned head and large glowing yellow eyes. Demon. It’s form was contorted extended it had no ears and a short muzzle. I would put the poor thing out of its misery.

I charge forward and it attempts to flee, but I am much larger my long legs designed for me to move as swift as can be. I catch it on the leg and it swings around lashing a long clawed paw at my face which I narrowly avoid. We fight I snarl and it growls and hisses until finally I stand victor over its corpse. ”Lux ipse liberabit te.” I was born of the angels for a reason I suppose. I murmur the prayer over the corpse before stumbling away not even waiting to see the demon’s form desolve into whatever poor creature I was forced to kill today. I would protect the world, I had to. I am exhausted now and it is that then that catches me unaware.

Are you daft? the words barely reach my silver and white ears, my body shifts so unsteadily as my eyes move to find the black and red figure at first I bare my fangs, my hackles raise and I already stand so much taller than the female. She is blurred simply because my gaze is so tired. I bleed but not as heavily as I could be some slight, ignorable wounds pulsing in pain on my all to mortal flesh. Then I realize she is simply a wolf. There are no horns to be seen, nothing out of the ordinary.

”Demons cannot live…” My own voice worn and raspy as I motion towards the direction of the corpse of whatever it was I was forced to end and give salvation from this world. Soon I know my body will not carry on, it will crash and I had to find a place where my body could rest. My mind drifted to Spirane, the den that was my parents’ home how safe it was. Though there was no way my paws could carry me so far. I did not know really much of the demons of Moladion, nor did I care. They were just wolves in my mind, no different than any other. The fact that they have the name of the monsters I protect the world from was completely coincidental.