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The bear-sized, pitch black wolf growled at the approaching hunters lowly and threateningly, lips raised in a snarl. The group of amateur hunters, hired by the cult that had summoned the wolf most likely, were closing in on it. They assumed that victory was imminent.
They were wrong.
As all of the hunters lunged for the demon wolf, it's snarl turned into a menacing smile (somehow. It was probably best not to think about it too much). In midair, the hunters realized their mistake. This was a demon. Of course it had tricks up it's metaphorical sleeves. As the hunters watched, the wolf's body shrank in size, and it became more humanoid. Just before the hunters, who, you must remember, were aiming for the head of a very tall wolf, collided in midair, they saw it's new form.
A younger boy with messy black hair, almost white skin, and sparkling ruby red eyes smirked up at them. He was wearing a very simple, threadbare navy shirt, also threadbare tan shorts, and had bandages on his feet instead of shoes. The boy winked at them, then seemed to disappear.
There were many grunts and groans when the hunters collided and fell to the ground.
The boy, who had raced off as soon as he'd winked at the startled hunters, chuckled as he ran through the dense forest. He really had no idea where in England he was, but it didn't really matter to him. As long as he was free from them. As long as he didn't have to go back. As long as he could try and forget the burns on his back (it was actually very surprising they were even still there, seeing as demons like him had healing twice the speed of a humans, even as a 2nd level demon).
The boy suddenly skidded to a stop, sniffing the air. There was something here, something familiar...
As soon as the source of the smell registered in his mind, the wolf boy tried to turn and run the other way. But it was too late. The owner of the smell, a 9th level crow demon, had already arrived on the site, and he grabbed the back of the smaller demon's shirt, stopping him in his tracks and getting a soft snarl.
"And what are you doing here?" The older demon demanded. The younger one twisted his head to look at the one holding him.
