The Crown's Obsession

474 Clash- Part 1

"Took you by surprise, didn't I?" asked the demoness with a maddening smile on her face.

Madeline was not her usual self anymore, and her movements were faster, keeping up with the demoness who tried to attack her. "What's the matter? You have no words?" the woman continued to poke her.

The demoness was an apprentice of the demon Greyson. Compared to the other demons, she had more powers, delaying Madeline from sending her back to Hell. Madeline tried to create the icicles and sent it at the demon, but before any of them could pierce the demoness, everything turned to water.

"Did you think tricks like this would work on me?" chuckled the woman, and she raised the weapon in her hand to plummet it at Madeline. But Madeline moved again, and the demoness ended up hitting the wooden pillar that was behind Madeline.

The rest of the demons inside the building had either died or were in the process of dying as they spluttered blood out of their mouth after the judgment that was passed by the dark angel on them.

The demoness, who was holding the hammer in her hand, she threw small ball bearings near Madeline. Creepers emerged out of it, multiplying and reaching Madeline's hands and legs to hold her in place by binding around her.

Madeline tried to get away from it, but the creepers were strong, and for some reason, she couldn't make use of the snow or glass ability through her hand. Not a single flake of snow moved up, and the demoness walked to where Madeline was.

"So much for the struggle," said the demoness, her mouth twisted into a smirk. She tightened the creepers' grip, and Madeline's eyes slowly started to turn back to her brown eyes.

As part of her senses returned, Madeline's eyebrows furrowed, staring at the woman in front of her. "You…" she whispered.

"Hm? Have we met before?" asked the demoness. action

This was the same woman whom she had met in her dream where Paschar had killed her near to the river. She tried to get away from the creepers, but they were too strong to break free from.

At the same time, Calhoun and Vladimir who was outside dealing with Greyson heard the chirping sounds from the crickets that surrounded them. Calhoun's eyes narrowed, and Greyson who was covered in blood started to laugh.

"You have been gone for far too long, Vlad. You should know better than anyone how a demon's mind works," stated Greyson, running his tongue inside his mouth and spitting the blood on the snowy ground.

"Right now it is not you, but I, who is the Master of Hell," Greyson claimed loudly. "Your time has passed, and now it is mine."

The demons came out nothing less to ants or swarms of bees, who started to run towards them so that they could kill Calhoun and Vladimir.

"How pathetic that the Master of the Hell cannot hold his battle himself and needs his minions," commented Calhoun. The demons had weapons, weapons that resemlbed similar to the living world like crossbows and guns. Some of the demons worked in pairs by pulling the small-sized cannonballs.

The demon who was on the ground with Calhoun's gun facing him, he disappeared from there to appear away from the fight, chuckling at Calhoun and Vladimir. Some of the demons started to shoot bullets Calhoun, and the vampire King didn't bother to step away from the scene.

Vladimir's wings appeared quickly, and he flew up in the air.

Greyson started to laugh, delighted that he had caught them by surprise, "I will the boy first, and then you, Vladimir!"

The demons didn't wait and started to launch the arrows continously that made it look like it was raining arrows. The place had turned chaotic, and the demons continued to attack Vladimir with arrows and Calhoun with bullets made of silver. With the number of gunshots that took place, the town echoed with noise of gunshots. Snow raised itself, creating a cloud of white dust where Calhoun stood, which was mixed with a hint of redness in the air.

The demons started to cackle when they saw Calhoun not move, believing him to be dead with the number of bullets that were fired at him. As the cloud of snow started to settle on the ground, even Greyson smiled, while Vladimir stared at the mass of blood on the ground. As blood covered the ground, it looked like Calhoun who was shot at had been minced and turned to nothing but liquid.

Vladimir's bat-like wings continued to flap in the air, moving around to dodge the arrows while he looked down at Calhoun who looked like he had been sent to Hell. But it was his blood that coursed through his grandson's veins.

"How many teeth did you lose so far, Greyson?" questioned Vladimir, and Greyson shifted his gaze from the blood-covered ground to look up at Vladimir.

"Why do you ask? Do you plan to fix them?" came the sarcastic words from the demon.

Vladimir had a smug smile on his lips, "Oh well, I am keeping a count of how many you will lose in the coming minutes."

Greyson didn't get a chance to question Vladimir as he sensed an ominous presence that started to fill around the place. A burst of distant laughter was heard, filled with menace, and it came from the mass of blood and flesh on the ground.