First walking dead demon

I settled on one of the fallen branches, as I thought about what my next plan of action will be.

Do I stay here until I completely turn into the devil, or should I dive into the waters?

This way, I get to rid myself of the problems associated with turning Devil.

I heard the crunching of twigs, and I hastily stood up. I looked around, but I can't pinpoint the source of the noise I heard.

But I'm sure there's someone here. My intuition can never be wrong.

There's someone who's probably watching me from wherever they are hiding, in this vast forest.

"Who are you? Show yourself!"

I called out, thinking it was the devil.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

I spun at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. Instead of seeing one Demon as I expected, I saw three with him.

The one who spoke up is a blue Demon. His long golden hair glitters like stars. The only downside about him is his fangs; they are so big, that they can't enter his mouth.

It seems as if they are permanently meant to stay outside his mouth, and this seems to be the reason his voice sounded somehow.

The other three demons who are with him are all red. Their black hair isn't as long as the golden one's hair, but it was long enough to be tied up.

Unlike their Master, leader, or whatever it seems they know him as. These have normal faces. Their fangs can't be seen, but the same can't be said for the swishing tail.

God!

I facepalm as I resisted the urge to tug my hair.

What's wrong with the realm of the devil?

Why must there be a glitch in the appearance of his demons? Why must they all be lacking something?

So far, I've not seen a completely handsome demon who doesn't have something in them that can tell of their otherworldly powers.

"Like what you see?" The excess fangs asked.

"What I see?" I scoff at his questions. "I sure love what I see. It's worth a peal of laughter or two."

Had this been in a normal circumstance, I wouldn't have wasted any time in laughing them to scorn.

"How dare you!" He growled in anger.

"Oh, are you daring me?" I fold my arms. "It seems you want to get your arse beaten."

I don't know where this kind of boldness came from, but I admired it nonetheless.

"Aren't you too egoistical for a Mami?"

" A what?" I dodged the balls of fire his followers with the swishing tails sent my way.

They didn't relent in sending the balls of fire. As they sent, I did my best to dodge them.

It became a sort of dance. Spinning, turning, bending, dodging.

I repeated the steps as I continued, taking more steps backwards until I reached the nearest tree that was still standing; unlike the surrounding others, this one hasn't been cut down.

"Stop!" The fanged master stopped his swishing tails disciples.

"What? Tired already?" I mocked, "don't tell me you're giving up when it's not yet time?"

My words got stuck in my throat when the demon morphed into something else.

Gone is the demon I thought handsome had it not been for the excessive fangs in his mouth.

He still has the shape and stance of the Demon he was before, but his colour has changed. Instead of the beautiful blue, it has before, his body is now completely black.

His fangs which I thought longer before can't be compared to how it was now. His fangs have elongated more with his change, and the long hair that once reached how the lower back is no longer than that.

It was almost trailing on the floor.

Oh, my gods and goddesses.

I palm my heart.

This is unbelievable.

I took a step back. Then more. Added more steps to the ones I've taken. Then more.

The followers of the demon that have point-blank turned into a monster and took a step back as they watched their Master transform.

None of them has looks of surprise on their faces as they watched him, and that shows this isn't his first time being this way.

Who knows, this might be his way of killing off anyone who thought to mock, or compete with him.

Unexpectedly, he raced towards me. His speed couldn't be seen by mere eyes.

I groaned in pain when he hit my poor human back on the same tree I was hoping to seek refuge from.

I tried to fight off the hold he has on me, but his grip cannot be fought off so easily.

He grabbed me on the neck, and his claws dug into my neck.

"Stop!" I kicked him with all my might— mark it, all my might— but it seems he's made of pure stone.

Instead of the kick affecting him, it had one on my poor leg. I felt like a person who Just kicked a statue made of pure gold.

He tightened his grip on my neck, and my breathing expertly got cut off.

I struggled to free myself from the grip he has on my neck as I fought to take a breath, but his hands instead of getting loose tightened the more.

I kicked, I struggled, but his hold didn't relent at all.

Not even when I saw stars — I never thought this was true until I saw it— No, he didn't release me.

He kept on growling as I struggled.

I can't believe this.

I survived the devil and his cunning ways, all to die in the hands of this Demon. And what about the devil's words of me being a demon?

Won't it awaken now, or is it waiting for me to die first before it does?

Who knows, I might be the first living dead demon to ever stroll the halls of the devil's palace.

My eyeballs rose.

My breath hitched.

My life force got drained.