Reincarnated Into A Hell Hound - Chapter 147

I lick my nose as the wind hits my face and brushes against my fur, ready to jump out in pursuit when I feel someone jumping up and landing on my back, and as I hide a small smile I look back only to see Leonel ready to jump into action with me, the sweat glistening against his skin has his hair moves with the wind, looking strong and beyond s.e.xy as he joins forces with me.

We lock eyes for a moment, no mockery, no hesitation, only determination glinting in our eyes as we nood to each other.

Then I jump out, leaping over trees and my own Fire Shield with one single leap from my enormous form, a white skull taking form over the darkness of the night.

Gripping at my fur and steadying himself on my back Leonel, with a sword in hand, keeps a watchful gaze at the sky.

“There.” He says as my huge paws touch the floor and I look over the trees, hearing the beating of wings and fl.u.s.tering of clothes on the wind from the blood angel up above and seeing a white dot in the distance.

“He is about to open another one! Get us closer now!” I hear Leonel say, and without question I answer by quickly bending my hind legs and jumping up in the air, the moon framing us from behind as we surprise the Demon Lord who, with his sword at hand, does not react fast enough to dodge when Leonel uses his chains to coil around the sharp blade and pull it out of his hand forcibly.

“You!” The demon says, but Leonel doesn’t waste his time and throws the weapon far away, and I use the opportunity to attack the Demon King as well, however without the surprise element this time he dodges to the side so I only scrap his right-wing, which is enough to at least bring him down with us.

Dust comes up when we land on a part of greenery on the side of the elves building that still burns bright in the night, but only because of my protective Fire Shield gave the illusion that the building itself is on fire.

“Give up Cain! Stop this madness at once!”

“Madness?! You think my mad? No, no, I’ve never had a clearer mind then now! But my words do not reach you it seems, not with this ‘you’ from now, so I won’t waste them anymore. Is that saying, right? Do not waste a good seed in a poor soil… so let’s enrich that mind of yours, shall we?” I don’t like the way he is sounding, like he already won, as if we are no threat against him at all.

“After all… is about time for my special attack to start working on you after all…” He says, and I only have time to frown at his words when, almost as if my body is played around by strings attached to his fingertips, a sensation starts crawling from inside, a tingling that goes up my neck and behind my eyes, making me close my eyelids, reaching my brain and putting pressure similar to a hand closing in on it when I hear Leonel’s worried voice fading away as I try to resist and throw my head back, but the effect of such attack is almost like it turns my muscles into steel, and my mind seems to detach from my own body as it gets harder and harder to move.

“Ah, ah, silly hound, preposterous elf, did you really think that I had only one way to take over other’s mind? Such a blunt weakness, have to look someone in the eye… but is funny how, letting that weakness out in the open, made you lower your guard down just like the rest…” He nods sideways, and with a victorious smile says:

“Is in my blood, you see, the very on that I use to attack and the very one you dashed head first to protect your elf lover from… so silly, just what I wanted, an easy way in, and those wounds I made on you were the perfect entryway, pity that it takes some time to settle in, especially so far away from the head, but fear not, there was nothing you could have done, is destiny that, tonight, you would be mine.” I start shaking against his attack, but I can do nothing against the increasing detachment effect that his blood working in my insides and mind has.

“Now is time, little hound, for your mind to take a nap.” At the snap of his fingers his dormant blood attacks all at once and, as I start to pass out, my eyes being overwhelmed by a voidless black crawling from the sides and taking over my vision, my mind goes blank and sunk into nothingness.

There is no resistance, no reaction, just as no matter how much you wish to be cured from a disease you still get sick.

Is beyond my control, is physical, is magic, and is already inside me.

Taking control over everything.

At the long lasting chilly night the gigantic black hound visibly stiffens when those words reach his ears, and the elf on top of him, with crescent worry appearing in his eyes and face, finally looks down, and with a soft voice calls:

“…Thilgon, are you ok?… Little hound?” He says a few times, no response coming from the furry creature underneath.

At that, to his surprise, the big hound face shots back, as if electrocuted to life, and as the snout turns back and the eyes come to view the elf has a creeping sensation that starts a cold sweet from running down his back, for these eyes are not the ones of his lover, but from an empty vessel moving by command.

And snapping its jaws backward, trying to grasp at him with his big sharp teeth.

The elf jumps backwards and dodges the awkward attack, the chain he whipped before coming together to form a long sword, the silver glinting against the moonlight as it stayed between him and the gigantic hound.

“Thilgon! Snap out of it!” As the other simply stays quiet, not even a growl of anger out of its lips nor the slightest expression of alertness that the one attacking should have, the elf turns his attention to the flying angel, who hovers closer to the big shadow and pats it on the skull’s head.

“You know, I have you to thank for the opportunity too, you may have played your part in ruining everything, but at least now I have the chance to make things right.”

“And how does killing everyone makes things right?! You are just crazy!” At that the Demon’s King jaw tenses up, but he smiles as his hands creeps up and down the rocky skull.

“You know, the more desperate, anguish, and out of control they are, the easier it gets for me to control them, so that’s why I always put a lot of effort in being calm and untouched by others opinions, but you two have the gift to piss me off!” The hound, as if driven by his emotions, leaps forward and attacks with its claws extended, but the mindless being has no wish or impulse, so the speed and strength are meager in comparison to the hound before.

Still with such a big body the elf has some trouble in defending himself, one step of the other counting as a hundred of his, and by using his whip to pull him back he manages to escape by only a little.

“Ah, I see, I know, how about this, I will give you two another chance to see each other before I kill you and consume Thilgon’s mind, just when he is about to kill you by my orders!” At that the hound attacks again and again, and in the middle of it all the bleeding angel manages to sit on top of the skull head, somehow having perfect balance as the creature leaps and attack, his hands going down and touching the skull, only for a pool of blood to form under his palm and trespass the skull barrier underneath, which absorbs the liquid like a sponge.

“Now is time, Thilgon, silly hound, time for you to became mine. Is a pity though, I actually liked you, it will be a shame to destroy your mind.”

“The last thing I can do is to promise you that I will take good care of your body for you, though no such thing can be said about your lover I fear …”

“But for now…”

“Goodbye.”