Ch1 The Beginning Of Destruction

Demons are born with fire of rage, they say, but he is a crestfallen angel, grieving for his own prey, he howls when no one's around, heart like diamond but cursed is his soul, trembling doom bells ringing at people's door, he would be good if it was in his control, at every full moon day the wolf wakes up, remorseful screeches and scary blue eyes, long sharp nails to lacerate his prey, no longer he can hear the cries, cause his heart stops working, his teeth sharper than glaives, no pitty in his eyes, watching them begging for their lives...