Animal
Do not own Darksiders 1/2
Chapter 1
Monster
Blake lurker, referred to as Animal by Earths current inhabitants. Pretty much his world has gone to shit. Demons zombies and angels were everywhere, everyday, ever since he could remember.
Luckily Blake wasn't normal. He had powers. Blake was a shape shifter due to an accident with a crazy witch demon.
He was in his favorite form, a lithe demonic shaped body with his spine poking out. He had black lion mane of hair with one gold and red eye with black alert dog like ears.
All he had was some pants and wrappings on his feet and fists. He was crouching on top of a tall building, watching the zombies in the streets bumble about like idiots. Blake clawed at the stone with his sharp claws.
His gaze kept looking around, maybe a bigger demon would come by today and show itself for Blake to kill or he would go and search for one. He stood up and looked around one last time. Still nothing.
Blake sighed and flicked his tail, forgot to mention that. It was similar to a tiger's tail if anything else.
"Those abominations have no good meat on them anyway…" Blake muttered. His ear twitched when he heard shuffling and arguing. He sniffed the air and recognized the smell; demons, a lot of them.
Blake peered over the opposite side of the building. He was right; two low-life demons were fighting in the alley over some food with a crowd of their own race who were acting as spectators. Blake growled deep in his throat.
"Hey, assholes!" Blake barked down to them. Both demons froze and looked up with startled faces. Blake dropped down in front of them, straightening himself to his full height which was an impressive 6'5.
All the terrified demons could see was his colored eyes in the shadows.
"You should never draw attention to yourselves in this kind of world." Blake growled with an evil smirk on his face as he approached them, his tail sweeping along the dusty and dirty asphalt of the ground.
"Animal! You've done it now fools!" One of the nearby demons yelled. Blake stopped and looked over the crowd to search for the demon who said it.
"Ah, yes. They've done it now, huh? Yes and no. You're the one who has done it. I know how you charged here in battle, you're lucky I don't slay each and every one of you pathetic whelps right now in the name of my people." Blake growled, hunching his powerful shoulders to intimidate a demon who was standing by. Blake hissed at it, his forked tongue sticking out.
The demon yelped and scrambled backwards, colliding into another spawn. Blake relaxed and crossed his arms, his eyes gleaming with mockery.
"And I wasn't even trying." Blake taunted with his words; they were cold and harsh.
"We may be demons, but you are the real monster here." A female called from the crowd.
"It takes one to know one." Blake snarled back, turning to one of the fighters and lunged for him. All the demons gasped and backed away as Blake clawed and bit at the demon, tearing him apart. He stood back up and kicked the corpse to the opposite wall, making all of them jump or move out o the way of it.
"That's one. Who's next?" Blake challenged, his gaze flickering over the group. Blake knew he was being a complete dick but if he wanted these demons to leave him alone and give him what he wanted when he wanted it, he had to make an impression. After a silence he smirked again.
"Keep your meat; he was enough to keep me full." Blake said; pointing at the dead and bloody heap he had carelessly kicked to the other wall. He turned to the wall and used his powerful legs to propel up and grabbed an old railing and pulled himself up to crouch on it.
"You're a monster!"
"He is an animal!" The demons called after him as he climbed up to the roof, the tip of his tail being the last thing they saw. Blake tuned out their words. It was always the same thing.
He knew he was an animal, a monster as they would call him. He had to be strong, make them fear him if he wanted to survive.
He ran along the roofs on all fours, jumping and climbing his way through the ruins of the city. He stopped when he heard a horse and swiveled his ears toward it as he climbed up a taller building to get a look.
He looked down into the center of the streets and saw demons trying to take control of a huge black and red horse. It stomped its large hooves, making huge sparks and leaving a burn mark into the concrete. Blake watched for a little bit, crouching on the edge to get a better look.
They finally got the horse to calm down and covered its eyes with a thick cloth. Blake let wings shoot out from his shoulders, muting a yelp of pain. Even though he had been transforming for over 100 years, it still hurt.
He kicked off and flew down to the demons.
"What is it you got here?" Blake asked. A large demon swung his large head around and glared at him.
"Great, another one. Should I kill it Hakeem?" He asked, looking back to an old demon man who was leading the stallion.
"No, we need to get this horse back to the blasted lands." Hakeem said. The demon snorted and faced forward again, holding his axe on his shoulder. Blake followed behind with curiosity guiding his steps.