Putting a dog on its leash is just as easy as letting it off its leash. Let a dog off its leash and you learn your lesson. The dog will have a taste of freedom and abuse it. Go rogue. Until it's too late to reattach the dog to its leash.

Well, this is what happens when you let me off my leash. The punishment is this.

Completely neglecting my infection, I flew down below to the middle of the city streets, the breeze of the wind chilling my bare skin as I showed my demonic marks on my body with pride.

There were many small yellow and black checkered cars and other colored vehicles, waiting to get by the traffic of the night. The lights of the city illuminated brightly, flashing and flickering various neon colors. Animated advertisement signs hung on many brick buildings.

I smiled with my fangs. I could picture it now. The terror in the mortals' dumb faces when they see what I can do.

Vehicles had screeched to a stop to avoid hitting me while changing intersections, yet I could easily make a good dent in the side of their car if I hit them. They began honking, their patience already broken. "Get out of the road!" An angered man with a strong voice had barked at me.

The tingle of my arms brought a vivid green static that transformed quickly into a full fledged fire outline of my entire body, including my wings. With my claws out, I grabbed the front hood of the yellow "taxi" car in front of me, digging my nails through the solid metal.

With that, I picked up the whole car effortlessly, swinging it over my head and tossing it onto the other side of the street full of other vehicles. It fell back to the ground with a thundering crash, literally shaking the ground that I stood on. Debris of car parts flew around and alarms of the vehicles had gone off. The car I had thrown was now sitting on top of others, upside down so that the tires spun helplessly.

The most pleasant was sounds of the mortals screaming. I definitely had their attention now and their fear only fueled me. I liked it. I felt invincible. This is what being a demon meant.

Some were quick to get away while others remained in their cars, too afraid to run or do anything. The ones who would try to run could try all they like. I'd still get them. As for the smart ones who stayed where they were and frozen in place, would get their incoming deaths.