Daemon looked in the direction of the commotion outside. His muzzle and matted fur were drenched in his parent's blood, whom were motionless in a puddle of crimson on the floor. Daemon's ears twitched, and his eyes glinted with blood lust. In this kind of mood, Daemon was an irrational, killing machine, and only capable of killing. He walked slowly and calmly, and stepped right on his dead mother's face. He left a trail of blood as he walked ahead, and stopped in front of the door, giving himself and the door abit of distance, as he knew something was about to happen. His ears gave a little twitch, and the sound of footsteps echoed in his powerful ears. He couldn't smell anything over the overpowering scent of blood, but he heard everything. The anger in the stomps, fear in the breath and increasing heart rate. The fear gave him power. For so long he felt afraid of these cruel people, when all along they were even more scared of him and his parents.
Suddenly there was a loud crash and the door flung wide open. The same middle aged fox who threatened him before was there, with a blood-stained grip on his neck, and his shotgun on the floor. Daemon lifted the fox like a feather, fealing the immense power flowing through him. The fear in the fox's eyes, like he knew he should say his last prayers. "Gasp..." And he probably would've if he could utter a single word. Daemon could see the pure fear in his eyes, and felt his fear giving him strength. He simply laughed an insane laughter "Ple...Please..." The fox managed to get out, struggling for air. Daemon growled "Please? Please? You don't deserve life you pathetic fool! If you ment to say, 'Please end my worthless life', then I will oblige!" Daemon took his free hand, and plunged his fingers into the fox's eyes. The fox wailed in pain, and blood driped down his cheeks. Daemon griped the fox's face and dug into it with his powerful fingers. He let go of his neck and let him hang there by Daemon's fingers. "Dieeeee..." Daemon muttered in a harsh tone. He pulled away and ripped his eyes, nose, and a large chunk of his face right off. Blood splattered all over Daemon's face, and some of it into his mouth. He licked his lips and savored the flavor, as the fox screamed in immense burning pain. The rest of the mob couldn't do anything but look at this with disgust and chilling fear. Even as a mob, they felt all alone, like they knew it was the end. They provoked a dark, hidden evil, and they were going to pay for it. Daemon took the faceless fox by the arm, applying enough force it snapped like a twig. Daemon then swung him around and tossed him at the wall. The fox smashed against the wall, leaving a hole, and there was a snap as he broke his neck.
Daemon calmly walked on, and before he steped out the door, he stepped on a peice of glass. He didn't so much as wince or even blink, but he was annoyed. He looked up at his window, and looked back over at the mob. Afew people up and ran, while those with guns fired away at Daemon. Daemon walked ahead, gun shots going into his shoulders and arms, but they didn't do much against him. "Who..." He muttered. They continued firing, and some of Daemon's blood dripped on the soil. "Who...Who threw that brick..." A pitch black aura was clearly visible around him, which deflected the bullets. "Tell me...Tell...Me...NOW!" He boomed, which stopped the gun fire. A mob member, a common squirrel, only 12 years old, tried to run, but tripped over a rock. Daemon smirked "Pathetic..." He grabbed the young squirrel by the leg and actually threw him through his other window "Irony..." Daemon muttered. "Now...You all burn!" A flame burst forth from his right hand, and before anyone else could run, he sent out a blazing jet stream of fire like a flamethrower, and set the entire mob into flames. They dropped their guns, and went into a state of panic from the pure agony. Their skin peeled and blistered all over. Some tried to put it out, some tried to find water, and some just couldn't take it and kneeled in agonizing pain. When it grew quiet, they had all collapsed, burnt to a crisp.
Daemon felt such great power, he wanted to burn the entire town to it's grave. He started with his own home, wanting to burn all the memories away "All of it...Burn..." His house was set ablaze, and started to collapse.. When he was done with it, it was a smoking pile of ash, and other neighboring houses were set ablaze from the wildfire. By around midnight, the entire town as a smoldering pile of ash and Daemon was sitting outside of it, sitting next to a bush on the roadside. The blood had dried in his fur and he seemed calm, and had an almost empty look. After awhile he muttered "Tonight I make a vow to myself...I will never let the weak roam the earth...I'll become stronger, and anyone who gets in my way will suffer...This is my purpose, And I will never be weak again..." And he kept awake on that thought all night. In reality he had no purpose, he was just a monster on a rampage. But he wanted one so dearly he was willing to kill anyone in his path.
End Chapter 4, Next chapter, "The Darkness in the Asylum"