Hazbin Hotel: Cambion

by Zylo24

Quest discovered an unholy secret about himself. As he is thrown into the depths of Hell, his Christian faith is tested as he finds out that the Bible may not have been what he or the world have always thought.

4. The Demon With the White Hat

Chapter 4: The Demon With the White Hat

"Okie-dokie then. Guess someone doesn't believe...let's change that."

"Fuck me gently with a chainsaw, you're a hellhound?!'' Blitz exclaimed.

I blinked.

"I'm a what?'', I asked.

"A hellhound, buddy! Y'know like my Loonie here. You ok, my sweet baby?''

As Blitz said this, he went over to Loona, helping her up, inspecting her, and hugging her. Loona gave an annoyed growl, rolling her eyes while clutching her wounded arm. "Ugh I'm fine D-I mean Blitz!''

"Sir! Sir are you ok?'' a familiar voice called out.

Moxxie, supporting Millie, came hobbling to the canine and lanky demon. Both were awake but had bags under their eyes and looked as if they haven't slept in days.

Blitz answered with a frown. "Oh, NOW you two are awake! Nice of you to join us AFTER the raging bastard is dead.''

This prompted an unamused scowl from Moxxie while Millie sighed with a tired grin. "We're glad you're ok too, B! And our hellhound.''

"Yeah. I feel so loved,'' Loona answered sarcastically.

Murmurs then filled the air mingled with the sound of snapping with occasional flashing of lights. I looked around to see some of the crowd that had taken refuge from Xander's shooting had started to ease on back into the area.

"Dude, can you believe it?''

"Did he just turn into a hellhound?"

"But wasn't he a human though? The fuck is going on?''

"Damn, he's kinda hot...''

I just glanced around, not exactly panicking but still puzzled about what had just transpired. To my strange relief, Blitz came forward, waving his good arm. "All right, all right! Nothing to see here, people. Move along. Vamos! No seriously, fuck off!''

He took out his gold-plated gun and began to shoot wildly about in various directions. Screams rang out as the demons ran for their lives. Some dived around corners. One escaped through a manhole while other hid under cars. With the area cleared, Bltiz blew the smoking gun barrel before stowing it back into his jacket.

I just stared, still wondering what in God's name Blitz had told me. Me? A hellhound?

"Mirrors! Get your cheap, conveniently placed mirrors here! I say, I say!''

I looked over to see a red skinned, black and white horned demon with a curly moustache and black top hat situated next to wagon filled with various mirrors. Without hesitation, I ran up to one of the tall mirrors present.

"A customer! Might I interest you in a magnificent, totally not stolen mirror today? I say, I say?'' the demon asked, but I ignored him.

I gazed in my reflection. Instead of a brown skinned human, I was instead looking at a canine creature like Loona. I now had a wolf like appearance with black fur and a light purple underbelly. My eyes were blood red with white pupils, with slits for the inner pupils. I had a wolf like snout with a blacknose along with black pointed ears. Even though my appearance had greatly changed, I still had black dreadlocks on my head. I ran my now clawed fingers lightly over my right eye and right side of my mouth to see I still had my scars. I opened my mouth to see a maw filled with sharp fangs. My eyes caught the attention to a mass of black fuzz behind me and I looked to see a long, bushy black tail with purple underbelly coming from me. I raked my hand through my new tail before looking back into the mirror. I noticed the white shirt I was wearing was mostly burnt away and practically cindered shreds. However, my diamond patterned scarf was still wrapped around my neck, other than ripped from Loona earlier, but still safe and sound. I gave a relieved sigh, grasping my scarf but soon looked back at the demon reflecting in the mirror before me.

"W-what...what happened to me? What am I?'' I asked softly.

"Didn't you hear me? I said you are a hellhound, handsome,'' the voice of Blitz answered as the jester like demon came into view of the reflection.

I jumped back a bit at the sudden arrival as the rest of his team joined us. "What do you mean a 'hellhound?''

"Sir...is this really the target?'' Moxxie asked, eyeing me up still puzzled.

"Seems like it,'' Blitz answered. "Besides you saw it, Mox. First, he was a human, then a black and purple pupper here.

"But...why?'' asked Millie. "Why would a hellhound be on Earth?"

"Geez! I'm not a fucking psychic! They hell would I know! But most importantly, back to business.'' Blitz cleared his throat before speaking. "One: Since that piece of shit kid fucker kicked the bucket before paying us, I guess we no longer have any reason to pursue with the contract. You dodged a bullet, kid. And two: You're hired!''

"What?!'' me, Loona, Moxxie, and Millie exclaimed in unison.

At that, Blitz quickly started circling and inspecting me. "Just look at him! This tight, broad, and chiseled chest. These rock-hard abs. These muscular biceps. Along with those awesome, ass kicking skills? Oh yeah, we can definitely work with this!''

Blitz brought a thumb and index finger under his chin, giving me a sly look as if he had just struck gold or oil. I stared at the beaten-up demon as if he had lost his damned mind. My eyes then shifted to Loona, who quickly averted her eyes awkwardly, moving some hair behind her ear.

"Sir! There's no way you can hire him!'' Moxxie argued.

"And why not? We could definitely use another powerhouse on the team. And this kid is one fucking mother of a powerhouse! AND he can make fire? That's a fuckin' plus! Anyway, I've always been thinking of getting another muscle for field work! See that, Verosika? I got me a hot muscled hellhound too, bitch! So, what's the tea, kiddo? Whatcha doin' on that green and blue shithole above? Spying? Summoned? Working for one of those bitch ass Overlords?''

I had no idea what he was talking about. Verosika? Summoned? Overlords? Sounded like something from a Dungeons and Dragons game. "Wha-? No, no. I'm NOT a hellhound.''

"Looks says different, pal,'' countered Blitz. "How you get up there?''

"I was born there! I'm not a hellhound! I'm a human! I came from a human mom and a human dad!''

Blitz, Loona, Moxxie, and Millie gave each other quizzical glances before Millie asked, "So wait...yer sayin' this is the first time this happened to you?''

I nodded.

"Dear Satan...'', Moxxie then whispered, his yellow eyes widening in shock. "If you were born on Earth and if this was the first time you've transformed, then you must be a... cambion!''

"A what?''

"A cambion,'' Moxxie explained. "They're the offspring of a human and a demon. Human-demon hybrids in his case apparently...a hellhound. The species are quite rare.''

I must not have heard him right. Me? Half demon? I glanced down at my scarred, purple and black hands. "That...that can't be...'' I uttered. "My parents are...were human. Normal, good humans. There's no way I could be half demon!''

"Well sorry to break it to ya, hun, but you definitely look like hellhound folk,'' Millie commented, a hand on her hip.

"Exactly!'' Blitz chimed in. "And if that's the case, either your mom or dad were demon natives. Welcome home, kid!''

"N-No! No! This isn't my home! There's no way that one of my parents were-''

"Let's put a pin on that, rover,'' Blitz interrupted. "Looks like the rubes are starting to come back.''

I looked around. Sure enough, demons started poking their heads out from their hiding spots where they've taken shelter.

Blitz continued. "Let's continued this somewhere away from nosey bitches. To the office!''

Blitz closed the door to the room Loona and I fought before falling out the window. Moxxie helped Millie as they both sat down in two empty chairs at the long table.

"Easy...you ok honey?'' Moxxie asked gently.

"I'm fine, Mox. Just a busted leg...I've had worst," Millie responded, giving a reassuring but pained smile. "How about you?''

"My hand's wrecked and my head's throbbing. We need to get to a hospital. All of us.''

Hearing this, I gazed at the ground guiltily, before looking up at Loona leaning back first against the wall. She was now holding what seemed like a cloth to her puncture wound on her arm. Her eyes met mine before she shifted her gaze again with a sort of frown.

"There! Much better!'' Blitz spoke out with a smile upon his bruised face. "As I was saying: welcome to the Immediate Murder Professionals team, or I.M.P for short! We're so glad to have you with us! My name is Blitzo, the 'o' is silent. And you've met my team: Moxxie and Millie. And of course, my sweet daughter, Loona!''

I looked at the freckled faced and black-haired demons. They both gave me apprehensive frowns. I guess they're still a bit sore at me for what I did. Loona just growled, turning her head with a scowl. "Adopted!''

I looked back at the demon in charge. "So, your name is...Blitzo?''

"I just said the 'O' was silent, newbie, but I'll let it slide since this is a special occasion. Let me get you an application form and we'll finalize this deal! So, can you start tomorrow?''

I frowned. "I'm not joining your team!''

"Bullshit, of course you are! Why wouldn't you?''

"Because I'm not a demon!''

Blitzo gave an annoyed sigh, rolling his eyes. "Ok, again with this shit? Look if you look like a hellhound, sound like a hellhound then guess what? You're a fucking hellhound!''

"No, I'm not! I'm not a hellhound or a demon! I'm human! Got it? Human!''

Suddenly I was engulfed in a plume of Amythest fire. I heard the shocked cries of the others present. My vision was nothing but raging purple. I felt the sensation of my bones, my body shifting and just like that, the fire was gone. I looked down at my hands. They were brown! My canine feet were now wearing the sneakers I had been wearing. I felt my face. My snout was gone as well as my fangs. My ears were normal and not pointed and my bushy tail was gone. I was human again!

The other demons in the room continued giving me stunned stares, especially Loona who eyed me up and down.

Finally, Blitzo spoke. "Annnd the human's back. But no worries! Human or hellhound, you're all cambardian!''

"Cambion,'' Moxxie corrected.

"Don't correct me, Mox! Anyway, I don't care what you look like, so long as you go hellhound mode when you're out in the field.''

I frowned with a sigh. "I told you I'm not joining you!''

Blitzo shot me an annoyed glare before Millie spoke up. "So, you can change back an' forth? How does that work exactly?''

"I don't know. It hasn't exactly happened to me before. This has got to be a dream or nightmare-UGH!''

Suddenly pain exploded throughout my body. I grasped the side of my abdomen as I kneeled into a fetal position. I felt the warm, viscous, sticky blood running through my fingers from my white-hot searing wound. I felt the throbbing sting on the wound on my left shoulder as blood dripped from my claw slash, burning wound and onto the floor. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, I was starting to feel the repercussions of my fights within the last hour. I let out another grunt of pain, my breathing becoming heavier.

"Aw Lucifer, don't tell me the new hire is dying,'' I heard Blizo groaned.

"I'm...I'm not dying...'' I answered darkly.

"Thank Lilith! You're still coming in tomorrow, right?''

I shot Blitzo a glare.

"You don't look so good, hun,'' Millie commented, surprisingly with a worried expression on her face.

"No shit, grandma! He took some serious hits out there just like us,'' said Loona, earning an annoyed glance from the gap tooth demon.

I got back to my feet, hissing in pain. "I need to go to a hospital.''

"No problem!'' Blitzo began. "We can head over to a clinic just-''

"A human hospital! On Earth! Take me back home!''

"Look pal,'' Blitzo began, putting his good fist to his hip. "When I see a golden egg...I cash in on that shit! With you on the team we could-''

"For fucks sake, Blitzo! Just let him leave!'' Loona cut in.

"What?! And lose out on a potential-''

"She's right, sir. If he's a cambion, we don't know how the law will affect the business. We're already working illegally as it is. We don't need this to further complicate things,'' argued Moxxie.

"I'm with Moxxie on this, Blitzo,'' Millie added in. "Since we have no more business with him, let's jus' send him back an' pretend all this never happened.''

Loona nodded. "That three votes, Blitzo. Let's send the dude back so we can get our wounds taken care of!''

Blitzo glared at his three subordinates before finally giving a long, rather exaggerated sigh. He then said in defeat, rubbing his temples. "Satan fuck whoever invented democracy. Fine! We'll send you back...who the fuck are you again? Journey?''

I frowned at the wrong guess but before I could correct him, I was beaten to it by Loona. "Quest. His name is Quest.''

We all looked at the female hellhound.

"Piss on a dick, his names on the file that dead asshole client filed out!''

"Ah that's right, Quest. Sure you don't want to change it to something...better?'' Blitzo asked.

"I'm sure,'' I muttered. "So can I go now?''

"Alright, alright. Loona open the portal for our camboro friend here,'' Blitzo ordered.

"Cam-forget it!'' Moxxie said before facepalming himself.

Blitzo then went past me to the dry erase board situated on the wall. He took a black marker and drew a pentagram in the center. I watched, both confused but interested as to why he did that. I then heard the voice of Loona and turned to see her holding the blue book she had before our fight. She spoke in a dialect I couldn't even begin to describe and in moments I heard a sort of rushing sound coming from the board. The black inked pentagram then suddenly became a ring of fire with the inside showing the familiar setting of an alleyway. Though relieved at the sight, I then remembered what had transpired not too long ago and decided I should hurry and go through before someone sees.

I turned to the four demons I had recently defeated. "Thanks.''

As I walked towards the portal, Blitzo stopped by putting an arm around my shoulder. "Hey kiddo don't forget. If you ever changed your mind and want to start killing cocksuckers, just give us a call from this card. Looking forward to working with ya! I'll just put that riiiight here, so you won't lose it!''

Blitzo put a black card into my wallet, much to my annoyance. I let out a sigh and leaped through the fiery portal and on the pavement of the alley. I gazed back to see Moxxie and Millie giving me rather indifferent frowns, while Loona gave me a look that seemed to be a combination of annoyance and sadness. Blitzo on the other hand was beaming, giving me a rocker symbol with his fingers.

"Later!''

And with that, the portal closed.

I had stepped out on to a large, rectangular shaped ring. Crowds of people sat all around an arena, filling the air with excited chattering. Lights flashed in never-ending time frames all-round the arena. I was wearing a dark, metallic grey Gi, the image of a ferocious, shimmering silver wolf head on the center of my jacket while I wore matching grey pants. Tied around my waist was a black karate belt. Around my forehead was long, white head band. Completing my look was my red and black, diamond patterned scarf, tucked through my belt so that the ends flowed along my left side. My heart was steady as a riverbend, but I was never more excited to begin. A voice then boomed overhead throughout the venue.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the final match of the Ken no Senso! That's right, folks, this is the fight that will determine who will be the number one karate fighter in the world!''

A deafening, ground shaking cheer erupted from the spectators. The announcer spoke again.

"Stepping onto the mat, breezing his way quickly through the rounds, it's the up and coming, 13x world karate champion, the karate prodigy himself, his Royal Fierceness: Quest King of Wolf Khan Karate...a badass name for a dojo!"

An earsplitting roar again erupted throughout the arena as I bowed before making my way on the center of the mat. I bowed again, one hand grasping my other fist as I bowed four more times, one for all directions. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Sensei Lawrusso, dressed in his shimmering grey Gi with a proud smile on his face. Next to him were my fellow students, in similar gi as myself cheering, clapping, and howling like wolves with Katie the loudest. I could only smile at the beautiful karate student as she blew me a kiss.

"And facing Quest, also going through the ranks at breakneck speed, is the equally skilled bad boy of karate himself, the top student of Hong Kong's Eternal Dragons and five-time Ken no Senso champion... Demitri Bolshedrago!''

I watched as my towering opponent appeared on the mat. What a monster of a man! He had to have been ten feet tall at the least! He wore an emerald green Gi with an orange headband with a red star in the center. His sleeves were ripped off, showing his large, well-trained arms. He cracked his neck as she stared at me with steely, unfeeling eyes. I merely cracked my neck and knuckles, not feeling intimidated at all.

We both walked to the center of the mat, bowed to the watching audience, and finally to each other. We got into our fighting stances. The voice of the announcer rang out.

"Let's go to war!''

Instantly, Demitri and I quickly took off from our back feet and collided our fists in the center, causing a shockwave to ripple out from the strike. We quickly engaged in a fierce dance of karate combat. I threw a rapid series of punches, uppercuts, sidekicks, and round house kicks only for him to block and dodge each one while I did to same to his strikes. I ducked a backwards horizontal chop, countering with a back punch to his exposed stomach. He went flying back but backflipped and regained his footing. With an enraged yell he ran at me, jump spinning into the air before bringing down a powerful axe kick. I dodged with a backflip, causing Demitri to create a crater in the mat.

I gathered my energy, doing a brief kata. I yelled and rushed at Demitri. He attempted a low sweep kick, but I jumped and evaded. In retaliation, I landed a fury of front kicks to his face, pushing him back as I did so. I landed a final, powerful kick as he staggered backwards, somersaulted forward, and struck him in the chin with an uppercut. My skilled opponent soared backwards; a streak of crimson spurted from him mouth before clambering back. I went to a superhero landing pose before rushing in. I jumped, doing a reverse tornado kick, striking Demetri full on across his face. Another splash of blood sprayed from his mouth along with a tooth as he fell back on the mat with a loud thud. His body was sprawled motionless...defeated! Cheers exploded from the watching crowd.

"Yes!'' I gasped, breathing hard from the fight, only to be drowned out by the audience.

"And there you have it, folks!" the announcer called out. "After a spectacular knockout the winner of the Ken no Senso and title of greatest karate campion in the history of the world...Quest King!''

I was soon surrounded by my fellow students as well as a mob of audience members. Katie jumped in my arms and held me in a tight embrace before we finally shared a kiss. I was then lifted in the air by the other students as they chanted, "Alpha Wolf! Alpha Wolf!''

I looked over the crowd and saw Sensei Lawarusso in the distance, beaming at me with pride. I then looked around the cheering crowd and my eyes stopped at a single, cheering woman. Her skin was fair, with long, beautiful golden hair. Eyes as blue and shimmering as sapphires and lips pink as cherry blossoms. The woman had an aura as if she was an angel herself...

"Mom?'' I uttered.

My mother just beamed and continued to cheer before saying something I couldn't hear over the crowd but knew from the shape of her mouth. "I love you!''

Tears welled in my eyes as a quivering smile curled on my lips. "Mom! Mom!''

I jumped down from my friends' carry and made my way through the mob of attendees, parting bodies after bodies as I made my way to my mother. Closer. I was getting closer! I moved apart another two people and...

"YOU'VE KILLED ME!''

Two hands suddenly wrapped around my neck. I tried to cry out, but my voice was drowned by the cheering crowd around. I was looking directly in the face of a young white male, with blonde hair. Where there should've been a left eye was instead a large, gaping, bloody hole while the other eye was milky white and lifeless.

"J-Johnny...?!'' I tried to speak in pure horror.

"YOU'VE KILLED ME, KING! I'M DEAD AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!'' Johnny yelled at me.

"N-No...'' I uttered. "I didn't mean...''

A soul shattering roar then suddenly roared out. I looked to see Demitri standing. My defeated opponent started growing bigger, bigger...his eyes aglow as if they were burning red coals. Demitri had to have been at least five stories tall now! He then spontaneously combusted in purple flames, while his form changed into a more...canine appearance as if he had transformed into a giant, purple burning werewolf!

The fiery apparition gave another, hollowed sounding roar as a large stream of purple fire burst form his mouth. In mere seconds, the arena was ablaze in a roaring, Amythest inferno. The crowd around me were now screaming in mixtures of agony and terror. I could only watch on in horror as people around me burned away to ashes.

"YOU KILLED ME, KING! YOU'VE KILLED ME...'' Johnny yelled, his voice distorted as he burned away into nothing.

I quickly looked all around the hellish scene until my eyes fell upon a burning Kaitie.

"Katie!'' I called out.

Ashes.

"S-Sensei!''

Ashes.

I then looked and saw my mother. Combusted in purple and writhing in pain while trying to reach out to me.

"MOM!'' I screamed.

She burned away in ashes.

I just stared on in silent, utter shock and horror as tears cascaded down my face. It wasn't until another roar sounded that I was finally broken out of my trance. I looked back at the purple, fiery werewolf behemoth, its flames surrounding us and the entire space. With another monstrous roar, it lunged down at me, it's great maw open and ready to devour me. I couldn't even scream before I was consumed by a flash of purple light and then...nothing. No searing pain. No burning sensation. I felt nothing and heard nothing; the roaring of the fire completely vanished. The light then cleared, restoring my vision. I looked around and saw that I was now in another building. It was a rather, poorly lit area. In front of me were tall double doors, which seemed like four stories in height. The door was blackened as if scorched by fire. On each door were rhombus shaped broken stain glass windows. Four large chains stretched crisscross of the door and locked in place with a large padlock.

I then turned around to see I was standing in an aisle. On both sides of me were rows of eroding pews. The cracked splintered aisle led up to an open area with small stairs leading to an elevated level. On that level was an alter with a large basin, a large ball of purple fire danced within it. Hung high behind the basin on a semicircle curved wall was a golden, elegantly designed cross. Two large stained-glass windows were on each side of the cross, each broken and damaged as if kids threw baseballs through them. Dim sun beams poured through the broken windows, making the area brighter than where I was currently standing and causing the cross to glisten in the light. Various torches were hung along the wall, each lit with purple fires. Was this a church or cathedral of some kind? The decrepit walls, worn out pews, and broken windows gave the impression that the place was abandoned and neglected. Did a fire destroy this place? Either way, the location gave off a palpable melancholy air. Though I was a bit unnerved to be in such a gloomy area, the pool of light and the golden cross gave me a sense of comfort and relief.

I looked around to see someone on their knees before the basin of fire, her head bowed as they were enveloped by the pool of light. Their back was towards me, but I saw golden hair fell along her back and wore what seemed to be a pure white dress. This told me that the figure may have been female and by their size, young. A little girl? And that sound; sniffing and silent sobbing...was she crying? Where did she come from? Is she alright? Nevertheless, I walked my way to her. The nearer I got; the light gradually grew brighter and brighter. I raised a hand to the kneeled girl as she and everything was enveloped by the white light as I spoke.

"Who are you? Are you ok? Why are you crying...?"

My vision cleared and I found myself looking up at a white tiled ceiling. Various beeping sounded in my ears. I noticed I was laying on something soft with covering over my body while my torso was elevated. "Where am I?" I asked myself. I tried to sit up, but not even two inches pain erupted throughout my body.

"Jesus Christ!'' I groaned.

I looked under my covers to see my upper body wrapped in bandages as well as my left shoulder. I winced at the sight before scanning the room. It was spacious enough, at least eight people could fit in maybe more. It was simply furnished, with two couch seats situated to the right near a curtain drawn window. Sitting in one of the chairs was a man I immediately recognized as Sensei Lawrusso, arms crossed, and head bowed as he slept in his seat. To my left I noticed a sink next to the closed door. My nostrils were filled with the distinct yet pleasant smell of pine sol and lemon. On both sides of me were machines that beep periodically. My left index finger had a pulse oximeter while on my right forearm was a patch with a clear tube that led up to a plastic bag filled with clear fluid.

"A hospital?'' I muttered. "But how did..."

My train of thought was interrupted when I remembered what had happened. I remembered the trio of demons that tried to kill me. I remembered that crazy wolf girl fighting me. I remember somehow getting into Hell! But most of all...I remembered turning into a demon. Turning into a hellhound!

"That...that didn't really happen. It couldn't have! It must've been a dream. A dream I had while in the hospital.''

I then gazed down at my right hand. I brought it up near my face. It WAS a dream, but for some reason I felt the need to confirm it. Confirm that all of that was just because of the anesthesia. I closed my hand with my thumb tucked under my index finger and flicked it up into a thumbs up. A purple flame danced above my thumb. My body went cold as if I swallowed a bag of ice. My breathing became harsher as my heartrate started to increase. One of the machines started beeping quicker and more frequent. I stared at the flame as my hand started to shake. All my memories hit me like a speeding truck. The demon assassins. Going to Hell. Johnny dying.

"It...it wasn't a dream?!'' I spoke with a quivering breath.

I noticed Sensei Lawrusso beginning to stir in his chair. I quickly shook out my hand and the flame died out just as my sensei opened his eyes and looked at me.

"Quest-san!'' Sensei Lawrusso spoke with relief in his voice. He came over to me. "Thank God! You had me worried.''

"Sensei Lawrusso...'' I began, wincing in pain as I tried to lay up.

"Don't strain yourself, my student,'' Sensei advised, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You've just had surgery. You need to take it easy.''

"Surgery...yeah right...'' I muttered.

The door to the room then opened. A blonde-haired man dressed in a white coat came the room. "Ah you're awake!'' The doctor chimed in an Australian accent. "You had us scared, but you're quite the fighter.''

I just looked at him as he came forward.

"I'm Dr. Chase Foreman, I conducted the surgery. Gotta say, Mr. King, you were lucky to reach the hospital fast with your injuries. But I'm glad to say the operation went well. We've removed the bullet that was lodged in your stomach. Thankfully it missed any vital organs, and you needed over a hundred stitches for your lacerations on your chest, arms, and legs.''

"Wow, I didn't realize I was that beat up,'' I spoke softly.

"So... there's no lasting damage?'' Sensei Lawrusso asked.

Dr. Chase smiled. "Quest should make a full recovery. He will need to take it easy until he fully recovers, though. We'd like to keep him for a few nights just to observe him, but he should be able to check out in few days.''

My sensei let out a relieved sigh and a chuckle as he patted my shoulder. I too was internally happy that what had happened didn't threatened my karate career. "Thank you, Dr. Chase,'' I finally said with a small smile.

"My pleasure. I'll let you get some rest. Mr. Lawrusso you can stay a bit longer, but I do ask that you keep your visit short for the sake of his recovery.''

"Yes, yes I will, doctor. Thank you,'' Sensei Lawrusso answered with a bow.

The amiable doctor then left the room. A brief, aching silence fall. I then asked my karate master in a low, somber tone. "How long have you been here, Sensei?''

"Since you were admitted yesterday. I've gotten your text and came as fast as I can-Quest-san...is something wrong?''

My master must've saw my face falling in grief and sorrow. I had to tell him. He had to know. I took a deep, painful breath. "S-Sensei..." I began, trying to find my words. "What happened yesterday...it didn't just involve me. Johnny and Daniel were there and... Johnny's dead, Sensei.''

The look on my sensei's face. It seemed a mix of horror, disbelief, confusion, and sadness. With mouth ajar, he averted his gaze briefly before looking back at me. He swallowed. Then he spoke in a tone of straight up melancholy.

"Wha-how...tell me what happened!''

I proceeded to tell what had gone down in that alley yesterday. I decided to leave out the parts of Johnny being killed by demons and me literally jumping straight into Hell. Sensei Lawrusso would think the anesthetics were making me mad. As a cover, I simply told him we were attacked by muggers and Johnny was shot by one of them. As I told my story, Sensei had slumped back into his chair.

"And Daniel?" asked Sensei Lawrusso.

"He was knocked out. I tried to put him out the way before fighting off the attackers. He was still alive last time I saw him,'' I answered.

"Do you know where he is now?''

"No. I don't think he was too beat up to be put in a hospital though.''

Sensei Lawrusso nodded. "I see. I'm sorry Quest-san. If I had known...I'd have been there to protect my students.''

"It's not your fault,'' I argued. "I just wish I could've...could've...'' my voice trailed off with a tremble.

I sat my head back on my pillow and looked at the ceiling. The image of Johnny with a bloody bullet wound in his eye cursing me that I killed him rang in my head. My eyes then started to get misty as I bit my lip.

"I know you did everything in your power to help your fellow students, Quest-san,'' Sensei Lawrusso spoke softly. "For now, rest. Focus on recovering. I'll see if I can get a hold of Daniel to see how he's doing. I'll be back soon. Take care, Quest-san.''

I just nodded.

After a reassuring pat on my shoulder, Sensei Lawrusso left the room. My time in the hospital was rather short lived, to say the least. Not even two days later, I had little to no pain from my injuries or the surgery. The doctors and nurses were perplexed to take off my bandages to see that my slash, stab, and bullet wounds were just about healed up, though they did leave scars. The doctors thought the healings were 'miraculous'...or that they were too good at their job, but I knew the unholy answer much to my chagrin. After my stitches were removed, I was cleared to check out of the hospital.

Although I had made a quick recovery, my mood couldn't have been more despondent. Who could've blamed me? I just found out I somehow, I was half demon; a 'cambion' at that according to that Moxxie guy. But above all: I caused the death of my fellow student, Johnny. Sure, we were far from best friends, and he needed a massive ego check with a dash of Jesus, but he didn't deserve to die like that. And it was all my fault.

The following day I had went down to the police station to give my statement about what had happened. I told them that Johnny, Daniel, and I were ambushed by muggers in demon masks, (lest I'd be seen as a damn fool and put in a strait jacket and a padded cell). I did have a brief scare panic when two of the cops went about me jumping through a fiery portal, but they were promptly dismissed to face psychological examinations. Thank Jesus. It was just after noon when I finished giving my report. I made my way back to the Wolf Khan dojo and my loft. Despite deep in my dour thoughts, I passed by a store that I had known all too well during my eighteen years of living.

COLD STONE CREAMERY

I went in through the glass door, a ding dong sound ringing as I did so. My nostrils were immediately greeted by the sweet aroma of ice cream, cakes, and waffle cones. The red walls were adorned with pictures of either ice cream or people happily enjoying ice cream. A freezer displaying ice cream cakes stood at the wall on my right while people filled the tables and chairs that were neatly placed along the area to my left, filling the establishment with excited murmurs.

I made my way and stood in line. Five people in front. Not too bad. I looked at the wall behind the display case to see the boards of menus advertising ice cream cones, sundaes, cups, the typical you would find in an ice cream shop. I barely looked at the menu, though. I knew what I wanted. To my relief, the line went by rather quickly and I ordered what I typically ordered every time I came in: a vanilla milkshake with whipped cream. After paying for and receiving my treat, I promptly left the creamery and sat on a bench.

Once outside, I immediately sucked on the red straw that poked out from my milkshake. The sweet, cold, thick taste of vanilla and cream ran down my throat. I sighed contently as a small smile came to my face.

"Another great milkshake.''

For the next few minutes, I drank the delicious milkshake while trying to diverge the revelations that happened a few days ago by to no avail. About halfway through my milkshake, a voice spoke up.

"Excuse me sir, but are you, Quest King?''

I looked up to see three kids; a black male kid, a white female kid, and an Asian male kid. Each one looked about ten to twelve years old, and each wore red karate headbands around their heads. I sat up.

"Hello there. Yes, I am. Can I help you kids?''

"Omigosh! Omigosh! I told you it was him!'' the female child exclaimed excitedly.

"This is so cool! It's really Quest King!'' the Asian boy said with the same, joyful energy.

"We're big fans of yours, Mr. King!'' the black boy said. "We watch all your karate Instagram videos. They're awesome!''

"Awesome?! They're badass!''

I couldn't help by smile at the eager trio. "Aw thanks guys. That really means a lot.''

"You're like, the greatest fighter ever! I especially love your tornado kicks!'' The Asian kid said, attempting a rather...not perfect tornado kick.

I chuckled. "Thanks bud, but I don't know about 'the greatest'. I still have a lot to learn. I really like tornado kicks too.''

Now the little white girl spoke up. "M-Mr. King? I was just wondering...could we have your autograph?''

At this, all three kids looked at me with large, soulful, pleading eyes. I just grinned.

"Of course. I'd be honored.''

They three squealed in delight as one of them handed me a black marker. "Could you sign our headbands?''

I simply nodded. I went on to sign my signatures on all three of their headbands, making polite conversation as I did so. When I was done, they all awed and admired each other's bands as if they each were handed valuable treasures.

"So. Cool!'' said the Asian kid, beaming as he lifted his leg and arms into a crane pose. "I feel as badass as Quest! No one can mess with me now!''

"Nuh, uh! I'm the karate queen! All you punks better watch out!'' the little girl argued punching the air.

"Oh yeah? Well, you poor suckas don't stand a chance! I'm gonna be the next Micheal Jai White!'' the black kid spoke boldly, going into a fighting stance.

"I'm guessing you three are big karate fans, right?'' I asked.

"Yep! We're starting karate classes this summer! We wanna be just like you, Mr. King!'' the black kid answered.

Upon hearing that, I immediately thought of my time in Hell and me transforming into a hellhound. Anxiety and shame were quickly replaced by warmness and humility. "Mind telling me your names?''

"I'm Samantha, but my friends call me Sam!'' the white girl greeted with a wide smile.

"My name's Kyler, sir!'' said the Asian kid.

"And I'm Kenny,'' the black kid greeted.

I smiled. "Kenny. Sam, Kyler. I'm glad you all each have such passion for karate. I know each of you will become amazing fighters. But I think you should just be exactly like you. That's the real way each of you can be awesome. Maybe someday we can fight, but train well...because I don't hold back for anyone.''

At my words, the three fans looked at me in wonder before wide smiles spread to their faces. "That would be so cool! We gotta go now, but it was awesome meeting you, Mr. King!'' Kyler said.

"Yeah,'' said Sam. "And thank you for the autograph! I'll never wash this headband again! I swear!''

"Thanks, Mr. K! Can't wait for your next video!'' Kenny added, adjusting his headband.

With that, the three ran down the street, talking loudly and enthusiastically about their autographs, and over all meeting me. I smirked after. "Nice kids.'' I then lost my smile as I turned my attention to finishing the rest of my milkshake. "But they shouldn't be anything like me...''

The next day, the sky was a somber, monotonous grey. Sensei Lawrusso called the class in for a short memorial for the fallen Jerry. The small class of students were lined up in three rows, five people to each. I stood up front next to Sensei Lawrusso. Every one of us were dressed in black, only adding to the dreariness that hung in the air like a balloon.

"It is with a very saddening heart that I have gathered you all here today,'' Sensei Lawrusso began, his tone dipped in weariness. "As you all may have heard, we have unfortunately lost one of our very own: our Mr. John Shreese.''

The students said nothing. I mere stared at the ground, arms behind me with my heart heavy as if it were made of 100-pound lead. Our sensei continued.

"Mr. Shreese along with Mr. Gold, and Mr. King were the unfortunate victims of an attempted mugging by masked assailants. Who the target was, it's unsure, but Mr. Shreese was hit by a stray bullet from one of the attackers. The dishonorable attackers then fled before the police could arrive.''

Shocked murmurs then rippled throughout the dojo. I looked up to see a few students staring at me, whispering behind their hands. My eyes shifted and fell upon Katie's gaze, saddened and sympathetic. I then looked further to the right and met the sight of Jerry Gold's eyes. Those eyes. They were hard as stone yet also seemed to hide incredible sadness to them. There were a few bruises on his face along with a black eye. It felt like we stared at each other for an eternity before Jerry finally averted his gaze. I swallowed a lump as my stared back down at the matt. Sensei continued.

"I must ask all of you to please refrain from asking Quest and Jerry anything about what happened that day out of respect for them and our fallen student.'' The class nodded in understanding. "Daniel Shreese, as you were all aware, was a very proud individual, especially proud of his karate skills. He was indeed one of our finest students in the dojo. Although he may have come off as a bit arrogant and aggressive, I knew that deep down he was a good person. I am honored to have been his sensei. It is with an incredibly heavy heart that we have lost one of our members of our pack. Let us strive to honor him every day, for once a Wolf Khan, always a Wolf Khan.''

"Wolf Khan, forever live on!'' the students spoke out. I couldn't bring myself to do the same.

"Wolf Khan, forever live on. I'll keep all of you updated on Daniel's funeral date. I hope all of you will be able to make it. That will be all, my students. Classes will resume next week. Be safe. Rei!''

We all bowed to our sensei before we were released. Students murmured once again as they made their way to the front doors. I remained in my position, a hurricane of thoughts storming in my mind as everyone and everything sort of became a blur.

"Quest? Quest...?''

A tap came to my shoulder. I looked up to see Katie with a concerned expression upon her face. "Hey Quest. Are you ok?''

I didn't give an answer, just shifted my gaze a bit.

"Stupid question. Of course you're not ok. I mean why would you? You saw Daniel get killed. That must've been terrible.''

Again, I said nothing as a sharp ache came to my stomach. Katie continued. "I just wanted to let you know...if you ever wanted to talk, I'm here for you."

I just nodded. Katie gave a small smile before giving a rather meek, "Bye.''

As she walked away, I opened my mouth to call to her. Say something! Call her name. Say you're sorry. Tell her thank you. Anything! But no sound came out of my mouth. I gave a deep, defeated sigh as Katie vanished out the door. Daniel was one of the last students going to leave.

"D-Daniel? Daniel!'' I spoke out, going after him. "Daniel.''

The dark-haired student stopped and peered over to me with those same, hard eyes.

I thought for a moment, trying to find my words. "The alley...I... are you...I didn't...''

Daniel just stared at me for a long minute before exiting the dojo without a single word. I let out a regretful breath before I felt an object on my back and saw that if was my karate master.

"Quest-san...I hope you don't despair for too long.''

"It's Daniel I'm worried about, Sensei,'' I answered. "I mean...Johnny and Daniel were pretty tight.''

"Daniel just needs time, as we all do. I'll keep an eye on him for a while. Though if I'm being honest, I must say I'm glad that you're ok, Quest-san. Losing Johnny is terrible, but if I'd lost you...''

Sensei Lawrusso paused. He bowed his head briefly before taking a deep breath as if to compose himself. The only thing I could think of was pat my master on his back while giving a small, but appreciative smile. He returned the gesture.

"Yes well...we can only take things one day at a time. Can I tempt you with dinner?''

I shook my head. "That sounds great, Sensei, but I'll pass. Just some things I'd like to meditate on.''

"Very well, but I insist tomorrow. I found a great new sushi bar I think you'll love. I leave you to lock up. Til tomorrow, Quest-san.''

My sensei and I bowed to each other before he left the dojo. I grew increasingly more dejected as the days went by. No matter what I did, whether it was training, working out, jogging, my mind just couldn't wrap around everything that had happened. That for some reason, I was half demon. I did everything in my power to keep myself calm as to not accidently change into that infernal form. I was at war with myself about going to church that Sunday, but I finally convinced myself to go. I dressed myself in a simple black suit with a white dress shirt and black tie. To finish, I draped my scarf over my shoulders, and I was at the congregation at nine am for the bible class. My biggest fear was that I would burst into flames once I step in, but finding I didn't even get so much as a sweat attack, lifted my spirits, but just a little. I sat in the back pew through Bible study going into the actual Sunday worship. The congregational songs, prayers, and sermon went by like a blur as I was lost in my thoughts. After two hours and a final, 'Amen,'' from the closing prayer, the morning worship service was done.

I quickly made my way out of the building. Not quite ready to go home, I decided to make a visit somewhere and called an Uber. Five minutes away. Thank God. My Uber, Ms. Gladis, arrived and I promptly hopped in, and we were on our way. Other than a polite greeting, my driver was nonetheless quiet through the trip, to my gratefulness. I haven't been in a talkative mood for days honestly. I scheduled a stop at a florist shop and bought a small bundle of roses, white tulips, and orchids. As we drove to our destination, I guess my driver, a female, took notice of the flowers as she spoke.

"Wow, those are lovely. Special occasion?''

"Yes ma'am...you could say that,'' I answered, trying to hide the somberness in my tone.

After another fifteen minutes of driving, we were traveling down a neighborhood. We passed by kids on bikes or playing, people sitting out on porches, I even caught the charcoal whiff of a nearby barbeque. Just people enjoying their Sunday. We finally came to a lone, house within a cul-de-sac at least...what was left of a house. What was supposed to be a two-story, vinyl home was instead a charred, damaged building. Glass was absent from all the windows, while vegetation grew high and hugged part of the building as if it were some massive, green parasite. Orange traffic cones stood like soldiers in front of the house to prevent trespassers from entering. I looked on at the ruined home and swallowed as my mouth went dry.

"Are you sure this is the place?'' my driver asked, apprehension in her voice with all good reason.

"Yes, ma'am. I won't be long.''

With flowers in hand, I exited the car and made my way up the pathway, dipping under a yellow tape. I walked past the debris that littered the grassy, overgrown front yard, past the traffic cones, and up the burned stairs and onto the damaged porch before entering through the doorless entrance. With a heavy heart, I gazed around the destroyed inside of the hollowed husk that was once a house. Wood, debris, and dust were scattered as far as the eye could see. The unpleasant smell of decay filled my nostrils. The walls were peeling and shriveled with holes throughout as if they were in the middle of a shootout. The ceiling was in no better shape as varying holes allowed me sight to some of the upstairs contents. Sunbeams poured through the holes and illuminated the lifeless area. It was quiet, save for the sound of chirping birds and the distant squealing of kids outside. A brief rustling from the distance came to my ears, but I ignored it, probably some raccoon or something that made this place its home.

Not wanting to make my driver wait, I carefully headed up the thickly dusted staircase, creaking with every step until I reached the landing of the second floor. I walked down the short hallway. Visions of a young boy running through the halls laughing, playing, squealing with joy as a beautiful, golden-haired woman joyfully chased him through the rooms. At the end of the hallway, I turned left and entered a rather spacious room. Like everywhere else, it too wasn't speared the devastation that be felled the house. Devoid of furniture, it was instead home to piles of filth, wreckage, and ash. The cindered remains of a closet were to my far left while the broken window ahead of me revealed a small balcony on the other side. Despite all litter and debris, the center of the room was cleared, only blanketed with a sheet of dust, soot, and dead stems and flowers. Light pooled the area of the floor. Taking a deep breath, I walked towards the center, knelt, and gently laid the bundle of flowers in the center.

"Here's some more flowers, Mom,'' I spoke softly. "It's Sunday, just got out of worship service. The singing and sermon were great as always. Brother Brewington sure knows how to deliver a mean, gospel. At least...I'm sure it was. Honestly, I wasn't paying much attention to the lesson today." I paused, raking a hand through my dreadlocks as I gripped my scarf. "A lot has happened recently. Things I'd believe could ever happen. I-I accidently got Johnny killed, I was attacked by demon assassins from Hell, and... I turned into a demon; a hellhound. I thought it was all a dream but this...''

I flicked my thumb into a thumbs up and a purple flame flicked alive over my thumb. After a few seconds, I tucked my thumb under my index finger, putting out the flame. My lips quivered as my nostrils flared a bit.

"Mom...what's happening to me? Someone told me I was a cambion'; a human demon hybrid. But that's bullshit! I know you weren't a demon. I know Dad wasn't a demon. So how could I turn into a damned demon dog? I knew things were weird with me growing up but-''

A smell came to my nose, herbal yet sweet. I bolted up, eyebrows furrowed and hands balled into fists as I quickly faced a girl standing in the doorway.

"Don't attack! I come in peace!'' the girl answered.

Skin white as snow with neck length, raven black hair with scarlet edges and a friendly smile upon her ink black lips.

"Rachel?'' I asked, my expression relaxing a bit.

"That's me! I hope I didn't scare you?''

"No, no. Well...just surprised. I wasn't expecting anyone to be here. You must really get around.''

"You could say that,'' the goth girl replied, walking towards me. She was wearing a black blazer with black jeans and boots, a black top hat on her head. "I kinda like exploring abandoned sites like this. Just something beautiful about these run-down places, ya know? Especially in my Sunday best!" She giggled. "So, what's a cool karate dude like you doing in a dank place like this?''

I frowned. "Well, I come here every now and then. Sometimes to reflect.''

"Really? A bit far from home to do that, isn't it? In fact, a lot of people usually reflect in the quiet of their home.''

"Yeah, well...I didn't want to go home yet. Plus...this place has sentimental value to me.'' My face fell as I turned and looked down at the flowers I placed.

Silence was among us save for the rusting of the trees outside in the breeze. Rachel appeared in my peripheral vision. "I'm guessing there's more context to this story I've come in?'' Rachel said, a hint of dejection in her voice.

I closed my eyes with a nod. "This used to be my home. Spent some of my childhood here, until...until the day I lost it. I'm kinda dealing with some recent discoveries. And I don't know what to do. While this place holds some terrible memories, it also gives a bit of relief to me, if that makes any sense? I know it sounds stupid, but-"

"It doesn't sound stupid, Quest." I looked at the pale girl. She took off her top hat, giving me a sympathetic smile. "I understand how you feel. Would you like to talk about it? If you need someone with an ear, I've got two.''

I couldn't help but chuckle softly at the small joke. "Thank you, Rachel, but my Uber driver is waiting. I told her I wouldn't be long. I should get going.''

Rachel nodded in understanding. "Gotcha. If that's the case, I'll boogie too. And I'm sorry for trespassing. I didn't mean to violate your old home.''

"No, no you totally fine! If anything...I'm glad to have been able to see you. Will you be alright? If you want, you can ride share with me. Give you a lift home. Those boots must be a killer to walk in?''

At this, my goth friend gave me a touched smile. "You're sweet, big guy, but I'll be fine. Well, I got a lotta places to be. I'm sure we'll see each other again soon.''

I smiled. "I'd like that. Offer still stands. If you wait outside, be happy to give you a ride.''

"A ride...maybe next time, handsome.'' Rachel winked at me. My face then became warm as if a hit towel was thrown on it. Rachel made her way to the door, but stopped, paused, and looked at me with a truly sympathetic expression. "I saw the news about your friend. It wasn't your fault. Just...make sure you know that.''

I gave Rachel a perplexed look and before I can ask what she meant, she disappeared into the hallway. I replayed her last words once or twice in my mind, trying to make sense of what she meant, but remembering my driver was waiting, I decided to push those thoughts aside for now. I took a knee and bowed my head, closing my eyes.

"Dear, Heavenly Father. Thank you for this beautiful day you have given us. Lord, I ask you to continue to bless Brother Brewington for giving another awesome message of your Word. Father, I ask a special prayer on behalf of my mother. I humbly pray that she is living an everlasting life of joy and praise in your kingdom dear Lord. And I thank you for sending your only begotten son to die for our sins. In Jesus name I do say, Amen.''

Opening my eyes, kissed the fresh flowers and stood up. After a final glance, I made my way out of the decrepit house and too my waiting Uber driver. I got in the backseat and fastened myself in. "I'm sorry if I took too long ma'am.''

"You're fine, love. Are you ok? Was getting worried when you went in that house.''

"I'm fine. I've been here plenty of times. Just had to give my respects, that's all.''

The driver shifted gears, and we left the cul-de-sac. While going through the neighborhood, I look around hoping to see a jet black, and scarlet hair.

"Excuse me, ma'am, but did you see where the girl dressed in black went?'' I asked.

"Girl dressed in black? I didn't see a girl come out,'' Ms. Gladis spoke.

"But I spoke with her in the house. She told me she was leaving-''

Ms. Gladis peered at me through the rearview mirror. "Didn't see anyone come in or out. Unless she left out the back door? You sure you're ok?''

I just stared at the driver as if she was going to say, 'Just kidding!' but it never came. To end further inquiries, I merely tried to play it off. "Yes, I'm good. You can disregard what I said.''

I then looked out the window, pretended to be interested in the outside world that quickly flew behind us. Did she not see Rachel go in or out? She was definitely there. But why didn't Ms. Gladis see her? Maybe she did enter and go out the back? That would explain the rustling I heard. I then remembered what she said, and I felt my face becoming hot again.

"Wait...did she call me handsome?'' I thought to myself. "Oh my God...are goth girls my type?!''

It was nearing three a.m. when I was in the dojo practicing my kata. After hours of tossing and turning, I finally gave up the battle that was going to sleep and decided to just train. With the dojo windows blinds down and shut, I only had two lamps to act as my sources of light. In grey sweat shorts and shirtless, I went through the various motions of my karate form. From blocking in horse stances, to sharp kicks and punches, to gracefully swaying my hands and breathing throughout, I practiced my form for about an hour now. Though my body was going through the motions that I've trained and honed since I was nine years old, my mind was far from the thoughts of karate.

"Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw, you're a hellhound?!" Blitzo's voice echoed in my head.

I did a mid-elbow strike in a horse stance.

"A hellhound, buddy! Y'know like my Loonie here-"

I executed a reverse round house kick and swayed into a front stance, my hands like claws with one above my head and the other bent slightly outwards.

"If you were born on Earth and if this was the first time you've transformed, then you must be a...cambion!'' Moxxie's voice spoke. "A cambion. They're the offspring of a human and a demon. Human-demon hybrids in this case...''

I gritted my teeth, my hands balling into fists.

"A hellhound..."

"Bullshit. It can't be. I can't be a hellhound. I can't be half demon... I'M NOT!''

I spun and performed a powerful, reverse punch, my arm muscles tensed. A plume of Amythest fire burst from my fist, soaring through the air, and disappearing just before it hit the front window. I jumped back with a surprised cry, not expecting the display in the slightest.

"The actual heck-?'' I breathed in slight distress.

I looked at my hands as if they were supposed to do some grand demonstration.

"H-How am I even doing this?''

Though horrified, my curiosity got the better of me as I clutched my fists tightly. With both arms tensed, my breathing increased and with a yell I punched at the ground. A fiery blast of purple struck the matt in front of me, causing a small fire to start.

"Aw shit!'' I hissed, desperately stomping out the flames before it sprung the fire alarm.

The burnt smell of rubber lingered in the air, a scorch mark now on the mat. I groaned, burying my face in my hands.

"Great. Hey Sensei! Oh, the burn mark? I was training when I suddenly found out that I'm a firebender! Yeah, he'll really get a kick out of that,'' I grumbled.

I let out a cry of frustration. "I'll clean that mark later. Time for a breather.''

I made my way up to my loft upstairs and plopped myself on my couch in the living room. I wearily glanced across the room. The walls were decorated with plaques, certificates, and awards won in days past along with a few pictures. A large cabinet filled with shimmering gold trophies and medals stood neatly in their places on both sides while a large, flat screen T.V. and a PlayStation 5 and controllers stood in the center space of the cabinet. A small desk was to my right that had my laptop on its surface. Near the T.V. cabinet was a display stand filled with magazines and newspapers. A tan colored rug laid in the space between me and the T.V. Overall a simple layout.

The frustration, confusion, fear, and distress I've been feeling for days made me nauseous. Blitzo's and Moxxie's word replaying in my head like a broken record with images of myself in that God forsaken canine form.

"Jesus Christ...what's happening to me?'' I asked desperately.

I then looked over to my laptop and decided to make my way over to the desk and sit down. After powering up the device, I then Googled the word 'Cambion' in the search bar. Lists of links appeared on the paged and I clicked the first one to come up: Cambion-Wikipedia. I read aloud.

"In European mythology and literature, a cambion (/ˈkæmbiən/) is the offspring produced from a human-demon sexual union, typically involving an incubus or a succubus. In the word's earliest known uses, it was interchangeable with changeling."

I reread the passage three more times as if maybe something would change, but I knew better. It didn't stop my anxiety from spiking up, however. I went back to the previous page and clicked on another link: Cambion-Forgotten Realms Wiki-Fandom. It brought me to a page with the image of a red skinned, winged humanoid demon in battle armor holding a crude spear of some kind. I scrolled down until I came to a section labeled 'Society' and began reading its contents.

"The mothers of true cambions always died in childbirth, serving to strand the newborn on the Material Plane, where it would be orphaned, or in the Abyss where it would be abused by the demons who looked down upon such children. Never accepted by either society, cambions invariably grew up bitter and twisted but, due to their powers, they often became exceptional assassins. Many though, were made ambassadors to the worshipers of various demonic powers, usually Graz'zt, Demogorgon, Orcus and Lolth.[8]

Loners by nature, they liked to get lost in the crowds of large cities, especially in places where people didn't ask questions. Good-aligned cambions were rare, but sometimes, if their mother was good- or neutral-aligned, they took on her non-evil nature and were subsequently doomed to a life of loneliness, as not even their demonic patrons would accept them.[8]

Cambions excelled in luring mortals to the Abyss; the only demons better at it were succubi. They then warned demons of the mortals' approach and let them do what they did best so the souls could be turned into larvae or manes

Cambions were very ambitious and always put as much effort as they could into whatever they attempted, maybe either to prove themselves to a parent or to themselves, but regardless, they made great leaders, information brokers, etc. and they were often catalysts for major events.[8]

Cambions bred true with each other, but they often preferred to seek out humanoid mates to create tiefling chil"

Not comforting in the slightest. However, I reread the first line of the passage. "The mothers of true cambions always died in childbirth-"

My heart sank like a stone. "Mothers of Cambions dies in childbirths?!"

"No...it couldn't...'' I muttered, getting up and pacing the room. "But Mom didn't die at childbirth. She was with me for years until...unless...was she even my real mother? I mean she was white and I'm black, but so what? So was my dad. Plenty of mixed-race marriages in the world! But I KNOW Mom wasn't a demon nor my dad. They were both good Christians...both good people! H-Hellhound...this is why. This is why I've been so freakishly strong all these years! How I could run fast, go days without getting tired, heal quickly! Is this why I've been so great in karate? I'm a fraud! A fake! What would Sensei Lawrusso think?''

I stopped pacing and saw my beloved diamond patterned scarf folded neatly on the couch. I took it in my hands, stared at it, and brought it to my forehead and closed my eyes. "M-Maybe she really wasn't my mother? Could I have been adopted? We're one of my real parents a demon and the other human? NO! Everything Mom taught me...her killer...wait! I killed Xander. I promised I would only kill her murderer, but I killed Xander instead! Does this mean I can't kill them anymore? Do I have to let him walk free now? Does this mean Mom can never rest in peace? Does this scarf not mean anything now? No...no! FUCK! DAMN IT!''

My soul shattered as fragile glass as these thoughts swirled in my mind. I feel down on my knees in despair as I buried my face in my hands. I cursed repeatedly. I usually tried not to, but now, I didn't care. Like after a hurricane, my whole world was turned upside down. Everything I knew, everything I am... a lie. My skills. My accomplishments. Everything! People avoiding me including most of the dojo, it all made sense now. I was a freak. An abomination. A cambion. With hellish abilities allowing me to shoot fire, punch craters in cement, hearing humming coming from downstairs...

"What?'' I asked, quizzically.

I heard the faint, but undeniable sound of someone humming from downstairs. I sniffed as smell came to my nostrils. "Sulfur? No...apples?''

I got up and made my way carefully downstairs. I made it to the doorway that led to the dojo, the humming louder than when I was upstairs. Whoever it was...it wasn't Sensei. That wasn't his voice and he usually never came here at such an hour. I took a deep breath and spoke a prayer softly. "Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For you are with me; Your rod and your staff, they comfort me."

Pushing aside my fear, I gripped the doorknob and opened the door.

"Who's there?'' I beckoned fearlessly. "Whoever you are, you're trespassing. Leave or-"

"I gotta say, that is one intense looking gentleman! So stern and strict looking!'' a jolly toned, male voice suddenly spoke out.

I froze in my spot. The main lights were off, with only the lamps likes on, making the dojo dimly lit. In the shadows towards the front of the dojo I noticed a figure standing before the portrait if Grandmaster Kim Pei-Sun. Though shadowed, I could tell the figure was standing with his hands behind his back. I clenched my fists, ready to fight.

"I said who's there! I'm giving you a chance to leave...now!''

Two glowing yellow eyes suddenly looked towards my way. I jumped back into my fighting stance, my fists raised in front of me. The eyes blinked before suddenly...

"Oh-ho! Are you-yes! There he is the man of the hour! Get over here, my boy!''

I frowned quizzically. "W-What?! I don't know who you are, but-"

"Oh, come on, now! Don't be shy, get over here so I can see you better!''

An invisible force suddenly pulled me quickly across the matt. I gave a cry of fright as I stopped in the mat's center. I heard a snap sound, and the main lights suddenly came. I stepped back as I made the most perplexed, yet alarmed expression I've ever made. It was a slender man of short stature, probably the same height as my chest. He was dressed in a white suit complete with a black bow tie. On his head was a wide brimmed top hat that had a red apple along with a golden worm or snake wrapped around the base and from what I could see he had blonde hair. The 'snake', I guess was also wrapped around three, protruding gold spikes... some sort of crown maybe? He wore knee high black boots, and I noticed his suit jacked was popped collared and red lined. Under his suit coat was a red and white striped shirt of some kind with eight golden buttons on the other jacket with black strings going across each button, 'locking' the jacket in place. His hands were a dark grey which I think might be gloves which in his hands were a cane with a red apple at the top. A feature I found prominent was that his skin on his face was an unnatural snow white with red circles on his cheeks. What is he, a clown? His eyes were light yellow with red pupils. His mouth was filled with noticeably pointed, sharp teeth as he gave me a wide, toothy smile.

"There you are!'' the stranger exclaimed excitedly. "Huh, a little baby faced than I was expecting, but those muscles! No stranger to the gym, eh? Ha, ha...by golly you're sweaty!''

I just scrunched up my face at the display I was seeing. What was going on here?! "What? Look sir, this dojo is closed and you're trespassing. Can I help you with something?''

"Do-who? Dojo?'' asked the stranger.

"Yes, dojo. A karate dojo for training.''

"Ah so THAT'S what this is? No wonder it smells like feet in here cause woo-wee! Might want to, uh, spray some air refresher in here.''

I frowned. "Sir, what do you want? Otherwise, I'm calling the police. So, I'm just going to ask you once: who are you?''

"Who am I?!" gasped the trespasser, as if I just said something offensive. "Mother of me, what are demons teaching you in school these days?''

"Demons? Wait...so you're from Hell?'' I asked making fists and going into a sort of fighting position. "Did those I.M.P guys send you?''

"I.M.P? Never heard of em'! But I'm not only from Hell, I AM Hell, my boy! Own it. The face of it. And trust me, Son...no body 'sends me' anywhere.'' The man brushed himself off and placed both hands on his cane, flashing me a rather devilish smile. "Who am I? I'm only the big boss of Hell himself! Lucifer Morningstar! Charmed, I'm sure.''

My mouth became a jar while I winced at the white clad, clown intruder. Did I hear that correctly? I didn't need to call the police; I needed to call the psychiatric ward...that or the Ringling Bros.

"I'm sorry, you're who?''

"Lucifer! Ya know...The Morningstar? Creation's Most Hated Being? He Who Plays a Mean Fiddle-OH COME ON! I'm the Bible for Heaven's sakes!''

"Yeah...I call bull,'' I stated dryly, crossing my arms.

This so called, 'Lucifer' flashed me an annoyed scowl. "Ok, buddy, what part of 'Big boss of Hell itself', don't you understand?''

"The short part," I answered, eyeing him up and down.

This earned me an unamused frown followed by, to my surprise, a chuckle. "Okie-dokie then. Guess someone doesn't believe...let's change that.''

Without warning, six white wings with red feathers burst from his back. They flapped, causing a great gust of wind that blew me slamming back against the wall before I slid to the ground. I looked at the demon in alarm as he suddenly rose in the, his eyes glowing red with a truly sadistic smile upon his sharp toothed mouth. Balls of fire appeared in his palms before he quickly waved both of his hands. The dojo was instantly engulfed in a raging, roaring wildfire. I looked around in terror as my Sensei's place of training was burning around. Suddenly flashes of a house on fire flashed before my eyes along with a blood splattered room. A dead body. A kid screaming and crying in my ears. I started hyperventilating, a cold sweat soaking into my soul despite being in the heat of the fiery blaze.

"Stop! Stop! STOP IT!'' I bellowed, clutching my head as if keeping it from splitting in two.

Suddenly silence. I peered open my eyes and blinked. The fire...it was gone! Everything looked like as if nothing happened. I then looked up to see the demon, still in the air, his eyes aglow, holding his apple cane with a smirk on his face. He descended to the floor, his wings folding before disappearing.

"Uh-huh. That's what I thought. Now you believe me?''

I did. I really did. That was no hallucination. My body was cold and trembling as the realization hit me: truly this was the fallen angel the good book mentioned. "L-Lucifer...?''

"There we go! I do have a way with persuasion! Sure, it was a bit over the top but like I say: if you need to go big...go BIG!'' The then stepped forwards and stretched out his cane to me. "Alrighty! Up and at'em!''

I stared at the cane, then Lucifer, and then back at the cane before taking the apple head by the hand. Lucifer pulled me up with little ease. For a short guy he was rather strong. This only added to my already unnerved demeanor.

"U-Um thank you...sir? So, you're really Lucifer?''

"The one in only!''

"So... why are you here? What do you want from me?''

"It's like I said, my boy! You're the man of the hour! The new act in my circus of Hell!''

I looked at him like he was crazy. "I don't understand.''

From inside his jacket, Lucifer took out...a phone? The ruler of Hell had a cell phone? He taps the screen a few times before showing me his phone an arm wrapped around my shoulders. "Seems like you've caused quite a ruckus,'' Lucifer explained.

I looked at him awkwardly before shifting my eyes to the contents of his phone. It was a video...about me?! The camera was a bit shaky and seemed to have been taken from an ariel view that was three or four floors up. From someone's apartment or office maybe? Either way it provided a perfect view of the scene. I was on my knees, my stomach and chest shimmering with crimson as Xander walked his way towards me. I saw myself exchanging words with the murderer but couldn't make out what we were saying due to the distance. Then it happened. A pillar of purple fire erupted around me and was gone as quickly as it came. There I was, in that hellish, canine like form. I swallowed, as I saw myself rip off Xander's arm before striking him with a flaming punch, killing him.

"Holy shit, that was cray-cray!'' a voice exclaimed.

The video ends. Despite happening days ago, I felt like I had seen it for the first time in my life, but any reflection I could've had been interrupted by an astonished chuckle.

"See! I'm not one for watching much T.V, but THAT was some damn good television!'' Lucifer exclaimed, putting his phone away. "So... show me.''

"What?'' I blinked.

"Show me how you pulled off that fabulous trick! C'mon, don't be shy!''

I shook my head. "It's not like I really know how to do it! It was the first time that's ever happened to me. I haven't done it since and frankly, I'm keeping it that way. So, if you think I'm ever going to transform like that again-"

Lucifer just chuckled rather darkly. "Now, now don't be like that. But when I say show me...fucking show me!''

The fallen angel's eye suddenly flashed red. My body temperature sharply spiked up as all my muscled tensed up. W-What was happening?! My body jerked and twisted briefly before I finally gave out a yell. My vision was blinded by a fiery purple. It lasted for only a few seconds before my vision was restored and the blazing stopped. I felt my body as I looked down at my hands. Black furred. Light purple underbelly. Sharp, black claws for nails. I whipped my head toward the front mirrors of the dojo and saw that I was now once a gain a hellhound, the first time since I was in Hell.

"There we go! Now that wasn't so hard, was it?'' said Lucifer with joy. "Aw, look at you. Aren't you a cute little pupper! Doggie want a biscuit?'' In a red puff of sparkling smoke, a bone shaped dog treat appeared in his hand. He waved it in my face only for me to growl in annoyance.

"Enough! I'm not eating a dog treat! And how did you make me transform?''

"Well, it's like I said ah-I'm sorry, what was your name?''

"Quest,'' I answered darkly.

Lucifer grinned. "Like I said, Quest, I'm the king of Hell. There are few things my powers can't do.''

I just glared at the demon, but still internally understanding what he meant. He continued. "But that's not all, is it? According to the video, this little pup can do magic tricks! Show me!''

I rolled my eyes while letting out a sigh. Not knowing what else to do, I remembered what happened earlier. I balled a fist, tensed my muscles and with a grunt I delivered a side punch to the air. A fiery blast of amethyst burst from my fist before vanishing in the air.

"Fantastic!'' applauded Lucifer. "Stupendous! You really are a fascinating creature, my boy!''

"Gee, thanks,'' I grumbled. I then closed my eyes, brought my hands to my head, and thought hard. "Change back, change back. Please change back!''

I opened my eyes and once again was I was blinded by a purple inferno and then suddenly vanished. I looked at the mirror to see I had returned to normal. "Thank Jesus.''

"And the pup turns back to human. Seriously what's the deal with that? And the fire show? A little context, if you please.'' Lucifer brought his cane in front of him, both hand over the apple as he looked at me with a half lidded, waiting expression. I then noticed his eye lids were a light purplish shine to them. Was he wearing mascara or something? Maybe this guy really does wear makeup. I quickly tossed those thoughts aside, raking a hand through my dreadlocks.

"I don't know what to tell you. Like I said, that was the first time it happened when you showed me the video. Someone said that I was something called...a 'cambion' and-''

"I'm sorry...what was that?''

"A...cambion?" I repeated.

Lucifer's eyes widened. "Oh...shit! Ahahaha...well slap me like a Stooge and call me Curly! Fuck!''

I just stared at him as he paced about making grand gestures and calling out idioms. I was even tempted to tackle him as if he was going mad until he finished and looked at me with a rather...apprehensive expression.

"So you're a cambion? Well, that was unexpected.''

I shrugged. "I mean...apparently, I guess. But what's the big deal?''

"Oh nothing. It's just...cambions don't just walk down the street everyday all willy nilly. They're quite rare. In fact, I haven't heard a Cambion being born in centuries!''

"Centuries? That long?" I asked, my interest piqued. "So even by Hell's standards I'm unique?''

At this Lucifer made an awkward face, looking side to side nervously as if he was caught stealing candy. "Uh...sure! Let's go with that.''

I raised an eyebrow suspiciously. What was that response? What was he not telling me? The king of Hell continued. "Any who! Quest, Quest, my dear boy, Quest. So you're half human and half demon...a child of two worlds. This is an awkward situation. Tell me, has anyone seen you transform?''

"I mean, yes. Loads of people. You even have a video of it.''

"But has any HUMANS, see you transform?''

I thought for a moment. "No...no one on Earth knows. I made sure not to transform as much as I can.''

"Smart lad, I like that!'' Lucifer beamed. He then started circling me, eyeing me closely. "And it's best we keep it that way. Now what to do with you? Hmm I just don't know. What do you think, ?''

In a poof of red smoke and... a rubber ducky appeared in his hand? Not only that but he began to whisper and talk to the inanimate object. "What do you think? Uh huh? Oh yeah? No...! Yeah...?! Kiss me I love it! You always have the best answers, don't you ? Yes you do!''

As Lucifer continued cooing and nuzzling the duck, I gave a stupefied frown. "There's no way this is the same Lucifer as in the Bible,'' I muttered to myself.

"So!" Lucifer cleared his throat, standing tall as his duck vanished in another poof of smoke. "After careful deliberation I have decided on my judgement befitting you, Quest Cambion-"

I stood ready, but for what I didn't know. A fight? To run? Was being a cambion illegal? Was this actually some trial? I swallowed an anxious gulp. "W-Was this some sort of trial? Am I being sentenced?''

"Say what? Oh no, dear boy! Nothing of that nature. You're fine!'' Lucifer answered with a wide, toothy grin. I felt a bit of relief, but I still stayed on my guard. Lucifer continued with a dignified cough. "But as I was saying, I Lucifer: Deadly Sin of Pride, High Emperor King of all Hell, degree that you, Quest Cambion, being a scion of both Hell and the Earthly coil, be granted the high honor and privilege of inter-realm travel!''

My mouth fell to the floor. What did I just hear? "I-I'm sorry—what?!'' I spoke in disbelief.

Lucifer just responded by lifting a hand towards me. It started glowing a deep red and to my shock my hand started trembling before jolting me forwards as if it was possessed. I gave a cry as my hand grabbed the demon king's for a handshake. Before I could protest, my hand also started glowing red as a sort of energy like golden thread began to circle around our hands, followed by an intense burning sensation on my part. I grunted and hissed in pain, but Lucifer just gave me a half lidded, sly smile his eyes ever glowing dimly. It wasn't even a full minute when the glow of our hands faded away. I instantly drew back my aching, burning hand to see a glowing symbol of some kind! I don't know quite how to describe it. It was sort of an upside-down triangle with the bottom tip continuing to form two curves on both sides. Two lines went down from the upper corners of the triangle, crossed each other, and went out of the three-sided shape. Connecting with the two bottom curves in the center space was a 'V'. I stared at the foreign symbol, glowed red as if it was the result of a hot iron branding. I looked up at Lucifer, my palm still burning.

"What the hell is this?!''

Lucifer grinned. "Just a little gift to you from moi! That right there is my own personal sigil, and your key between Earth and Hell. Just raise your hand and a gateway to my realm will be opened to you. Ain't that just loverly?!''

I frowned in confusion. "You mean...I can go to Hell and back with this?''

"Yes sir! You and ONLY you! Can't have a Hellborn waltzing into this dump all willy nilly now, can we?''

"And why would I ever want to go back to that God forsaken place? I didn't even want to go the first time!'' I countered.

"Well since you're half demon, I figured it was only fair,'' Lucifer answered, adjusting his coat. "You now have a privilege few in Hell have and besides...you should know your demon heritage! I'm sure we can find you a place within the ranks although that might be a-''

Lucifer was cut off by the blaring of music as he again took out his cell phone. Was that clown music? The same kind of music one would hear at a circus or fun house? Come to think of it, Lucifer's overall appearance kinda resembles a ringmaster. The king of Hell really is a clown. I watched as Lucifer's eyes suddenly widened as he visibly faltered looking rather...distressed.

"O-Oh fuck! Uh-well-I-I think that's about it! Nice to meet you Quist!''

"Quest,'' I corrected.

"Zest!"

"Quest!"

"Tim. Anyway! I better be hitting the old dusty trail. You have my sigil. It'll be your guide in between worlds. Oh! And never, NEVER allow humans to see you in your demon form or it'll be a bad day for you! Now I really must skedaddle. Farewell...and good luck.''

I tried to protest. I tried to catch him. I still have a million more questions but before I could even open my mouth, Lucifer was enveloped in a plume of sparking red and was gone.

Back upstairs I sat on the couch in silence as I tried to piece together just what the actual fuck had just happened. "Lucifer was in my home...THE actual devil...and he's a short clown of a figure?!'' I got up and started pacing, looking at the symbol now etched in my palm like a tattoo. "I can apparently go back and forth to Hell with this? Half demons? Hellhounds?"

I went over to the kitchen, took out a knife, and wrapped my hand around the blade. With a quick motion, I pulled the knife from my hand. I winced and gritted my teeth as a sharp stinging shot throughout my hand and I felt the warm and sticky fluid of my blood. I held out my hand over the sink and opened my palm and I winced at the deep, bleeding cut on my hand. There was the proof of it... this isn't a dream. Before I could even wash off the blood, the cut gradually started to close as if being sewed shut by invisible thread. The bleeding had stopped, and the wound was gone as if I was never cut.

Despite being healed, the display his made me feel even more terrible. There was no more denying it. "I really am a cambion...''

I sort of just stumbled my pay back onto the couch. My world was crashing all around me. My talents, my wins, my accomplishments were all a life. Cheaply earned by the demon blood running in my veins. The years of practicing the very religion taught to me by my mother...if she was even my mother, all wasted. There's no way God would ever grant me eternal salvation as I am. A cursed soul of the damned. After thinking deeply so much I started to get a headache, I finally made my decision.

"I don't belong here. I never did. I should be with my own kind.''

It took me only few minutes to get dressed in a dark blue sweatsuit and a pair of sneakers. I packed a backpack with my Switch, some sleep wear, and some snacks while I pocketed my wallet. I stood in the middle of my living room, taking a long, last look around at my home. All the trophies, plaques, karate belts, medals...everything that was cheaply earned. The more I looked around, the more my heart ached. Just as I turned around to the door, my eyes fell upon my diamond pattered scarf on the handrest of the couch. My lips quivered as I gave a disgusted, angered glare. The fabric that had been a source of strength and comfort to me all these years...it should be in the trash. I should just burn it. I went over and snatched up the scarf, preparing to burn it in a purple blaze of fire! But as I stared at the cloth, I saw images of a boys squealing with joy as he wrapped it around his neck before hugging his mother tightly. I felt my eyes become misty, pinching them shut as a tear rolled down my face. I couldn't do it. With a sigh, I wrapped my scarf around my neck and headed downstairs. At the front desk I took out a paper and pen and started to write.

Dear Sensei Lawrusso,

I'm leaving the dojo. It turns out that I wasn't worthy of your teachings after all. After much reflection, I've decided that I don't belong here. I never really did. Thank you for being there for me all those years. Thank you for letting me live in the top loft. I'm sorry for tainting the karate style that you've chosen me to learn. Please tell Kaite I'm sorry. Please tell Daniel I'm sorry. I'm sorry for failing you, Sensei. Wolf Khan, forever live on.

-Quest-san.

It took all the strength I had to keep myself from tearing up as I placed the note on the desk. I bowed before making my way to the center of the mat. I gave one last, somber look around the darkened dojo...my home. I then faced the mirrors, seeing that pathetic, lost expression on my face. You deserve to be there, you freak. You demon. Remembering what Lucifer had said, I looked at the demonic marking on my palm before raising it outwards in front of me. What now? Do I just wait? Not knowing what else to do, I just plainly thought loudly in my head...

"To Hell?''

In the mirror, the mark started to glow red, causing a tingling, slightly burning sensation in my hand. Suddenly, a larger image of the sigil appeared in front of me, crimson glowing and burning as if ignited by red flames. I stared at the burning symbol before for a moment, the glowing and sensation feeling of my hand having now stopped. With my scarf around my neck and backpack on my shoulders, I took a deep breath, gave one last look at the dojo, and stepped through the portal.

Progress: Level Up.

Accessories: Daimond Patterned Scarf and Backpack

Form Unlocked: Hellhound

Abilities Gained: Creed of Okami, Power of Fire

New Ability: Mark of Lucifer (Allows interplane travel between Earth and Hell)