Deralak walked the woods slowly, his large, red winged body trailing small flames. Deralak was a lesser demon, but still quite powerful. He had forsaken his kin, and there lust for the blood of innocents, when he had fallen in love with a beautiful human woman. Deralak had gaurded her for many years before finally being attacked by a group of twenty werewolves. He had slain them almost to the last one, but before he had noticed anything wrong, he had found his wife dead, her throat torn out by a wicked bite. Deralak had hunted the werewolf down with a vengence, and had finally learned its name. "Gorex, when I find you, I'll rip your head from your shoulders and feast upon your soul," Deralak said in his gutteral demonic language. Deralak walked for many minutes before finding the trail of a couple of werewolves that had just attacked a small merchant caravan. He smelled the air and took off at a run, grabing his fiery blade from his hip and launching a fireball at the nearest tree. He ran for a few hours, finally catching up with the beasts. He flapped his huge wings and took to the air, gaining an instant advantage.
"Derak, what is that smell?" Kalan asked growling. Kalan sniffed the air a couple times and looked to Derak for an explanation. Derak followed suit, smelling the air, and became shocked. "Demon! Run for your life my brother!" Derak yelped. The two started running as fast as their four legs could carry them. They ran into a clearing, and a beast dropped from the sky itself.
"There you are, my little pests," Deralak said smuggly in common tounge, "I've been hunting you two for many hours, I found your little attack on the merchants quite wrong, and as a law abiding demon, I sentence you both to death," Deralak stalked the two small creatures, his fiery blade shining before their eyes. "I am Derak, son of Gorex, and this is my brother Kalan. In my father's name, stand down demon!" Derak said proudly. Deralak just laughed at this puny creatures stupid pride. He stalked closer, putting his blade back on his hip. "O prideful fool, fight me with what your maker gave you, both of you, at once, I shall not use my blade," Deralak said cockily. The two beasts lunged forward, maws snapping at Deralaks legs. Deralak dodged to the side, knowing well what happens when demons were bitten, and slugged Kalan in the side of his head. Kalan went down fast, and Derak howled at the loud snapping sound as his beloved brothers neck slammed into a large rock. "Brother!" Derak screamed in wolfish, and rose to his hind legs, still only coming up a little past Deralak's waist. Derak lunged at Deralak, and scratched his arm, drawing a deep gash. Deralak returned the scratch with another punch, strait to the unfortuane creature's chest, breaking all the ribs, and crushing its heart. Derak fell back shocked. "d**n you demon," he gasped, then fell over dead.
Deralak just smiled, his fangs showing over his bottom lip. "How can you d**n the d**ned?" he replied smartly, and took to the air. He had heard of a man named Kane, who also hunted the werewolves. Deralak would meet this Kane, and see how this, human, could take down werewolves almost with as much effiency as he.