The night was still and quiet, but it didn’t last. The moment the High Rise Devil descended on Mike's home, the silence shattered like glass. His wings beat through the air with monstrous force, the gusts rattling the windows. Mike, barely able to catch his breath after the horrors of the previous night, thought he was safe. But the nightmare was far from over.

The High Rise Devil had found him.

With a deafening crash, the creature smashed through the back door, splintering wood and glass in an explosion of destruction. There was no attempt at stealth; the very air seemed to tremble with every step he took. His wings unfurled, dark feathers scraping against the walls as he moved through the house, tearing apart everything in his path. Furniture was flung across rooms, picture frames shattered, and the floors buckled under his immense weight. The house, once a sanctuary, had become a crumbling ruin under the devil's wrath.

Mike scrambled out of bed, heart pounding with terror. The crash and chaos from downstairs told him exactly who had arrived. He could hear the High Rise Devil’s monstrous movements—deep growls and the cracking of walls as the creature methodically destroyed the house. There was no escape through the windows; he was trapped.

Desperation fueled Mike’s actions. He grabbed the shotgun he’d hidden in the closet—his last line of defense against whatever horrors were hunting him. Every step toward the door felt like a lifetime. The High Rise Devil’s footsteps grew louder, closer. Mike’s grip tightened on the gun, knowing that the fight for his life had begun.

The devil was right outside his door now. Mike could hear its heavy breathing, the air trembling as it took its next step. Time was running out.

Without thinking, Mike kicked the door open and fired.

The blast of the shotgun echoed through the house, the powerful shot hitting the High Rise Devil square in the chest. The creature staggered back, blood splattering against the walls. For a brief moment, Mike allowed himself to hope—until the devil snarled in fury. To Mike’s horror, the creature’s body shimmered and twitched unnaturally.

Before Mike could even process what was happening, the High Rise Devil’s wounds began to heal at an alarming rate. Flesh twisted and reformed as bones snapped back into place like they were nothing more than playthings. The gaping wound from the shotgun blast slowly sealed itself, and within moments, the devil stood whole again—more monstrous, more terrifying than before.

Mike’s heart raced. The shotgun blast had done nothing. He realized with horror that time was running out.

The High Rise Devil stood tall, eyes glowing crimson with rage. Mike, with no other option, turned and bolted for the door. He dashed down the hallway, his feet pounding against the floor as the creature’s heavy steps followed behind. Its wings scraped the walls, and its growls filled the air, sending chills down his spine.

But to Mike’s surprise, the devil didn’t follow immediately. It paused in the middle of the house, seeming to take its time as it regenerated its wounds. Mike didn’t wait to see if it would give chase. He grabbed the keys to his car, rushed out the front door, and ran over the jagged glass and debris scattered across the driveway.

He heard the beat of the High Rise Devil’s wings again as the creature healed itself, the sound of its flight growing fainter in the distance. Mike didn’t look back; he couldn’t afford to. He just had to get away.

Mike jumped into the car and slammed the accelerator to the floor. The tires screeched as he raced down the empty streets. The High Rise Devil wasn’t far behind. Mike could feel the oppressive presence of the creature, a weight on his chest, as its wings tore through the air above. He pushed the car to its limits, willing himself to outrun the nightmare chasing him.

But as he glanced nervously in the rearview mirror, something unexpected happened—the High Rise Devil veered off. The red glow of its eyes disappeared into the night. Mike’s breath came ragged, and he slowed down, allowing himself a moment of hope. He was alone—at least for now.

Just as Mike thought he had escaped, the air around him grew heavier. Something more sinister was out there. His eyes darted to the sky, and his heart sank as he saw another figure—a silhouette even more terrifying than the High Rise Devil.

Perched atop the creature’s back, riding like a dark sentinel in the night sky, was the Black Angel. The figure’s cold, calculating presence was unmistakable, and its wings spread out, casting shadows over the city as they flew in search of Mike. The Black Angel’s mere existence added a new layer of dread. This was no longer just a fight for survival against a terrifying monster. Now, Mike was facing something much darker—something far more dangerous.

The Black Angel had come. And now, he rode alongside the High Rise Devil, the two of them united in their mission to hunt Mike down.

Mike’s heart sank further. There was no escape. The Black Angel was relentless, cold, and calculating. He had no idea how far this nightmare would go, or if he would survive it at all. The once-quiet night was now filled with terror, and the air buzzed with the presence of these two predators. Together, they were unstoppable.

The High Rise Devil and the Black Angel disappeared into the night, their mission clear. Mike’s pulse raced as he drove on, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that they were always right behind him, waiting for the right moment to strike.

It wasn’t just the monsters he had to outrun anymore. It was the terrifying knowledge that they were hunting him, that his life was no longer his own. Mike had no idea how long he could keep running, how much longer he could survive in a world where the line between nightmare and reality had blurred.

As the two figures disappeared into the darkness, Mike realized the truth: escaping the High Rise Devil had been the easy part. Now, with the Black Angel in the sky, his fight for survival had become something far more perilous, and Mike was trapped in a nightmare that was only just beginning.

Th False Safety

The city sprawled out before Mike like a maze of concrete and steel, each street offering him only the illusion of safety. His pulse hammered in his chest as he sped through the empty streets, the engine of his car roaring beneath him. Every time he glanced in the rearview mirror, his blood ran cold. The Black Angel and the High Rise Devil were still there, hovering just outside his vision, watching. Their presence loomed over him, a constant reminder that he was not free.

Mike’s thoughts raced, trying to process everything that had happened in the past few hours. He had barely managed to escape the High Rise Devil, only to realize that something worse had been waiting for him all along. The Black Angel was no mere myth. It was real—and it was hunting him.

The chill in the air seemed to intensify as he passed under the flickering streetlights, casting long shadows that danced like specters across the pavement. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles ached. He couldn’t afford to make a mistake. If he did, it would be over. There was no room for error.

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His mind flickered back to the night before, to the horror of seeing his house destroyed, to the maddened fury of the High Rise Devil. He had been naive to think that escaping the creature would be enough. The High Rise Devil’s power was immense, and its healing abilities made it nearly impossible to defeat. But it wasn’t just the devil he had to worry about now.

The Black Angel… it was something else entirely. The way it moved, the way it watched—there was a cold intelligence behind its eyes, something far beyond the brutality of the High Rise Devil. It wasn’t just hunting him for sport. The Black Angel had a purpose, a reason for its pursuit. And that thought terrified Mike more than anything.

He didn’t know what it wanted, but he knew one thing for certain: it wasn’t going to stop until it had him.

A sudden jolt of panic surged through Mike as he spotted something in the corner of his eye. The night sky above seemed to ripple, the air distorting in a way that made his skin crawl. He slammed on the brakes, skidding to a halt just as the Black Angel appeared in the distance, descending from the sky with terrifying grace. Its wings spread wide, casting an imposing shadow across the city as it swooped toward him.

Mike’s heart skipped a beat. It was coming for him. He had no choice but to keep moving. He slammed the gearshift into drive, speeding away again, his tires screeching against the pavement.

The Black Angel gave chase, its wings cutting through the night air with a speed and precision that defied logic. It moved like a phantom, appearing and disappearing in the blink of an eye. Mike’s mind raced, trying to come up with a plan, but there was no plan. How could he fight something like this? How could he survive against an entity so far beyond his comprehension?

His mind flickered back to the High Rise Devil. Maybe he could outrun it. Maybe the devil wasn’t as fast as the Black Angel. He pushed the car harder, the engine screaming in protest as he tore down the street. He had to shake them off. He had to get somewhere safe. Somewhere they couldn’t reach him.

But as he turned a corner, his hopes were dashed. Another figure appeared, blocking his path—a man, tall and cloaked in black. His face was obscured by a hood, but his eyes gleamed with an unsettling red glow. Mike’s foot slammed on the brakes again, the car screeching to a halt just in time.

The man in black stepped forward, his presence radiating an unnatural power. Mike’s pulse raced as the figure raised a hand, and the world around him seemed to freeze. The air thickened, the sound of his engine faltering as if the very essence of time itself had been altered.

“You cannot escape,” the figure’s voice was low, rich with malice. “You are marked.”

The words hung in the air, cold and heavy, and Mike knew he was in even more danger than before. He had no idea who this man was, or what his connection was to the Black Angel and the High Rise Devil, but there was no mistaking the feeling of absolute power emanating from him. This was not someone who could be reasoned with.

Mike’s eyes darted around, searching for any possible escape route. His only option was to fight. But with his car trapped and no weapons at hand, he was utterly helpless.

“I’m not ready to die yet,” Mike muttered under his breath. His grip tightened on the steering wheel, his fingers trembling with a mix of fear and adrenaline. There had to be a way out. There had to be something he could do.

The man in black moved closer, his steps slow and deliberate. Mike’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, and his breath caught in his throat. The High Rise Devil and the Black Angel had arrived, flanking him on either side. The nightmare was closing in from all directions.

Mike’s chest tightened as the reality of his situation set in. He had no way out. No escape. No hope.

The man in black raised his hand again, and the world around Mike seemed to warp. Time twisted, and the air grew thick with pressure, as though it was pushing against him from all sides. He couldn’t breathe. His heart raced.

Suddenly, a deafening roar pierced the night, cutting through the tense silence. The High Rise Devil lunged forward, its massive claws reaching for Mike. The Black Angel swooped down from above, its wings cutting through the air like blades.

Without thinking, Mike threw the car into reverse, slamming his foot down on the gas. He tore backward, the tires screeching as he collided with the man in black. The impact knocked the figure off balance for a moment, giving Mike just enough time to accelerate.

The world around him became a blur of motion as Mike sped away, the creatures behind him howling in rage. His pulse raced as he tore down the streets, knowing that they wouldn’t stop chasing him. They would never stop until they had him.

Mike’s mind was numb. There was no plan. There was no escape. He was alone, hunted, and desperate. The world had become a nightmare, and there was no waking up.

All he could do was run.

But even that was growing harder. With every passing second, the chase grew more intense, more relentless. The creatures—High Rise Devil, Black Angel, and the mysterious figure in black—were closing in. They were relentless, unstoppable.

And Mike… he was running out of time.

Mike’s car flew through the empty streets, his hands white-knuckling the steering wheel as he raced through the night. The screech of his tires echoed through the dark, a maddening reminder of the creatures chasing him. His heart hammered in his chest, and every breath felt like it might be his last. Behind him, the sounds of the High Rise Devil’s monstrous wings and the haunting, calculated movements of the Black Angel filled the air, growing louder with each passing second.

He couldn’t keep this up forever. The car’s engine was straining under the pressure, and Mike could feel the weight of exhaustion settling over him. His mind, already frayed from the terror of the last few hours, was starting to lose its sharpness. He needed to get away. He needed to find a way to make them stop hunting him.

A glimmer of hope flickered in Mike’s mind. He knew the city. He knew the back roads, the alleys, the hidden pathways through the underbelly of the urban sprawl. If he could just make it to the old district, the one no one ever dared to go, he might be able to lose them. It was a long shot, but it was the only shot he had left.

With a surge of determination, Mike swerved the car off the main road, cutting through the darkened streets. The headlights cast long shadows across the cracked pavement as he navigated the labyrinth of forgotten neighborhoods, hoping to shake his pursuers. Every turn felt like a gamble, but there was no choice. His only chance was to outrun them or disappear into the maze.

The sound of the High Rise Devil’s wings grew fainter as Mike pushed the car to its limits, his tires screeching around the sharp corners. He could hear the faint beat of the Black Angel’s wings behind him, but he refused to look back. He couldn’t afford the distraction.

The district was coming into view, and Mike’s breath caught in his throat. The old buildings, once full of life, now stood abandoned and crumbling, their broken windows staring like hollow eyes into the night. It was a forgotten place, a graveyard of the city’s past. But it was also the perfect place to hide.

Mike slammed the brakes as he turned sharply onto a narrow alleyway, the car bouncing over potholes and debris. He had to act fast. The creatures wouldn’t give up easily, and he could already hear the wings beating louder as they closed in. He spotted an old warehouse, its rusted door half-open, and without hesitation, he drove straight toward it.

He jumped out of the car the moment it came to a halt, leaving the engine running. His legs burned as he sprinted toward the entrance, every muscle in his body screaming for rest. He didn’t look back. He couldn’t. The sounds of the High Rise Devil’s pursuit were too close. The Black Angel’s eerie presence loomed in the air like a storm waiting to strike.

The warehouse was dark inside, its air thick with the smell of rot and dust. Mike’s eyes adjusted to the dim light as he moved deeper into the building, his steps muffled by the debris strewn across the floor. He ducked behind a stack of old crates, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to steady his breath.

He waited. The silence inside the warehouse was deafening, broken only by the distant sound of wings. The creatures were still out there, but for now, they couldn’t reach him. He had bought himself a moment, a precious few seconds of safety.

But he knew it wouldn’t last. The High Rise Devil could smell him. The Black Angel could sense him. And sooner or later, they would find a way in.

Mike’s mind raced as he scanned the darkened warehouse for any kind of escape. He needed a way out, a place to hide. But more than that, he needed to think of something—anything—that would stop them from coming after him. Because no matter how fast he ran, no matter how many twists and turns he made, he knew that he couldn’t outrun this forever. Eventually, they would catch up. And when they did, there would be nowhere left to hide.

For now, though, Mike could only wait. And hope.