The Ultimate Host

When The Chameleon was about to stab Bryant in the chest with his one of his giant brown clawed demon hands, Cross quickly ran in front of Bryant, firing a metallic spike into The Chameleon"s shoulder causing him to stagger. His arms turned back to normal. Black blood pouring out of his shoulder. The Chameleon snickered. Bryant who was badly injured wiped the blood from his eyes and looked up to see that Cross was in front of him. Why are you helping me?" asked Bryant Cross began shaking his head as he breathed heavily. "Don't ask." "Even though you were trying to kill me, I hate to see an injured defenceless person being attacked." The Chameleon's shoulder wound regenerated. " Why do you interfere?" " You no clue what is going on." None of that matters." If you don't want to get hurt I advise that you don't test my patience. The Chameleon began laughing like a maniac."

Suddenly he placed a serious frown on his face. He clenched his hands into fists, beginning to tense. Abruptly, two bone blades popped out of his forearms. Black blood spilled everywhere. Cross instantly ran towards The Chameleon, kneeling him in his stomach. The Chameleon grinned uppercutting Cross his chest, taking off chunks of flesh from his body. Cross collapsed on one knee. The Chameleon grabbed Cross by his neck and opened his mouth, exposing his incredibly sharp teeth that could rip through human flesh like butter. As he was about to rip a chunk of flesh from Cross's neck, Cross hardened half of his arm like steel, sticking it in the way of The Chameleon's sharp teeth. When the Chameleon's sharp teeth reacted with Cross's arm, sparks were sent every. Cross used this advantage to headbutt The Chameleon in his forehead, sending out a shock wave, causing The Chameleon to crash through multiple trees and rocks.

Cross's head was his best weapon and defence. He instantly went to Bryant who somehow managed to suck the lethal poison. However, that didn't change the fact that he was injured. He walked up to Bryant and kneeled. What's the story between you and that man?" asked Cross? Bryant sighed. "At least 40 years ago, I was a famous architect who travelled from place to place to sell rare extravagant items I found in the old elven ruins." Business was good." "However, one day while I was in my middle-class home, times entered my home. "Robbed me and my house. After they robbed my house, they horrible beaten me placing me in the hospital. While was in the hospital I did pushups so I could recover." "A patient that laid next to me was an old sick man." " I and the old man conversed for weeks. He told me about his adventures in a necromancer's hidden hideout. "

"He claimed he killed the necromancer and stole some blood that he classified that belonged to a demon. He kept this demon blood under his bed. However, sadly the old man passed." "I looked under the old man's pillow and bed, finding a bottle of demon blood, and some scrolls made of sandpaper. I read the scrolls and found out I could summon a superior demon named The Chameleon that could grant the summoner 2 wishes. I followed the instructions and opened a portal to the underworld. Suddenly The Chameleon who was dressed in nothing but a loincloth made of tiger skin explained what he could do. He said he could grant me 2 wishes but 40 years from now he would have to take my soul. I said I understood the rules and asked for my wishes. My first wish was to have immense human strength. My second wish to be rich.

My wishes were granted and The Chameleon left." Here I am now." Cross nodded. So you don't want your soul to take from your body? No. My time to die is not left." I will like to live for at least 50 more years. As Cross and Bryant continued to chat, The Chameleon was recovering. He created a scythe with the blood that was running down his forehead.