Chapter 45- Goble of true feelings- Part I

Victor stared at Jo dangerously. If looks could kill, Jo would be six feet deep already. Before the siren could decently cover herself in front of the crowd that was now gathering, Victor snapped his fingers, and instantly the warrior next to her started grasping for air, his hands around his neck as if something invisible was choking him, robbing him of air.

'Victor, stop', the siren pleaded for the warrior who she knew was probably a victim of Pat's evil plan.

'Fuck this Jo', the demon king mumbled. 'You care about this warrior so much?'.

Jo knew it was a wrong move because the warrior's body suddenly went still. She knew he was dead, so she dared not look at the body lying next to her. Tears were welling up in her eyes, this was not how she imagined her 18th birthday to have been celebrated. Damn it. She did not even want to have a celebration in the first place.

'Everyone who dares lay their eyes on my soon-to-be bride will have it ripped out of their socket. OUT!', Victor threate