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Luke’s father went back to stand by Luke’s mom while Luke stayed forward, and I went to join him. The priest, once again, handed me the knife. I cut a slit down my other hand and handed the knife to Luke who did the same. I spoke into the microphone. “I, Blake Wulfric, elect Lucas Hemming as my beta, to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside me.”

She began reading. “We circle of 13 who are dedicated to our lord and God Baphomet. We are here to serve.” Seline froze and stopped reading. This was not a journal at all. Seline knew that she ought to put this back, but her curiosity was getting the better of her. as she flipped through the pages, there were texts and scriptures outlining the basis of their faith. Much of it sounded to Seline like it was just excuses for a man to simply take what he wants no matter what the cost to anyone else. At the back of the book, on the very last page were 13 signatures. all of these looked like they were written in blood. These Seline assumed, were the 13 members of the circle. Seline put the book do

( with a worry in her voice) UNKNOWN MALE VOICE : I am Belphegor, the disputer and demon prince of hell All the apostles are wide-eyed at this revelation with life flushing from Eliza’s face SIRIUS : A demon prince… here??? ZINO : We are so screwed….( Gulps)

She approached us, wearing white clothes, hair opened, and one eye was bleeding. The familiar black cat was behind her. "AGHHH! G HMMMM!" She screamed in a demonic sound. Low pitched and cracking every time she yelled. I got chills down my spine when she was in front of me. So, she was Lisa Dorling. When she gasped, I could feel my breath halted. She glared at us and left from there. "Appreciate that you were in this jail. Otherwise, you were dead." I was starting to get suspicious. What was all this happening? Anxious, unsettled, I was losing hope.

He looked at me up and down for one last time and again turned his back to me and stand up while keeping his straight posture in front of me. Soon the elevator door opened and his men started getting out. At that time a hope arise in me that he will leave me here itself . But all that crushed down when he again hold my wrist in his brutal grip, and again started dragging me with him like a trash doll. ******** Hlw everyone!! So here came our hero in devil's form. What you all think, what he's gonna do next ?? Do share you thoughts over the chappy... Stay safe and happy... 🤎 P.

"We could have monitored his movement throughout the hunt instead of trusting him to execute the mission. Sloane is a professional. He has done things like this a thousand times. He should not be failing now." The Fallen exchanged looks, each wondering the same thing. What was Sloane doing? CLANG. A sword hit the stone floor. The sound echoed through the cave like a funeral bell. A figure stepped from the dark tunnel into the meeting cave. Two others flanked him. The one in the center was massive. His skin was mottled, burnt charcoal in color. His eyes were a sick, jaundiced yellow. Balthazar. The First Reaper. Once the watchdog for the council of the Fallen. He had grown tired of being thei

Hell? I was the actual one who had crawled out from hell. The victims' families blocking my way saw me try to leave, and the crowd grew restless. A large man charged at me, shouting, "Give me back my son!" While the families were indeed pitiful, it did not mean they had the right to hurt me. "Ah!" There was a hoarse scream, and a police officer had already stepped in, throwing the man to the ground with a shoulder throw, pinning him down.

When the hammer finally fell at two thousand gold, her new owner—a gaunt man whose fingers ended in claws—licked his lips with obvious anticipation. “No,” Lila whispered beside me. “No, no, no…” Five more healers followed. Each sale felt like watching an execution in slow motion. The elderly man went to a necromancer who spoke fondly of “extracting every drop of useful essence.” A middle-aged woman was claimed by representatives of a demon court who discussed her breeding potential in clinical detail. Then they came for me. “And now,” the auctioneer’s voice rose with theatrical excitement as rough hands hauled me toward the platform, “our crown jewel. Pure-blood healer, trained in the old wa