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It was the statue of a man who stood with an axe in his hands ready to strike. Damian stared at the statue, his eyes turning redder than usual, "Arise from the stone, Simon" he said and suddenly, the statue started shaking and breaking off to reveal a person. The person dropped his weapon to stretch, when he turned hi s side, he saw someone who he was surprised to see. "Lord...Lord Damian?" the man called in disbelief. "Simon, it's been long" he smirked. The man, Damian addressed as simon quickly bowed to Damian, "Milord"

I want to go to him and ask him what happened but Liberus was destroying the villagers houses so I decided to ask him later and move towards Liberus. I’ve arrived on where his shadow was and blast him with Eruption from behind. He flew through a building and crashed. His face looks terrible and said, “No one has ever lay a hand on me, I’m Liberus the chosen one to be the next demon lord for I possess the Demonic Relic that is suitable for it.” He then showed me a book and it was also named as Demonic Relic. I was shocked seeing there were other Demonic relic. Then Liberus shouted, “Are you listening to me? Or are you trembling knowing that your opponent possess such powerful relic?”

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

He took a seat on one of the chairs leaning back in a relaxed manner. "Correction, we don't call it the Blood Moon war. The perfect term for that is Geblutkrieg, I know it may sound complicated to pronounce this is what the Necrokeep shared to us. In the human world this is a European language. I'm sure you know it already that the Northern mountains separates us from the European region. The war started over at the North until the demons slowly attacked the Southern region of the Supernatural world. It was a bloody war of course, no one wants to talk about it." Passadio continued on. Iris stared at a big map plastered on the wall from afar. There are many things she wanted to accomplish rig

He mustn't let his mind fall into disorder! "Soul-as-blade!" With a loud shout, an a-hundred-feet-long black demonic sword suddenly appeared in the sky. Dark clouds gathered and lightning thundered. It was none other than the third transformation of the Mystic Diabolic Enchantment, the Soul-as-blade. It was a fatal attack that used true souls as a sacrifice.

He walked towards me, grabs me by the arm and hugged me tightly. “Destiny, please come back” I heard him crying. “Hikaru…” I returned his hug and rest my head on his shoulder. As he wipes his tears from his face, he apologizes. He sat down again, his head was looking at the ground. “You’ve inherited Destiny’s sword, might as well have her throne.” “NO” I shortly replied, he looked at me. “And never ever!” an angry voice was heard. Hikaru stood up in surprise, I was still holding the sword. On the staircase stands, Aiomi.

Liam joined his Alpha to defend. "Don't touch it!" Mira kept shouting from outside the barrier. Abbadon created the Sword of the Doombringer from the lava of the volcanoes in the Underworld, and its power was fueled by the blood that its user shed. Jazmine, whose power originated from God, would be impacted if she touched the sword. "Have you ever questioned yourself why your father abandoned you?" Abbadon began to play with Jazmine's emotions. "Do you even know who your father is?"

The real fire of hell could only be possessed by the demon god, and when faced with the fire of hell belonging to the demon princess, he was truly nobody, even though his power was stronger or equal. "This fire has been within me since birth. It is my father's final gift to me, something you power-hungry people would never understand. Only my mother and I know about this, you! You no longer deserve to live! Die! The sword of penance," the devil's daughter swung the sword at the general. The demon general saw the sword flying towards him and was terrified and wanted to dodge it. But, he felt that the closer the sword of hell got, the more he was unable to move his body. "Nooooo! Damned demon

Tip of the scariest sword in the world was placed against my neck. "I'm pretty sure you know our story, Lesley James." I feared gulping even, for my throat shall move and I might be tasting the blood drip down my own throat if that sharp edge goes through me. "What story?" Subtly bending away from the sword, I ask in fear. "About how...I killed our demonic mother. We aren't demonic. At least Jean is not." I stared into his eyes as if his words were ridiculous. "Does that suggest you're the demonic one? Like he's the yang and you're the yin?"

"I heard that the Shindan Way has a sword that had been passed down through the warring states period. It was a demonic blade ironically called the Demonbane. This must be it! "It's said that the Demonbane must drink blood every time it's unsheathed. Its owners had always been the Island Nation's legendary battle demon, and all of them had killed many." "Demonbane? What a good name. It makes sense for me to use this sword to kill a demon from the Island Nation," Harvey said nonchalantly.