Black Santa Muerte Meaning Novels & Stories

I muttered as I recalled what the cursed witch said. “Yes, we are coming for your world,” the big creature casually said. “You werewolves have had your fun.” “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked in a firm tone. “It means that we will tear through the Rift that blocks your world from ours and take over it by killing you all and enslaving some of you just for the fun of it.” The big guy replied. “What are you called?” I asked him as I looked around. “Saturn,” he replied. “The Harbinger of Doom.”

Even if he felt panic, Henry wouldn't say it, just kept it to himself. “Ancanta is performing a ritual of sacrificing her body to the devil with the aim of making herself immortal. She must have not known that the guy was using her as a sacrifice, making her immortal", I said coldly, remembering the fragmentary memories I had just experienced. "I used to be, it's just that I've lived too long to remember what happened."