Bloodbath Diablos Novels & Stories

One of the paladins who was trying to keep up with Diablo tripped from all the rubble on the ground and Diablo with his bare hand pierced through his heart. The other paladins upon seeing this lose focus and with that Diablo did a full dash forward and with his fingers slash the Head Paladin's throat. The moment he did that the fighting stopped. ----- Diablo faced back and was about to announce his victory but did not notice the head priest was not yet dead. He used everything in his power and cast one last advance spell. Holy ray! Diablo could not react at point blank range and the light went right through his head and exploded. He went down and so did the head Paladin. No one made a move.

He could almost enjoy it, but he kept scratching and scratching his skin to the point it peels off his muscles. “Fuck!” He screamed. The itchiness is too much. But he endeavored to continue speaking. “I knew they are good for the business. Just to inform you, El Diablo is known for providing high-class blood for our customers. Luckily, we just found not just one, but two good sources. We are going to feast on them.” As he spoke, the his skin separating from his muscles greatly disturbs Alpha Lachlan and his Beta. To their eyes, Angelo looks like he just risen from his grave.

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"

Balls And waves of red hot fire and golden flames flew like raindrops, knocking its target. The patrols fought for their lives, slashing and trusting their spears and swords to the enemies. Bong and Bato were fighting back to back a black wolf but suddenly the grasses on their feet grew and wrapped them. They helplessly cut the grasses but they just keep growing. Seizing the opportunity, the wolf lunged at the both of them and bit their head off. Bato's perfectly round and shiny head rolled on the ground and was squashed to pulp by a Reaper. Rila stared in horror at her friends. She picked a dagger from her hips and threw it on the plant Badblood. The dagger sunk perfectly on the forehead.

“I don’t understand. What does that mean?” The handsome man who was standing near Alex replies. “The Macto Benficium Duellum Sanguis is loosely interpreted as the Fight Right duel of blood. It is a ritual practiced by Angels to fight with an enemy. It ensures that both parties fight without any outside interference. Once they make the circle of blood, they are transported to another plane of existence. Once they reach the plane, they will fight until only one is left alive. As soon as the fighting is over, the victor and the defeated will be transported back home. One will be alive, and one will be dead.” A shocked gasp escapes my lips. Did the man just say that one of them has to die? “No…N

God. His white t-shirt and black pants were covered in blood, a huge knife strapped to his thigh. Cold, empty eyes passed over me for a brief second, almost dismissing me, before he took a step inside, his gun trained on Enzo. This was il Diavolo, the angel of death. A man who thrived on killing. A shiver went through me and I forgot how to breathe. Faust came for me. As? Why?

He said, something that I already knew, and I smiled at him. "Is that all?" I asked, and he nodded. "That is all on your weaknesses," He said, and I sighed, but he looked worried, and I had to ask him why. "We are fighting with witches, and witches can cause the blood moon to appear. The only divine wolf that is powerful during a blood moon is Haimon," he said, and I understood his fear. The goddess had sent the wrong wolf for the job. "You need to hide or burn the books, Luna, so it does not fall into the wrong hands," he said, and I nodded.

"Batsheva Moromond killed our parents. And she used blood magic to do it." ***

"Do you think you have a chance of escaping? You can try to flee, but you'll only end yourself at my mercy." I'd recruited Sansa's help to quench their unquenchable desire for human blood. She was crucial in bringing them to heel, even if it was against their will. My knife nicked her hand, a modest offering of human blood, their ultimate vulnerability. My gaze stayed fixated on the tree behind Sansa while her blood dripped, expecting the approach of our assailants. "You are the devil!" Sansa exclaimed, completely unaware of the impending battle. Felix Bartholomew awoke from his hiding place and transformed into a hungry vampire, eager to consume her life power. It was now my turn to welcome

Swoosh! He rushed into the group of presbyters. Poof! Heads flew a few meters into the air, and blood gushed out. The blood dyed the ground red. With booms, bodies exploded, and the blood mists were even more dazzling than the setting sun. "Let's kill the devil." "Let's take revenge on him." "You'll pay for your cruelty, Chu the Devil." The blade light flew in all directions, heads rolled, and blood flowed like a river on the ground...