Bloodbath Diablos Novels & Stories

He turned acutely at him but with his leg submitting a volley kick at the latter's face which sent him twirling backward while in the air. He turned at the remaining men, he watch as Alan ran out through the main entrance and as soon as he left, some men walked in, all growling and snarling with red flashy eyes. Bloodbath beamed exposing white fangs. Known genetically, he was a part of them and a part of the humans. That's what makes him outstanding. Bloodbath tucked his hands behind his belt and brought out two black guns "did you guys miss me?" He asked snickering.

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.

**Gabriel’s POV ** I had expected things to be chaotic at the devil's sinkhole. I had not expected it to be the equivalent of a blood bath. Everywhere I looked, I saw people fighting, people dying, demons being ripped to shreds by wolves, and witches using their powers to fight against beings who had faster reflexes and hellfire on their side. My heart raced as I raised my sword, swiping the head off of a demon who’d flown straight towards us. Evelina was too distracted by the carnage before her, her lips trembling and eyes filling with tears.

I asked with interest. "Ah..." he touched his chin as if he is thinking. “Ah! Their power is Ill—” what he said was cut off by an explosion causing us to turn to the source of that explosion. My eyes widened when I saw five vampires with black eyes. Dervy. They are outside the shield and trying to break the shield with their dark magic. "Let the hunting begin," Adrian said happily then grinned and quickly ran towards the Dervy group. Their father also followed him.

“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.