Novel & Cerita Blue Exorcist Renzo

Rosa looked up at him, her face tear-streaked and her expression filled with a dazed confusion, but she didn't fight to take Renzo from him. “Renzo, hey... my little man. Open your eyes,” Luciano said, his voice a low, steady anchor in the storm. “Look at me. The monsters are gone. Daddy killed them all.” Whether it was the raw strength in his tone or the simple authority of a father’s promise, Renzo’s sobbing hitched. He slowly peeled his eyes open, and the second he saw Luciano, he lunged forward. He threw his small arms around Luciano’s neck, clinging to him with every ounce of his strength.

Jonathan said, glancing at the image of Lena's mother. Renz was suddenly overcome with a grave realization, and he lost control of his anger. Renz yanked Jonathan violently by his dressing gown collar, and glared at him dangerously. "You forced Lena's mother, didn't you? You are Lena's father," Renz spat harshly. Jonathan's eyes filled with fear, and he began harshly coughing, forcing small flecks of blood onto his bedclothes. Renz released him once he noticed how strong his grip really was, and he tersely refilled Jonathan's water glass and handed it to him.

And from Renzo’s restlessness, he realized the bombs he had rigged the building with could not be deactivated and were already counting down, so the kid was desperate to get out of here. That was so foolish. He guessed the boy had more anger in him than common sense. He shook his head. Renzo and Eli truly had so much in common. No wonder they could fall for the same woman. “So what is it going to be kid?” He asked, looking down at the woman Eli had managed to mess up. He had seen her at her finest as Aurora and then Rosa, and would still not have touched her with a long pole even then. He frowned in disgust. Definitely not his type.

"Enzo, you're bleeding!" _____

Because he's still taking medication for his injuries? “Hey.” I put on a smile to seem normal despite my chaotic thoughts. “Fancy some fake wine?” Enzo says with a slanted grin, his deep-set blue eyes baggier than I remember. The dimmed outdoor lights make his beard and wavy hair look darker, emphasizing the sharp angles of his face. The first time we met, I thought he looks like that guy who played Damon Salvatore. Just slightly older, taller and tanner. “It's light.” “Sure.” I sit across from him after he hands me a half-full glass. “Thanks.”

Alahn said, coming to stand next to him, wincing seeing blood now starting to appear in his ears as well. “Five…more…seconds,” Rex replied, staring with bloodshot eyes at something off in the distance with a scowl, “Got you!” At the same time Rex spoke, a blinding blue light erupted into the room causing Rowina, Percus and Lizz to cover their eyes and gasp, dropping to the ground as a moment later an intense explosion expanded from where Rex was using the crystal, sending stone and debris blowing outward.

“Say something!! Say something you bastard!!!” But even if I wanted to, I couldn't. I couldn't feel my face. My lips were swollen and bruised. I'm sure I'd gotten concussed, with the amount of white pain I felt through my eyes. He finally stepped back when he was tired, and Enzo appeared with a glass of vodka and a gun of his. “I don't want to do this to you, Roberts”, he sighed with an emotionless face. “I want this to end quickly, without my father even knowing about this.”

I was lost deep in thought and didn’t hear any of the words that were said but then something broke and I flinched when I found that man called Renzo standing right in front of me then he gripped my shoulder and, pulled making me stand up. I looked right into his eyes and found out that they weren’t black but dark green with some specs of gold. “LEAVE IF YOU KNOW WHAT IS GOOD FOR YOU.” The man snarled in my face, and this time I couldn’t suppress the shudder that took over my body when his hot breath touched my cheeks and ruffled my hair. “Ahhh, you need to chill my friend, and let the girl go you are scaring her.” Franco said as he stood up and chuckled, but Renzo’s eyes didn’t leave mine,

Renz replied, almost softer than usual. Before we could say more, two women approached. I caught the change in Renz instantly—his voice cooled, his frame straightened, that edge sliding back into place. “Happy birthday, Renz,” the blonde said smoothly, handing him a bouquet. She looked polished, practiced—one of those women born to fit this world. Renz didn’t reach for the flowers. Instead, he looked at me—like take it, and so I did. With a steady tone, he said, “This is my ex. From years ago.” Then he lifted our joined hands, thumb brushing mine like punctuation. “And this,” he added, gaze unwavering, “is my fiancée, Nyx.”

His deep voice snarled as the girl nodded desperately. “Yes, please! Oh fuck! Please fuck me! Sir,” she said, just as Marcel’s eyes locked with Lorenzo’s. They knew what to do. “We’re going to show you what you’ve been missing,” Renzo said as he walked forward, taking the same pace as Marcel. As Marcel began to unbutton his shirt, he went forward. His hands immediately combed through her scalp and jammed her hair into a twist in his fingers as he pulled her head to the side.