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While Madeline was battling on the kind of advice she wanted to give, Damien was taking a leisure stroll down the Cheerwood cemetery. Elian has already sent Lilith to meet him ahead of time. Damien chuckled coldly as Ye called ravine. "Ravine!..." Ravine appeared instantly being late could cause him his life. "His master...." Damien smiled darkly...making Ravine shivered...Ravine was a changeling demon, so he could transform to anyone or anything.

The air turned colder with every breath he took, shadows rippling outward from his feet. “We’re surrounded,” I muttered, stepping away from him slowly. His voice was a growl. “Let them come.” A bolt of light shot toward us, but I raised my hand, twisting my fingers through the air. Shadows erupted like vines, devouring the spell mid-flight. My eyes burned with violet flame as my blood stirred. I could feel her—my demon—writhing beneath my skin, itching for freedom. “You want to see what a Celeriac demon looks like?” I whispered, mostly to myself.

Phantom let go of Dabria's neck and turned his head. He saw the scariest demon standing behind him. A very known face yet too horrific to look at. "Nobody is allowed to hurt my heiress. Nobody!" Adrian growled at Phantom angrily as he squeezed Phantom's heart so slowly. He kept on squeezing the heart until it squashed in Adrian's hand. Adrian pulled his hand out, pulling Phantom's soul out as well. Phantom's body dropped down on the ground. All eyes turned towards Adrian, staring at him with utter surprise on their faces.

The snake turned back to a human, sitting on his knees, and provided the information Bael was waiting to know. “What exactly?” Bael asked, shifting his wavering attention to this demon. “A girl; a human whom he is protecting with his all might. I have also found it difficult to be around that girl,” the lower demon said with a bow. He indeed tried but couldn’t get close to her for an inch. “What kind of absurd news have you brought?” Bael uttered in disbelief. It could be anything, but staying in the mortal world for a woman was far from his thoughts. “If I lie even one thing, I will burn in the fire of hell right now, but I am not fibbing. Master!! even Lucifer is also aware of these things

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

He wouldn’t trust anyone, not even the people who claims that they are his parents’ comrades. “You must be his friend that I have talked to earlier, thank you for being with him and even tagging along here. What's your name again?” Fidel turned to Damien and that is when Chris figured out that other people could see him now, he assumes that it’s part of the contract. As Damien said, normal humans can’t see demons. “I’m Cole, sir. Cole Lewis.” The demon gave a kind smile. Chris had to hide his surprise, it is creepy that the demon is smiling kindly and that he even used Kurt’s last name. What exactly did he told to Fidel when they talked over the phone?

“And this is what he would look like for you if he could.” I saw the next picture and laughed heartedly, because it was a white fluffy poodle. We sat on the fallen tree I’d officially declared my bench, a few steps away from the water, and lingered there, talking. I couldn’t believe my ears when she confirmed my theory of the scavenger changed by living energy, and that this event had put it —him— on the way to becoming what some called a half-breed demon, with the skill to live attached to living humans and manipulate them to get his daily fix of negative vibes.

Ahsoka peeks her head around me to look at the woman. “My name is Celine, leader of the Star Coven. I am a witch. With me are Pierre and Xavier, they are warlocks. I believe I know what you are.” “So just tell us.” I am starting to get irritated with her. “Dimidietas Angelus,” she whisper’s more to herself. “What is that,” I ask. “It translates to half-angel.” “I thought they were called Nephilim?”