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She knows it is blood just from the context, since instead of red, the thick, smelly liquid is almost identical to tar. "Sam!" She shouts, desperate and afraid that he is seriously injured. The fire-colored slit demon stares at her. It was so weird to associate that horror movie-worthy monster with the handsome man from mere minutes ago. The voice coming out of the deformed throat is also equally fearsome, like thunder and earthquakes. "Don't come any closer!" "You're hurt!" The other demon, the one with yellow slits, seems puzzled by the girl's concern. Sam once again shouts: "Stay away!"

Serephine’s POV “Noooo!” I shrieked, retreating in terror. “Not again!” I shook my head, staring down at the man whose souls I had just harvested. Instead of the usual white vapor, an inky black mist escaped his body, coiling upward in a violent, ghostly spiral. I had claimed a corrupted soul.

But it's her eyes—brilliant green orbs full of fire and unspoken strength that ensnare me. The vision shifts. A demon looms, a grotesque predator whose presence sends waves of fury through me. It targets her and an older woman, her mother perhaps. The demon's attack is merciless, scorching the older woman from the inside out, leaving her broken and lifeless. Another scene flashes before me: a man, her father, sleeping soundly as the same demon descends, its claws tearing through him with monstrous precision.

Jamal asked shakily. "Sit down back and stay silent till he finishes" Abu ordered. Jamal slowly sank back into his seat while Forbes continued. "He was cursed by Naja a winter witch because of his mother and my wrongdoings to the witch, he was cursed to be emotionless" Forbes paused, trying not to break down before the council. "We searched endlessly for a cure but could not find one until now, unfortunately the cure happened to be A Sheba, the witch's daughter"

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

Deep down it was a weird silence beyond the border and her own adrenaline could tell something was not right. A pair of black smoke appeared infront of Iris' eyes. They were men with dark red skin and two, long horns growing out of their forehead and wore long robes commonly used in cults. She can smell the sulfur out of them, these men are demons. Her hatred for them is still there in her heart and all she wanted was to kill them. Pointing the gun to their way ready to shoot if one of them makes a move on her. "Greetings, human. My name is Passadio and this is Futurio we have come to see the little human our master will meet soon." The twin demons have short hair and she can tell the differ

CHAPTER 2: Emperor of Heaven. In a grave, tenebrous area of the Cildreth Demon Realm, flocks of terrifying nimbocumulus clouds are embracing the daytime sky. It devoured the sun and roaring storms of thunder and lightning broke the silence covering the entire surrounding. The sky is drowning in an ablazing anger and released into the realm of demons. Amidst this scene is a vicious beast who is ready to spread malice in the realm. Bloodlust is very much evident in his serpentine eyes while the glory of his claws are fully displayed. He is indeed a monster ready to snap his talon like fangs. He is lusting for chaos, and is craving for an immense amount of carnage.

Juniper called, noticing Katastrofi was going to cast another spell. “The.. scythe… the crystal in the scythe would cut his powers and… there is a core in the middle of his chest… We must break those two simultaneously…” She explained, breathless, holding her head because it was throbbing to have two demons present at one time. “Are.. you okay, Ahlum?” Tabit asked, offering her some water. “He is so sinister… and you had him inside you all this time?” She asked breathlessly, looking up at Zadicus who stood unaffected.

Beside him materialized an enigmatic creature, an entity whose form was predominantly an hour-glass-shaped shadow but intermittently glinted with a disquieting crimson—a woman’s hair, seemingly suspended and swaying in the air. This spectral presence reclined against Victor’s shoulder, her slender fingers delicately exploring the contours of his form with an unsettling intimacy. Finally, the demon to whom he was irrevocably bound emerged—a malevolent entity capable of infiltrating a seer's visions—the succubus Saoirse which only exists in the shadows.

Prologue The wind howled like something dying. It tore down the jagged slopes of the Senkte Mountains, carrying ash and frost in equal measure, rattling the iron torches that lined the narrow path. High above the world below, where the air thinned and the land itself seemed to recoil, the Daywalker Castle loomed. It did not belong in this realm. Black stone walls rose from the mountain’s spine like broken teeth, etched with ancient runes that pulsed faintly beneath the surface—as if the castle itself breathed. Silver-veined banners snapped violently in the wind, each bearing the same crescent symbol split clean down the middle.