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“They’re the ones who do the dirty work for him. They’re ruthless and merciless, and they’re looking for someone—someone named Vladimir Albert Darkclaw. He’s the one you need to be worried about!” Aiden’s heart raced as he processed the name. *Lucifer.* The connections began to form in his mind. “What does Vlad have to do with this?” he asked, his tone low and threatening. “He’s known for his ruthless attitude in the mafia world,” the man continued, his voice shaking. “The Serpent wants something from him. If you want to get to The Shadows, you have to go through Lucifer. They’re intertwined in a way you can’t begin to understand.”

a voice shouted in my ear that made me look at my phone from my laptop “Sebastian buddy, I could still hear you if you talked like a normal person” I complained rubbing my right ear. I heard Sebastian laugh out loudly Myths and misconceptions about the blood test, I continued to read on my laptop the phone still on my ear “You promised that you would accompany me to my girlfriend’s house” The blood test is believed to control population by killing the weak when injected the sedative. “HA” I exclaimed loudly completely forgetting that I was on the phone with someone

Clenching it tight to the point I felt the blood from my hands. The doctor says nothing. He nods to his goons who push past and come over to me. I pull the sharp shard out and point it to them. “I’m not as stupid as I was.” I giggle. “I will slice your throats and drink your blood!” I growl. “Killian they’re helping you!” my Mum shouts. I look over to her and smile. “Help? They were suppressing the real me not helping!” I shout. While I am distracted; the goons disarm me and throw me to the floor. I scream and scream to the point I cough blood. Again... needle in the neck.

This moment was one of them. He cleared his throat and announced, "Fear spread in all ten directions, Whose name itself brings the enemy down on his knees, His terror darker than the dark night itself, Hail to the Lord of Lords, THE DARK LORD!" People's hearts skipped a beat. The moment for which they were waiting, the moment which they had no hope to see the lord, was arriving. They all held their heart and fixed their attention to the stairs. A tall, intimidating figure marched down the stairs. His long black robe swept the stairs as he walked. His face was covered with a grotesque metal mask. He had visible muscles showing his strength through the armor suit. The Dark Lord, Helios arrived

“Yeah, what about it?” “Well, that’s kind of where we are with the f*cking Lichtwolves. Everyone thinks they’re the heroes, the good guys, the saviors, because they’re light and we’re dark. But if you ask me, they’re f*cking Louis the Sixteenth, and we’re the proletarian. They’re the bourgeoise who wants to keep their boot on our necks while everyone continues to think that just because we happen to be named Dark Wolves or Night Wolves we are inherently evil. We didn’t kill your mom, Everly. You know that now. We’re not bad. And you can’t trust them.”

His total possession showed evil imbalances, making possible a blend of the two intrinsic personalities inside the vessel. His power is greater than that of the most powerful witches and appear to be almost impossible to kill with human weapons, as their wounds heal in a matter of seconds without causing the slightest pain as if stabbing a puppet. The Dark Lord is a trickster in the greatest degree, able to whisper in the ear of men exactly what they want to hear, manipulating them to make the most nefarious actions, with the promise of power, wealth, health and everything that anyone could want. His magic, as rough as it is mainly based on bloodshed and violence of all sorts, to the point t

When Daeira looked up, her white irises were gone but the animosity behind her innocent smile was there and the hunters knew that the fall of the dark lord will be in the hands of his most treasured human. “And victory shall be ours again,” Daeira said in a monotone voice before the three of them chorused in one patterned speech. “Hail the order. Hail the Nazi. Hail the reptilian. Hail the fall of the dark lord. Hail for the dark lord's death.” And Daeira smirked darkly and eyed Esee and Csal, “Hail for his death.”

Other than the fact that he looked like an ancient evil vampire, his features were so humanoid it was even more eery. "Ah Cameron Diamanté. Nice to finally meet your acquaintance. Too bad this is the day you die." I blinked. His words sounded more like a promise than a threat. Cameron was unyielding though. His bravery was either very admirable or very stupid. He stepped forward. "This is for all of my people you have killed." The Dark Lord chuckled. "Oh, after all these years of you trying to probe and invade my dreams, I thought you would have been more impressive. Maybe that will all fall to your sister. When I wed her perhaps we will grant some of your people their lives."

That goddamn sorceress! It was months later after I was sent to hell when I find out how being a true immortal really felt like. That forsaken day I was captured by the creepy crawlers. It was Savaric's term for indicating them, he said their native name once, but the language was far too ancient for me to remember.

"Lucas the Demon, I guess you no longer can unleash such scary attack again, right?" She then glanced at the battle between the elders and the Apocalyptic Legion and noticed they were still engaged in an intense battle. The eldest elder of the Poor Wonder Royalty, Vortex, observed the war and could not help but sigh. He thought to himself. 'Lucas is really way too scary. If he's given more time, perhaps he could even conquer the dark side of the world.' 'It is the dark side of the world that's the true apocalypse.'