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They all froze in shock as all the demons emerged but worst of all was the one facing Lena. Heimdall is being overrun by the demons and he kicks and punches them repeatedly. He is both fast, strong and agile. Meanwhile Lena strikes beams of lightning into the chest of the giant. Her lightning disseminated chunks of its flesh or more like stone. But it keeps growing back like it was never affected by anything.

He knew that he had to think strategically and find a way to neutralize Orion's overwhelming power. As Orion conjured another storm, Dakota spotted an opportunity. He sprinted towards the chamber's perimeter, positioning himself close to a massive metal structure embedded in the walls. With a burst of strength, he used his Lycan might to wrench the metal-free, creating a makeshift lightning rod. With a focused gaze, Dakota guided the lightning towards the metal rod, diverting its destructive force away from him. The chamber crackled with energy as bolts of lightning struck the metal, creating a dazzling display of light and sound. Seizing the moment, Dakota launched himself at Orion, his mov

Linny was already half dressed when he came in. His eyes held this twinkle in them. " Damian, I don't think we should do this" He didn't respond but looked at her instead like she was some meal of some sort. "I will do with you as I please" he roared. Linny whimpered. Damian was relentless as he walked around her sniffing and drawing in her scent. There was an unfamiliar scent around her. " Who have you been with?" he demanded.

I said deliberately, "It isn't your fault. Allison's death isn't your fault, your father's death isn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself for everything that goes wrong, sometimes we just have to accept things no matter how ugly they are." The agony I saw in his eyes made my heart break but I didn't stop speaking, "That's just how life is; one minute you have everything you could possibly want and the next you're being dragged down into this never ending pit of darkness. But you see, the dark isn't all that bad, once you accept it, once you stop panicking, you realize that the darkness is actually a part of you and you can't really fear something that is a part of you. You know, I've always s

So make sure that you don't appear before him or else you will face dire consequences, Luna Doreen informs her. I nod timidly as Luna Doreen excuses herself to attend other important issues pertaining to the upcoming event. I skip home happily after hearing that I'm not supposed to attend the festival. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. As she knows in my heart that i really don't want to meet the Demon. Rumors have it that he's very ruthless and wicked but also very handsome. But all the same ,i don't want to meet him and I'm grateful my prayers have been answered.

And as the dust settled, finally, Ilyria saw him. The Lightning Bird, the creature of legends, the one no Idixatian would mention without a small shiver or an anxious glance skywards. They said the Lightning Bird was neither man nor beast—a demon creature. They said those who looked on it were blinded. They said those who looked away would be marked for ruin. Yet what stood before her was only a man, his face not yet carrying the hardened edges that seemed to mark the cruelty of manhood. With his wings lowered, and his hands at his side, he looked gentle, even though the evidence of his power lay scattered still, across the street.

Cosmic Darkness is not a good choice in this kind of situation. “Dark Celestial-Divine Magic: Dark Knights!” I shouted and then, I pointed my celestial weapon that had turned into scepter to the swarm of lowly demons. Many knights wearing heavy metal black armors appeared on the air simultaneously and they came with black Pegasus. They attacked the enemies nonstop, slashing them from everywhere until those demons become smithereens of black ashes.

Tears streamed down her face, and she couldn’t contain her sobs, at the sight of Thor lying bloodied on the floor. “I won’t hurt Nick,” he hissed. “He’s the brother of the devil, and I’m sure my actions will please both him and his brother.” “Drago doesn’t care about you,” he whispered menacingly in her ear, “You will be my sacrifice to him, you will see,” Madchen stilled herself for a moment.What the hell was he talking about, the devil. He had lost his everloving mind, she ascertained, and she was to be the target of Jason’s maniacal fantasies.

It was as if a veil had covered her mind, memory, and ability to think. "Just blast another of their headquarter again." It was the voice again, seemingly the continuation of the conversation fragments. This time, it was a female voice. "What the use? Dæmon's main rat hole is not easy to track. Even if you set fire on one of his headquarters, he wouldn't have cared." Another male voice again, but this time was lighter, and his tone contemptuous, laced with slight anger and mockery. "Tsk, isn't he such a ruthless person?"

Needless to say, the house appeared razed to the ground and devoid of life. The house was made of rune stone that had been smeared darker in spots by downpours, sending it an insidious demeanor even during the day. The window frames were all padlocked and bricked up in steel frames and woods, as if what was inside would have been too grotesque to see, trying to give the impression that someone must have attempted to prevent something horrible from escaping.