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Maybe if there is a second-hand book on sale, there might be hope but I don't have time to visit those shops as well. I took the book and I laid down on a sofabed and I laid down there. The window is open and I can see the moon shining brightly and the stars. I opened the book and I started to get swallowed by the story. I am too drawn to the story and not noticing my surroundings. I am very swept with the Character of Elena Devereux who is a very cool female protagonist who is a slayer of rogue vampires and a top-rank guild hunter.

Queen Lilith said, pouring in a jar of blood in her cup. “Well if it pleases my queen I have gotten for you a demon slayer for your Legion. He is powerful and really deadly just how you want it!” Hades said warmly as the flames on his head turned blue. “Hmm…I see. What do you call him?” Queen Lilith asked, taking a sip of blood from her cup. “I call him Albunuf, a slay demon. He can be really helpful to you.” Hades said, pouring himself a cup of blood into his cup.

Ares turned away from her with a sigh as he looked up to the sky. “Because he tried to kill me. My father…. He tried his best to free me from the demon inside me but there was nothing he could do about the demon and it was getting worse and worse everyday. I would wake up and find myself in a pool of blood with dead animals around me or sometimes, some dead wolves or humans. After that, my father locked me up in a room that no matter what, I couldn't escape till one day, he told me he found a solution" Myla raised an eyebrow.

Allow me to show you around, then to the dorms. Why did he keep saying “human”? I asked as we walked the hallways. The walls were painted with bright colors, battles, but what made me stop was the shape of the fighters. Figures from a fantasy book. Dragons, wolves, fairies, and shifters. And in the middle of the battle, a warrior dressed in black, her sword obsidian. She stood solitary while creatures from every side closed in around her, their faces grimaced with anger and sorrow. Lightning lit up behind her, and bodies lay at her feet, both friend and foe. Her eyes in the painting were fierce, almost defiant. Something about her appeared important, as if the entire war turned on her next m

When Nevi heard me stir, he put the papers he’d been reading down and came to my side. “How are you feeling?” he asked with genuine concern. “I…” My hand flew to the bandage on my throat as the memory of my nightmare encounter flooded back to me. “Oh my god! I was bitten by a crazy woman. I think she was a…a vampire!” I turned to Nevi and looked at him as if I was seeing him for the first time. “You…she said she was…she was…” “I know,” he said gently as he took my hand in his. Once again, I noted the coolness of his flesh.

In front of Scott as he waved off the new fans, Demonslayer dripped its blood as he held it in his right hand. The carcass began to melt on its own weight and came to rest ahead of the bumper. Steam. Blood. Quiet. The driver ran around the nose, shaking. “Who—who are you?” Scott held Demonslayer Black fluid hissed and dulled on the blade. “Just a bloke who was close,” he said. The kids pressed to the glass anyway, phones up, relief loud and shaking. A little girl with pigtails put her palm to the window. Scott mirrored it, managed a tired half-smile.

Jo paused, waiting to see if Eliza would say more, but she didn’t, so she took a deep breath and continued. “When the Vampire used that name, Asteria, I got chills. I realized then that it did make sense that it could be her, that it almost had to be. She’s one of the only Vampires that’s ever been able to create the sort of shields from Cassidy that she’s experiencing now. The other was Daunator, and he exploded, so I don’t think he could be back.”

“The iron in the bullets and daggers will kill lower-level demons, but nothing over a level two.” “Levels?” “It will be explained tomorrow before our first mission,” I tell her, needing to get away from her scent—away from her, period. I pick the box up, placing the diamond demon bomb back inside, and ignore her protests as I take it to my room. Carefully, I leave it on my chest of drawers and grab the book beside it before returning to Lila. I handed her the book I had as a kid. “You need books more than you need weapons. Welcome to Demonology for Beginners.”

She read a considerable amount of it, and she finally reached a point where it made sense. We looked at each other as I switched off the lights. “Come here.” I whispered. She dropped the book, and walked gently into the kitchen. I carried her and placed her on the kitchen counter. She chuckled, holding my shoulders for support. I kissed her before pushing the plate of pancakes to her. “So, the demon wolves have factions.” Scarlett said, as if regurgitating the information she had just consumed. “Apparently.” I followed, taking a bite of the snack. “The Slayer faction, and the Arch faction. The Slayer faction deals with all the brutal work, while the Arch faction are the architects of doom ,

“Which way to the quarters that don’t have pixies or werewolves?” As a security officer nervously led him away, the rest of the team was left standing in the hall, staring at the spot where he had been. The air still felt colder. The chapter of their simple recruitment had just ended. A new one, filled with ancient demons, gray morality, and a boy who carried the weight of a paradox, had just begun. ---