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Every new attack was drawing him out of his right mind. "I am technically higher on the food chain than you. If I can get you to surrender the way a no-fur surrenders to-" Hades cut the powerful tom off. "I surrender to no one. I never have and with this power, I never will." "Then we are at an impasse." King slipped under the next focused attack to stand bravely in front of Hades. "But that crystal is a liar. It will drain your Doll in an attempt to steal every part of my aura. But I'm the Black Devil. I'm not just a strong Top-side magic user, I'm something other. My power is infinite. Understand, boy?" Then the Black Devil took the full force of one of the sphere's attacks dead on.

Those green orbs held anger and disgust in them. She was acting like she was robbed of her chastity in front of the whole crowd. "I see..." He whispered under his breath. Nothing made her react but his slightest touch. He felt sudden excitement...after all, he loved pain and loved to see people in pain. Since nothing made her answer...his touch will. As if he forgot...if he was the 'Devil on earth', 'The dark blade of Linya', 'The leader of the shadow army' then she was the master of those disciples who was blooming within her guidelines and will attain the world in the future.

Tommy replied giving her slightly some motivation. Iris seemed to think again. She doesn't want any more sadistic murders by the devil-like what happened to her parents. She looked at Eva and Tommy in turn before she gave a small smile. "First, I need a place to stay." Eva immediately extended her hand to shake hands with her. "Welcome to the Devil Hunter organization, Iris." After she joined Devil Hunter, she was immediately trained by Shane and introduced to the members in the headquarters. "Devils, have various kinds of powers. They can change appearance, move as fast as lightning, have unlimited power, and can imitate human form one hundred percent similar." Shane explained.

It didn't travel as fire; it surged forward as a swarm of shadowy, vaporous serpents that hissed and snapped, freezing the mud beneath them into black ice as they targeted Elena. "Elena, down!" Devon roared. Despite the tight linen bandages compressing his cracked ribs, the newly appointed Pack Beta moved with the agile combat style that had kept him alive for three brutal years in the exiles' wasteland. He didn't rely on the frontal assault of Marcus's frame. Devon was a shadow, a fluid weapon. He dropped low into a slide, slipping entirely beneath the trajectory of the vaporous serpents while drawing his newly gifted ceremonial dagger. The dark steel blade caught the sickly green glare of

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

All the shadows that swirl in the wind gets sucked into the stone circle, and the symbols on the stone rim start to glow silverish. From the gelatinous material, the devil emerges. He looks the same as before, but I can feel power exude from him as if it’s a tangible thing. The wind doesn’t stop, but it whips through his long, coal-colored hair, making the locks dance around his face as if he’s a goth version of Medusa.

Adrian speculated that the Hellblade was from another world. It had similarities with the Divine Frost Slayer Blade, but also stark differences. The eerie and sinister aura it carried was its biggest difference from the Divine Frost Slayer Blade. There was no doubt that there was a spirit in the Hellblade. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been constantly at odds with the Divine Frost Slayer Blade, even making the Divine Frost Slayer Blade powerless against it.

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

She swallowed hard, her grip tightening. With silent, careful movements, she raised it toward his neck. One deep slit. That’s all it would take. Her hands shook violently. She hesitated, her mind battling between vengeance and fear. But before the blade could press against his skin— “Tsk.” Hema froze. Zayden’s eyes fluttered open, dark and unreadable. A slow, knowing smirk curled on his lips. “You’re doing it wrong, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep yet dangerously amused.