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Mathias exclaimed, a hint of excitement and curiosity lacing his words. Mrs Fernanda's laughed echoed through the room as she started revealing the dark secrets. "You know nothing at all," she sneered mockingly, her tone filled with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "A child can't be different from her father, DIABLO (devil), VAMPIRA (vampire), HÍBRIDA (hybrid), ABOMINACIÓN (abomination). And she must die, or else she will bring death to us all, just like her father has been doing for generations."

the weird looking man cocked his head, with a smirk on his face, "So the rumors are true... The great Celestine is suffering from severe memory loss... No wonder. The girl I know would have escaped those chains already," "And who the fuck are you suppose to be?" I snarled, "Oh my, where are my manners? I keep forgetting you can't even remember who you are, let alone me. My apologies, I am Lord Valdomore."

"I'll be sure to let him know… Drew." The blonde quickly jumped to his feet. "Coming, Clay! Excuse us." With confused expressions adoring both the Ford descendants' features, Drew and Clay made their way to the door. Halfway there, however, Clay’s legs came to a halt. "Clay?" Lavender flowers slumped and on the verge of decay, bent forward to accept Clay's caress. The vase it was captured in, covered with dust—neglect settling on the otherwise beautiful object. "Ah, did you forget something, future Mr. Ares?"

Finn demanded coldly. Caelus met his gaze with a coldness hidden beneath a facade of smile and stated, “We are here to take the bride before the wedding with the Devil Emperor.” Vivica looked at Finn, noting his expression was normal, if he knew something but he did not. She took a step forward and asked Caelus. “What do you mean?”

“You won’t come back.” “I don’t need to,” I replied. “I just need to knock.” Silence detonated. Matteo laughed, low and dark. “I like her more every minute.” “We don’t even know where it’s anchored,” Lira said sharply. “The Devourer exists across planes.” “I know,” I said. “But its worship doesn’t.” I turned to Kyren. “There are convergences. Old sanctums. Places where belief thins the veil.”

a deep voice commands. I turn. He walks in like he owns the place. Broad shoulders under a tailored black suit, dark eyes that slice through the chaos. His presence is heavier than the gunfire. Dante Morreti. I know that name. Whispers. Mafia. Blood. Power. The devil of New York. His gaze pins me in place. My chest tightens, breath shallow. “She’s the bride?” he asks, almost amused. “Yes, Boss,” one of his men answers. “Pretty little thing,” Dante murmurs, eyes raking me head to toe. “Shame she belongs to a coward.”

I knew their names the way everyone knew them: whispered in fear, moaned in fantasies, printed in tabloids that called them immortal gods and ruthless monsters in the same breath. Vincenzo Drakvolk. The tallest. The leader. Amber eyes that burned slow like embers under ash, voice that could command armies or unravel panties with a single syllable. Lorenzo Drakvolk. Gold-eyed devil with a smirk that promised sin, hands that looked made for breaking things—or making them beg. Valentino Drakvolk. The quiet one. White hair like fresh snow on a grave, silver eyes that never blinked when they decided something belonged to them. The one they called the devil not because he was cruel, but because he

Valen, Lord of the Vampires. Behind the heavy doors of his study, Valen was seated at his desk, his focus unwavering on the documents before him. The room around him was elegant in its simplicity—dark wood, rich tapestries, and the faint scent of leather and parchment filled the air. The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him.

My gaze was sharp enough to send chills down anyone's spine. "And that alone is enough for me." The man stared at me in horror. For the first time, he realized the rumors were true. I was a devil in human skin... a heartless, merciless predator. And once I decided someone was a threat, they either disappeared... or learned to live in fear. I walked back to the couch and sat down. "Take him out of my sight." My voice carried irritation while my expression was indifferent. The bodyguards immediately grabbed the trembling man.

I tried to be like them but hell no I can't , I can never be as powerful as them after all they are the first vampires to heve existed . they both walked out and I exhaled heavily thankful they are gone . "what's now Colin's , we have enough black blood to creat out dream weapon capable of killing an original " Jericho said and I turn to him . " we need to take thing slow from now on Jericho , it seems the devil has finally returns "I spat glaring dagger at the door .. HOPE POINT OF VIEW