Diablo Vs Guy Crimson Novels & Stories

I temper her thoughts as I begin to recite my conversation with Lamia, bringing these werecats and whatever Crimson is, up to date and informing them of the new enemy – Orion Artos. “We are not strong enough,” Crimson interjects after I have relayed the details. “They are going to war in less than three months. I will be the first to admit our army has been weakened.” I watch Crimson as he runs a hand down his face and then through his dark curls. His yellow eyes flashed in a reptilian way. I swear they change, not just the color because I have witnessed them turning a deep red. But the pupils sometimes seem to take on a different shape.

Dorian’s POV The traps were fully set, and the damage was completely done. Within a matter of hours, Alpha Crimson had his hands completely full. He was drowning in a sea of corporate ruin, and his phones were ringing off the hook with furious investors. To make matters worse for him, the leaked video had worked perfectly. He was now facing a massive, looming battle with the fierce Valor pack, whose Alpha was already mobilizing warriors to avenge the ultimate betrayal of his mate bond. Crimson was completely cornered, fighting for his survival on two separate fronts.

One of those demons was a green demon while the other was a crimson demon. If both were crimson demons, the brothers would have retreated. After all, the two of them only had less than a 20% chance of beating two crimson demons. However, since it was one green demon and one crimson demon, their chances of winning increased. Even if they found themselves unable to win in the end, they could still retreat! If they managed to win, it would be a substantial reward! The two of them exchanged an excited look. Grook said in a low voice, "Get rid of the green demon first, then we'll deal with the crimson one!"

Euryale was burning Crimson and Jenna with venom. Susan, Andrews and Kristina had ganged up along with the Lieutenant, firing away with lazer blasts from the fresh supply of weapons that Carter and Henry had brought with them from the facility. But their efforts seemed to be proving futile when some of the blasts simply bounced off of Kratos’s broad and jacked chest. He roared and charged at them, thrusting out his arms ready to turn them into pulp but was thrown back when something sharp streaked past his shoulder. It was Carmen. She was firing her mystical arrows that shot off glistening electrically like tiny bolts of lightning. Kratos drew back, taking cover, where Diana struck out at hi

Wrath muttered, “Holy shit he’s hardcore.” And Allistair was now grinning like it was his birthday. Lilith raised an eyebrow, taken aback. Lucifer gestured sharply. “Explain. Now.” Kaelen sighed. Then, with the resignation of someone confessing to forgetting to take the chicken out of the freezer, he said: “I’m… an assassin, name's Crimson.” Tyrel spoke hearing this familiar name. "Oh the famous serial killer they were talking about. And my favorite one. Wow didn't think I'd met you in person."

"Who else?" "Oh, Diablo gathered the Gun Bros, who you know as Dennis and Daniel, the Download, who you know as Gustavo, and taught the internet tricks to Crusher's brother, and all the others in the cellblock that you probably already know, but that you know by nicknames; you arrested everyone, right, Flavvy? That's what unites this crew! And that's why Crusher went to the cellblock after he had a falling out with Big Lock, that hottie! That's how Diablo recruits in there, he looks for people you arrested."

I say with exasperation and Killian falls into step with me, not even bothered by the horrific mess he just made of the man. We come across more Crimson Moon fighters, I take on one but watch as Killian destroys the other three swiftly and gruesomely. I was quickly realizing underneath the beauty of his blond hair and electric blue eyes, Killian had a dark side, hiding beneath his charismatic persona, another personality that took form on the battlefield. One that was skilled in killing and enjoyed it. Across the dry dirt field, I see a figure, his unmistakable posture and greying hair. “Crane!” I yell as loud as I can and start in his direction, my goal of finding Gabriel taking a back seat

"You sold your soul to Julian for cheap power, and now you have nothing left." "I just need what is inside that safe!" Dominic screamed, swinging the iron bar wildly in the air. "Your father owned the syndicate! He built their routing systems! The secondary key inside this wall gives me immunity! Give it to me!" Alexander stepped forward with terrifying speed. Before Dominic could swing the metal bar again, Alexander grabbed Dominic's wrist, twisting it hard until the bar clattered against the floor. With one powerful push, Alexander slammed Dominic against the cold stone wall, holding him tight by his neck.

someone shouted — Damian. He strode forward, security trailing behind, his glare sharp enough to silence the room. “You’ve gone too far, Crane.” Crane smiled coldly. “Just speaking facts.” Damian moved closer until they were face to face. “You want my company? Fight me. But leave her out of this.” Crane’s smirk widened. “Funny thing, Damian. You built an empire on lies. Don’t be shocked when they start collapsing on the woman who thought she could thaw the devil.”

The Wilds remained still. "For years," he said softly, "I've wondered what would happen if I placed Crimson Blood in a body that wasn't prepared for it." His gaze returned to Sera. "I've seen what it does to vampires." His crimson eye brightened. "I've seen what it does to humans." A pause. "And I've seen what happens when it refuses both." Sera's fingers tightened around her dagger. "Stop talking about me like I'm a specimen." The Listener looked genuinely amused. "But you are fascinating."