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Darian’s POV The throne felt colder tonight. Darian Rhadamanthys Draven sat upon the black stone carved from obsidian, older than empires, colder than death. The flames in the great hall of the Obsidian Moon Pack danced across the polished marble floor, reflecting the deep red of his eyes. But they offered no warmth, no comfort. Power had long since dulled into routine. Fear was commonplace. And loneliness... loneliness had rooted itself in the marrow of his bones like a second skin.

One of the twins said from the group, getting up from his seat, which was next to Shakira and her boyfriend. Keira immediately let out an exhale, forcing a smile through her discomfort. "I'm Cole." He introduced himself, reaching his hand towards Keira for a handshake and she took it with great hesitation. He repeated the same welcoming gesture to Elvira, then continued his introduction. "These are my friends," he turned to the mean-looking guy with Shakira, "He's Alexandre, but we call him Andre and Shakie calls him Dre." He informed them, his gaze, particularly on Elvira.

But there’s no way in hell I’m leaving now. “Weighing in at 213 pounds, he’s 6’2 of a solid wall you don’t wanna fucking hit. He’s the very male your mama warned you about and all the scary shit that goes bump in the night, let’s hear it for the … MOTHER FUCKING REEEEEEEEVE of the Flying Death!!! Punch Dennnnnissooooooon,” the emcee shouts, as the crowd erupts again. Suddenly there’s a massive surge and everyone moves forward, as if they’re all trying to get a piece of him. Get close to him.

Where did the black crow's confidence come from that the dragon emperor was dead? "Don't think too hard young master, the dragon emperor is indeed dead and all the demonic beasts that evolved into monsters know all about it." Black Crow explained that there was a bond between monsters and the former dragon emperor, they could somehow sense that there was something missing from their bodies when they became monsters. For example, their monster qi is not as good as human qi. Back when the dragon emperor was alive, all demon beasts and monsters became stronger because the monster qi was quite good back then.

"First I thought of taking revenge by killing you but you stole my heart... You are too good for him and will be a waste if I kill you. " "Why are you against Vlad? " I asked. "He killed my brother. " He answered. "You guys are no saints." I said and he nodded. "I agree but that doesn't mean I'll let it slide. " He replied. "Are you with Marinos?! " I asked. "No! They don't own us... Marino's don't control Northeastern side of country. We have our own gang." What is this, why do I always get stuck in their fucked up shit.

Asking Dyson about the Nether Deity would be walking straight into the line of fire. She decided to have her subordinates gather some information first. Within the Three Army Coalition, those most shocked by Chase's Nether Deity Hall phantom were naturally from the Great Emerald Empire. As the foremost empire of Earth Emperor Heaven, they were descendants of the Earth Emperor himself. They were particularly sensitive to anything related to death, the netherworld, and reincarnation. The Earth Emperor Mausoleum was not only the Great Emerald Empire's imperial tomb but also the only site left behind by the Earth Emperor before and after his ascension.

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.