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Her eyes are as deep a blue as I remember. "Hi. I'm Layla Ambrigino! Your father hired me to watch Lorie while you were away. It's nice to finally meet you!" Layla says as she extends her hand out to me shaking me from my day dream. Does she not remember who I am? I think to myself as a sadness fills my chest. I quickly reach out and take her hand in mine. Her skin is soft and cool to the touch and I find myself not wanting to let go. "I am Nicolae Draven. It's a pleasure to meet you Layla. I want to apologize for my father leaving so abruptly and leaving you two alone." I reply with a forced smile.

The solo music that was bumming loud on speak was paused, the DJ himself was the one that has the courage alone to catch up with the door, the crowd was rowdy, people kept chasing different directions in the bar, although the space was little, there were only finding a spot to get lost in or hide in it. The DJ gathered his composure and tried pulling the door, but it wasn't working at all, he tried and tried but it didn't. The sound of it jolted Negato's attention towards the door. Nagato turned hastily with his eyes that were blazing red, still, in his demon form, his Ability was super strength and fastness. But as for the dark fog that he could control around his body and also down to his

He didn't have the rot of centuries on him yet, but the hunger was there. It sat in the set of his jaw. It lived in the way his fingers tapped the console—rhythmic, mechanical, inevitable. Nergal. He wasn't a King. He was a Project Lead. And seeing him so... human, made my skin itch with a sudden, violent urge to scratch it off. "Dr. Ashur," a woman whispered. Dr. Selene. Elena. Her voice trembled. She was the only one whose breathing was shallow, jagged.

It was the cold, clipped voice of General Fatima Nyosi. "I must admit, Patient Zero, I am impressed," Nyosi’s voice echoed through the clearing, utterly devoid of panic despite losing a multi-million-dollar asset. "Professor Manji’s files suggested you were a blunt instrument. A brute force adapter. But disabling a military-grade encrypted dead-man switch with localized electromagnetic manipulation? That shows an evolutionary learning curve that is frankly terrifying." "I’m coming for you, Nyosi," Baraka said, staring directly into the drone’s camera. The violet light in his eyes flared, reflecting the dying sun. "You, Manji, Tindo. All of you. I'm going to tear your war machine apart."

He pushed it back into the fire and straightened to greet me. Every time I had seen this man, he embodied the words dark and mysterious. However, being this close to him drove that idea home. Whereas every other Draygon that I had met in this village was tinged with gold and had a slightly tanned complexion, Nerrian was dark. His short hair that barely brushed his shoulders was jet black, and his eyes were a matching shade causing both to stand out on his amazingly pale skin that held no tinge of green. Even the robes he wore were black, giving the impression of a quintessential Dark Wizard that would put me under his spell before taking over the world.

Fenian says. “It’s true what they say, love is blind,” Tesha says, smiling at her mate. “So you have the same shift as the girl who joined the Mean Ones,” I say. “I’ve heard about her. She’s blue though, right?” Tesha asks. “Yes,” I say. “Which means she has my mate’s water dragon DNA,” an older man says walking in. “I’m Dr. Everett. I’m not sure if you remember me. We met before, but I think you were a bit overwhelmed.”

End Clint’s POV **Just outside of Naga’s territory in the tiny town of Blackbriar a threat emerges** This is so odd. I can see everything as if I am here, but when I look behind me, I see my head down on the table. The Trio comes to me and holds me. They kept saying, “Blackbriar, Sagittarius.” Blackbriar must be where I am. I look up and see the full moon nearly reaching its apex and I hear voices. I drift towards them. A group of hooded figures is standing in a circle with a man in its center. He's a bit older than me by a few years. He has medium-length dark hair and piercing hazel eyes. I hear a member of the group ask the man in the center if he is ready. They call him Draven and he says

Disgusting perv. I grabbed him by the shoulders and whipped him around. He gasped in surprise and then smiled. It was Drake. He'd come back. Even in the low light I could see his eyes had changed. They were dark like the elf woman's had been. And he didn't smell human any longer. Instead the scent of vanilla potpourri surrounded him. He was an Akuma. Crap! "Drake," I said, shocked. "Yep. I came back for you, Jack."

"Don't ask." Dr. Braun and Kenji (Zero) were dressed as "Mad Scientists" (lab coats and goggles). Kenji checked his tablet. "We are close. The power grid spikes are right under that building." He pointed to the "SEGA GiGO" Arcade Tower. [The Arcade] Basement Level 4.

One of the maintenance bots confirmed after a full x-ray scan, the human assistants doing their last small tasks such as removing any unnecessary hair from her body and trimming her nails before gathering their smart kits and exiting the room. The BloodHound however remained rooted to his spot, guarding the subject until two of the doctors assigned to the Negative program entered, ready to do the full inspection. Dr. Nasri entered first, her dark brown eyes trained on the fragile figure laying over the white table as she held a tablet close to her chest. "So...another Negative has been found, huh?" "And she is a fine specimen too," Dr. Nazarov commented as he followed his co-worker, taking a