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They were slaughtered. Dante slowly stood up to address everyone now, his demeanor turning even darker. "You all know what this means." He said, his voice coarse. "It is war he wants." "Who exactly are we talking about here?" Someone asked. I already knew the answer, and the whisper left my lips before I had the chance to stop myself. "El Diablo." Gasps of terror erupted from all around us, then the murmurs began again. I was beginning to understand just how much of a menace this "El Diablo" truly is. Only the mention of his name is able to strike so much fear in the minds of these men.

" Pablo stated. "Let me see that." Diana said and collected the book from Pablo. "It's weird but it's quite easy to follow." Diana said. Diana is actually the best at map reading in the entire class. "Wait, give me that." Pablo said. Diana handed him the book and he looked inside. "There's something more guys." Pablo said. "What's in it?" I asked curiously. Pablo started to read again. "But beware all who trail the path with the demon child. You might never make it back alive."

When the hands chased them, this book had slid from the high shelf and fallen right in front of Siron's feet, as if pointing to itself. They opened it on the carpet. The pages were brittle, smelling musty. Most of it was in Old German, but there were illustrations, ink sketches depicting battles, rituals, and... a man with glowing eyes, surrounded by shadows. "Here he is," Siron whispered, pointing to one illustration. The man was handsome, standing on a pile of corpses, with a crown on his head. "Alaric."

“He’s got quite the imagination.” “Yeah,” Diego said softly. “Imagination.” Diego’s House — 10:30 PM Mordecai reappeared as Diego was studying the napkin under lamplight. “What’s that?” “Leonardo’s latest story. About a man who shifts into multiple animals. Who has my family crest. Who’s looking for his brother.” Mordecai took the napkin, his eyes narrowing as he read the script. “This is old tongue. Vampire script. You’re sure he wasn’t making it up?”

So I decided to try again. "Luca, what's with the dragon and flames on your back?" I asked, and he laughed. He rinsed his mouth and spat out the water and then stood straight to flex his muscles so I could get the full view. Instead of looking at the tattoo, my eyes were fixed on his tight, sexy, manly butt. My mind was in the gutters. "The dragon breathes fire. It can never burn him. Hell is fire, and I am the dragon that rules it," he said, and I understood.

Diablo: I was quiet as Alonzo and I sat in the car, not bothering to open my mouth to speak as I got lost in the number of thoughts that I had in my head. And I knew that he could read that in my expression. The fact that he didn’t even question where we were going told me that he understood.

Dante: “Where did Alessandro run off to?” I asked Nicolas who shrugged as he chose a knife. He smirked and handed it to me, his eyes growing menacingly dark as his wolf grew high with a bloodlust adrenaline boost. “He would be back” Nicolas said, choosing a knife for himself before approaching Leonardo whose eyes widened in surprise when he dug it inside his dick. The man’s eyes widened in surprise, and screaming, we both watched as his blood poured as his wails of pain, squirmed, and thrashes grew relentless.

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."

This made my father proud. He told me this many times, especially after seeing me at my worst. They called him when I was too anxious with my knife, the blood of our enemies staining every part of me as red as the Devil. This is where the legend of il Diavolo (The Devil) was born . Eviscerate, dismember, break... the pain I distributed was returned tenfold in my father's love.

OF ALLIES, FLINGS & ENEMIES ~STEPHAN All my life, I've had a myriad of feelings ranging from fear to despair to grief to hopelessness, and rage. I had it rough growing up. Even though I was born into luxury, I had to fight for everything, even my life. Thaddeus "El Diabolo" Delmundo was many things. A strategist, a murderer, a warrior, a thief, a cheat, and a liar. He had no interest in being a father and he made that very clear.