Novel & Cerita Fiery Mouth Of Baal

"You spent a lot of time at Baal's house. You know what kind of evil creature he is, don't you?" "I think we'd better leave before the mafia guys find us." Karl shoved her hair back and examined each side of her neck. "Did that monster bite you?" "He's not a monster." Aya stepped back. "If you've been watching him and Stephan, you should know they're completely different. Malcolm is a good man." Karl's mouth twisted with disgust. "Baal is a hideous creature from hell." "He is not! He risked his life to protect me."

A sickly halo bloomed white-blue on his head. "My girl, I am everywhere, you heathen whore. I am wherever the Dawn Star rises. You will rot in my gullet and I will make a stew of your bones, like I did Baal, like I did El, like I did Asherah. I will supplant any thought of rebellion in you." I screamed, raising my arrow, but Eleleth grabbed it and snapped it like a twig. He hoisted me up by my neck and kissed me with a mouth of winter. My lips burned blue.

Words, to her freaking surprise, turned to saliva and slipped down her throat. This feeling was intense— just like the eyes of her Alpha. Sparkling Embers, dark yellow, looking like scorching heating fire. Fire that spurts from the mouth of a dragon, which melts every freaking wall and vaporizes every drop of water, and turns every being into ash if caught under its cage.

Get to Verdyr. Baal ran in, his skin completely black, almost shining in the daylight. He swung his hammer at Lucifer, who jumped over it, using his wings to lift himself up further. Baal was annoyed, but confident. He knew that he had no chances of losing here, so he decided to relish the moment. "Oh how I've wanted to put one of you archangels down." Baal smiled. "I wonder if Michael will follow once he knows you're dead? Or maybe he'll thank me?" He laughed.

Alfi exclaimed. The Baphomet’s head motif on the plates glows purple. Shikulo shoots dark flame to Garuda, burning it alive. “Don’t underestimate me!” Garuda flies to Alfi. ßenlong flies to Garuda. ßenlong emits flame from its mouth and Garuda shoots a yellow beam from its beak to ßenlong. Alfi takes a leap and jabs Garuda’s face really hard that Garuda falls crashing that rocky ground really hard.

I groaned, remaining frustratingly visible. “Thy ass, Lord Samael-” Samael roared. Puck caught on fire. A foxhunt began. Bits of fluff mingled with the satyr's cries. Beelzebub face drew long. He glared barbed wire at me. “A new distraction, Sam?” Samael rose with me in his arms. “It's done, Baal,” his voice grated. Beelzebub narrowed his eyes. “What is done? Because it seems I've had the woeful misfortune of interrupting something... unpalatable.”

“Siegfried, I'm minding at what are you doing!” “I'm protecting your realm, Helia Baal,” said the gloomy creature in a toneless voice, sitting at one of the crevices of the precipice. The creature turned its head of a goat with its two left and right twisted horns winding towards the back of its head. It had been picking crow's foot grasses, placing the grass between its claw-like hands, and turning it to crows. “Siegfried, stop this treachery at once! There's vermin everywhere!” Helia's voice was tight, wobbly drawing again her broom with her both hands– this time to smack the creature that had been making pesky vermin.

Mane flew towards Dragon King Bast with the armored dragon’s maws opened wide. “Illi, cuius nomen Summum est, vocatus es; veni, spiritus ignei imperatorii!” A large ball of fire made gathered within the dragon’s jaws. Dragon King Bast’s eyes opened wide when he saw this as his rage grew. The flames he saw were not yellow or Mane’s signature blue, but red flames that carried the scent of blood! As that fire ball formed, his desperation reached its zenith.

Even the two men beside him felt the pressure on their bodies but didn’t complain. “Tricks? Fight Like a true man? You seem to forget that it was you three who came into my home and are trying to kill me. Why should I give you the advantage when I’m in the right?” Blake asked from the mist. Suddenly, a fireball was released from Blake’s last voice transmission. It was from the Elder Báisè de Fengcheng, the Partridge of the Báisè de family. “Oh, you like to play with fire? I have one for you then.” Blake’s voice came from another direction, and a black fireball sailed through the air towards the men.

The sockets were filled with a milky, white film that bulged outward, agitated and red-rimmed. "Who is it?" Nergal wheezed. He turned his head side to side, sniffing the air. "I smell... iron. I smell soap. Are you the executioner?" Barzil didn't answer. He couldn't. He looked at the creature that had once commanded armies. The visual input didn't match the memory file in his brain. The dissonance made him dizzy.