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How could they possibly continue fighting against two Nine Saint Oracles? Hansel nodded and shouted, "Nine Saint Oracle, you're marked!" Hansel raised his hand, and an evil-looking and poisonous mist spread quickly toward Xenia and Yennie. Uh!

"And you have done nothing particularly about the lasting existence of the monster and Kharl Sterg's bastard in Nutusel..." She sat on the bed again and continued. "Knowing that the customs will never allow such." "It is the same customs which states that Sporge, as the hunter of honor lives and associates with spirits and supernatural beings. Now, the spirit has given Sporge a daughter; and you, the Duchess of Nutusel believes the customs would want me to send her out of the village?" She sat slightly for a while, then stood and walked to a single-seater metal chair padded with foam. She sat on the hand of the chair.

she turn slowly facing the armies of vampires who were now sneering angrily ready to attack . " I guess it's time for round 2 " she said and her sword vibrated and it blaze up with black hell fire . seeing the fire the vampires all move back knowing how dangerous hell fire is . hell fire burns it's victims to death and can never be put off by anyone " c'mon let's roll " she roared and stabbed her sword on the ground and the whole club exploded consuming everyone inside along side with herself .

Everything happened so quickly; one moment I was standing there with Hermes making casual conversation, the next thing I know, all the souls of Heaven and Hell appear in the Garden and the battle begins. They went from zero to a hundred incredibly fast. Lucifer was right, there was absolutely no warning about this battle about to commence, nothing like the mock battles we had – these souls appeared out of nowhere and they kept coming, leaving nothing but the sight of fighting figures all along the flat plane of the Garden.

Abi said with so much courage. "Are you sure? What if I tell you that the land in which you momentarily just entered is ruled by a Vampire lord, will you be scard or petrified? That his subject are all Vampires, some races known as demons and then a confranity tribe called the witches. Will you still want to stay or back out completely?" Zeres eyes studied her expression which didn't change at all. "You had already told me that you were an actual devil. What's more worst than being a devil? I don't go back on my words."

She added, "You have been here for almost a year now, and the changes are palpable. I have been under his care long before any of you... and it has been hell. Bloodlust consumed him every night, with blood spilling everywhere. He would show no mercy, killing any of us if our doors were not locked at night and if he thirsted for blood." "I agree. Since Lady Sol arrived, he has been remarkably calm. Honestly, I didn't think she would survive a single night," Gerber remarked with a laugh, attempting to soften the impact of her words. She continued, "No offense intended, my dear, I am simply stating the truth. Considering your initial weakness, I genuinely believed you would die within a day, pe

Relief washed through me as I shook my head. "No. What we believe about demons are wrong. They are called Daemons and they do not have the power to take souls," I explained. "They need a spell from a Sorceress to do that. But a Sorceress needs the amplifying power of a Daemon to take souls on such a mass scale. So, they used this symbiotic relationship to bring on this huge curse. Disguised as a sickness, it caused people to turn into a zombie like creature. Once that was done, they twisted the hunger into a soul feeding machine. Now they won't stop until all the souls are gone." I turned to Cynthia feeling the pain that she must be feeling knowing what had happened to her children.

he said through his teeth, resentfully. “Oh my god,” Helena murmured. “Is this true, Heath?” Greg demanded. “Add in the fact that a good number, if not all, of the NES soldiers in Havermouth are Van Helsings, yes,” Heath replied grimly. “F-king hell. Are they here for the zombies?” Greg wondered. “I suspect not,” Heath replied. “I think it’s just coincidence and the flood just gave them the opportunity to mobilize their army without raising concern from the human population. I, personally, think that they’re here for the vampires.”

I followed him, but I couldn’t pass through the open door like he did, as though there was a glass wall separating Elijah and me. Elijah turned around as I slammed my fist on the invisible barrier. It was the same magic as the one in Club Lira. The only difference is that the entire room was warded. Each time I bang my fist on the barrier, red symbols glow from the ceiling and floor. They were drawn in blood. “Cazzo,” Elijah cursed, slamming his body sideways against the invisible barrier. It was no use. His eyes flitted behind me just as an army of goosebumps rose from my nape. “Rory!” Elijah growled, his eyes wide with fear.

The Princess slowly moved her gaze away from her injured hand (it will mend itself as long as she didn’t touch it) the prized sword of the Sanscrofts’ at her feet. The silver blade that was identical to the color of her knight’s eyes, she gazed at it for the very first time with rapt attention–Hel was its name, the sword that was named after the goddess of Niflheim in Norse mythology, if she was not mistaken… and though her family’s heirloom sword, Bellona, was nearly as old as the Northern kingdom itself, Hel was a different story altogether when it comes to age… it was even claimed to have slain an actual demon according to an old legend. Though how and why it had managed to hurt her, she