Taking The Demon's Mate
‘A resourceful fool, Your Evilness,’ Malachi jeered in Julius’ mind.
Julius’ hand flicked backwards, and the carving knife on the nearby table floated into his grasp. He stood over Reed’s body, his expression cold and devoid of any remorse.
The demon appeared beside him, short and sturdy, its form crackling with dark energy.
Julius began chanting, calling ancient forces to restore the strength Arlen had taken. His voice was low and sharp, the words twisting the air, filling the room with a sense of dread.
The ritual called for the heart of his victim. Toward the end of the incantation, Julius would carve it out and consume it.
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