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Reive shrugged his shoulders and grimaced, “Do your job! You’ll be rewarded when you finish.” “Good...” The whitish miasma dropped into the stones and slid into the castle depths. The necromancer was left alone. Except that, Angelina was still with him in his thoughts. He saw her eyes; grass-green like swamp duckweed, and his mood was spoilt. He was sure: as soon as the truth came out, the girl would leave him. As soon as she found out she’d given a part of herself to the bone dragon by attaching his spirit to herself, she’d probably fly into a rage.

Closing my eyes, I focused harder and could taste the bitter sting of rage, anger and craving for revenge spreading through her mind, bordering her soul. “Through the shadows, we shall be eternally connected now, and you will come to me, Angel of Darkness,” a smile formed on my lips. Ironically, the consequence of the Moon Goddess’ intervention came to be in my benefit. Having Angeline consumed by Darkness was much better than my original plan of simply killing her and having the Moon Goddess prophecy dead with Angeline. I couldn’t take my eyes off Angeline's image. The blackness in her was beautiful, fitting like a glove.

She said in a sad tone as she stared at their photo. Angel lost her mother because of an accident when she was 13. It was two months after Angel passed the first stage of transition and found out that she was a Sin. The loss hit her hard and got deeply depressed, to the point that she attempted to kill herself atleast five times. Then, she met Aldrin. Al saved her and introduced her to the world of Sins and combat. It was when Angel started to live a double life to save her sanity and escape her depression. She used training to clear her mind and saw combats as her stress reliever. “Sometimes, I feel bad for this little guy.” She sadly uttered as she caressed Jiro’s face in the picture.

“She prays for the demise of all us ‘devils’. Only… Selene isn’t taking calls right now as she’s living her best mortal life. And so, instead of Selene hearing the prayer… another receives it instead. A Goddess by the name of Nemesis, one who presides over balance, law and retribution. Of course, it doesn’t take her long before she discovers what Selene has been trying so hard to hide. No, worse than that, it doesn’t take her long to discover *us*, two creatures worse than simply mutated wolf people, but mortals who hold pieces of Gods. ‘Abominations’ as she kindly put it.” “You spoke to her?” I asked, surprised. “To this Goddess, Nemesis?” “Of course,” she answered. “She is doomsday. The en

she finally looked him in the eyes. There is vulnerability there, sadness and confusion. "Who?" it doesn't matter. Even though love is not a sin, emotions are not a part of an Angel. They should stay neutral. Her sin is that she loved a demon. "Azzazal" his eyes widened. They can't be together. Azzazal is the next lord of the Underworld and she is now a human. Even she must know that. Althea is pure, innocent to this world, but she is not stupid.

I simply say while stuffing my hands in my pocket. "Dude, I hate that word," Justin mumbles, and I scoff. Soon, we see Angel's walking figure. She is humming a song with her beautiful voice. Daniel jogs behind her with an evil smirk and pokes her side, making her yelp in surprise. "Are you fucking sick?" she asks in disbelief once she sees us. How did I not notice her at school? Angel is so beautiful with her black hair and hazel eyes. I'm going soft! "Why are you following me?" she snaps.

“The devil you called is your brother, remember? Alistar, the Angel of Death. He was the brother that you sealed inside the volcano for thousands of years.” The Angel of Death, commonly known as Alistar in Moon Goddess' Kingdom, led a rebellion against the Moon Goddess because of her affection towards the supernatural species. One of Alistar's things was mating with a woman, Trinity, destined to be the mother of dark magic. Through that mating, Trinity received a considerable amount of dark magic in her arsenal.

something that tugged at the frayed strings of my heart before I could stop it. But despite this, the hatred in my heart waxed stronger. It was so overwhelming, it felt unnatural. Even while I lay there, half-asleep, my claws itched to bury themselves in his throat and draw blood. I was aware of my own anger towards him. But this rage inside of me had gone to a whole different level the moment I'd seen Anessa's picture. It was as though something had snapped inside of me like a triggered spell. "If you have truly decided to make it your life's mission to end me, that's fine. My life has always been in your hands," Alpha Daxton said, brushing strands of my hair away from my face.

Next came in line War, his amber eyes glowing like two eternal pits of fire, matching his equally red locks, framing a long, almost aristocratic-like face, his armour-clad body standing perfectly still as I examined him. The third one was none other than Famine, with a deeply wrinkled face and sharp, razor-like teeth that can scare your very soul, his cloudy grey eyes blankly staring into nothingness, just like his entire appearance, reflecting nothing but deep sorrow. And the last one...was my knight... My dark angel... Pitch black, soulless eyes emotionlessly stared right back into mine, unlike those blue ones I used to absolutely adore, pure white hair lightly falling over his forehead, s

Damon’s POV: My nemesis. That was the label I had pinned on her the moment I realized I couldn't ignore her existence. She wasn't an enemy in the traditional sense—she didn't carry a gun or plot my downfall in the dark—but she was the one opponent I could never seem to beat. She was the glitch in my life, the persistent static in my frequency. My downfall. My undoing. It all started on December 31, 2012. That was the first time I actually stood in the same room as her. I was eleven years old and she was nine. It was a New Year’s Eve dinner.