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I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

It was unlike him, but then again loss of Ophelia was still clawing its way through the tattered remains of our souls. “I mean what I said Jude,” he snapped, tugging on the sleeve of his dress shirt. The white material was stained with blood, but he made no move to change. “The tear or rift or whatever the fuck you want to call it closed up. Si è chiuso! It’s not there anymore. The rest of the demons that managed to slip through have been killed as well. We have a few fire elementals out there burning the remains.” Well, that explained the smell of charred ass lingering in the air.

Hellfire started seeping from the cracks in the ground, and the demons hiding in the shadows started to scatter in a run. They all rushed to the door in great fear. But as they reached the door at the big one, the doors were thrown open. I could see the Nephilim marching in, swords drawn and ready with arrows drawn back, making the demons back away. I could hear Nicolas' voice, shouting orders at the people. They all backed into corners, threatening any that tried to flee. The ground continued to shake, and I caught sight of Cole and Jesse's father, who was stepping towards Lilith as she tried to back away on the ground.

The door to the room I was, flew open, revealing the demon himself, dressed in his all black glory, he was holding a gun, he looked over at me and smirked, dropping the gun on his table, he walked over to his dresser, taking off his rolled up sleeve suit. "You know this is low right, even for you." I said. "I'll take the risk." His very sweet voice echoed around the room, damn, how I've missed that voice. "Lemme guess, you want to 50 shades of gray me." I said, Sacarsm dripping from my words. He gave a full rich laugh, taking off his pants and sliding on his black joggers. "Hmm, kinda." He said. "Look Tyler, in order to avoid any nonsense in the future, just let me go." I said, although, I k

“Seems like you’re forgetting the impact of the Allister brothers. One click of their fingers, and they could have everyone on the battlefield asleep. Theo overheard Ryker’s conversation with Ozark. Guess the new enemy I have made without ever meeting this said person in my life?” Rozol’s face twisted into a frown. “A lair leader?” I knew why he said that. It wasn’t unheard of that demons started fights amongst themselves for little to no reason. I chuckled bitterly. If only my problem were that easy. “Even better. Draven. Wanna know the icing on my already fucked up cake? The Brothers of Doom are alive.” I picked up a whiskey bottle from my desk, unscrewing the cap before tipping the bottle

We were all put in great bewilderment after hearing that story. “As we analyzed also the situation about the arrival of nine-higher ranking demons on Celestia, they were not actually summoned from the past contrary to what Vela perceived because there were no changes in the course of time nor in the history of the Holy War. These demons were released from their seal when the powerless mages offered the whole world of Celestia and its people to them as they chanted a forbidden and forgotten ritual that Vela had learned from the past,” Archmaster Leonard added.

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.

Vivian Stone, have you ever considered that this isn't my father's body, but yours? Vivian rolled her eyes at me. "My father is an honest, simple man. How would he provoke a kind college student into running him over?" She opened a video call and showed it to me as if she were flaunting a trophy. "Look. With one order from me, your father's corpse will be nothing but bones." In the video, Robert's body was being carried to the edge of a pool by several people in protective suits. White smoke rose from the liquid inside.