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"Holy shit Mortis there's more to you than meets the eyes." A broad grin over took Mortis's face as he lift the stick chest level. "I-It's about time you recognized this." On his final word he slammed his stick point down into the road. At first a faint glow eminated from his staff then quickly began spider webbing out from it's point of origin lighting up a beautiful silver pattern.

Mortis barked, slamming Marlo against the wall, hard enough to shake the paintings hanging there. Marlo struggled for a second, his chest heaving, teeth gritted—but Mortis held firm. "You think this helps?!" Mortis snapped. His voice was usually calm. Hearing him like this—furious and commanding—made the whole room go still. "You think screaming at an unconscious man is going to fix anything?!" Marlo stopped struggling. His hands fell limply to his sides. "You’re wrong, Marlo," Mortis said, his voice lowering but losing none of its intensity. "You're the only damn reason we’re still alive right now."

I know that he will run at the back door just to run away from me, to save his life, but I will not allow that, because there’s a debt that he needs to pay, and the payment is his LIFE. I went back inside the house and went upstairs to my room. I took Kera out and told her that there will be a big game that will happen later, and she needs to watch because she will be my only audience aside from my mom and dad inside my heart necklace. She said “Yes” to it and I know she is also excited like me. I put her at the top of the cabinet, for her to watch clearly and I wrote “MORTEM” on a piece of paper with my blood and let her hold it. After a few hours of waiting. I heard Mang Berto’s pickup tru

I mocked, "Does you pride hurts realizing that I am superior than you in many ways than one when I'm fully a demon?" Mortem is annoyed as he said, "I guess we won't find out because I'll be killing you now." "You just couldn't let that pride go, couldn't you?" I said, "You just had to be the best- number one." "What can I say? That's the original sin after all, Tate." Mortem said as he lunged at me using his pesky shadows to force me inside the death ring where instant death awaits for the defeated one. It's barbaric which is my father, Satan got rid of it during his reign but demons being demons, insisted we keep it.

She smiled smugly. "Eat it all, and I'll return every cent your mother took from you." I raised my head, my fingers scraping against the floor. Myra's expression twisted, and she drove her boot into my face. As pain exploded through my lips and teeth, hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway. By now, the livestream was surely flooded with viewers. I held my face and stared at her with wide, frightened eyes. "Myra... I honestly don't understand why you're so set on making my life miserable."

"I think not." "Memento mori." Remember your mortality. He declared and he saw the brat's eyes widen; there was no question that they were on equal grounds in terms of prowess though their abilities and strengths differed however the one crux the brat probably never bothered to think upon was that he was immortal and therefore much, much harder to kill as compared to a mortal. "Maranasati." Remember death.

Sumire asked in a panicky tone as her eyes perused the place to find the creepy presence of the twins. "I killed them." Straightforward, Mort said emotionlessly making her eyes widen in horror and blinking rapidly. Sumire's jaw dropped as her body involuntarily moved until her back touched the head of the bed when Mort appeared at a speed of light in front of her, so close, almost touching their nose, and looked directly into her eyes.

“Morris what do you want, it's already past midnight I want to sleep.” “ROGUE, SILVER IS DEAD, HE WAS MURDERED.”

Every time she saw him roaming free around the halls, it was because he’d earned that right from brutally killing his fellow inmates in a sadistic fight-to-the-death battle set up by sick, rich men who want to experience vicarious savagery. “Yrah, we are just trying to protect you. Gresso isn’t an ordinary guy. He can make himself irresistible to women. How do you think he managed to get you under his clutches so quickly? That’s his power. Once he’s got a woman under his spell, there’s no escape.” Note: Ofrenda - a special altar laid out with pictures of dearly departed loved ones surrounded with food offerings and lit candles to be displayed on the Dia de Los Muertos, or Day of the Dead, No

“You shouldn’t be here.” “I’m not leaving you,” I said, and Death faked a yawn. He inspected his nails, and I could tell he was bored. “He’ll be back soon enough,” Death said, and giggled. “Maybe you should try taking the bullet out.” I was back in Kiran’s bedroom and everyone crowded around Kiran. Malachi spoke calmly to them. “We need to make notifications and prepare his body.” “Nobody is touching my father!” I said angrily, and stalked toward them.