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he said, fangs visible from his mouth. "Who....who..." "I'm your guardian angel" he smirked again. Arianna eyes opened in realization. Guardian angel? more like guardian Demon! "I won't hurt you. You summoned me" he said, Arianna gasped, No....she had summoned an angelic creature not this......dark being. Her eyes swept across his features, his skin was an ashen gray and he was shirtless, a mark of a claw on his right chest, long flowing hair that had been tied loosely behind him. He was smirking evilly at her, she felt her legs weaken. She was about to say something when Meena walked in.

He fought down a smile. Liv's breaths came quickly as her eyes locked on his body. He had muscles she hadn't even known existed. He was like a marble sculpture, all hard planes and valleys, veins popping out from his extraordinary muscles. When his thumbs tugged down his briefs, her breath caught in anticipation, but he shifted before Liv could even get a glance at what was under the black cloth. She jerked in surprise. Between one blink and the next, he'd gone from a muscled Viking warrior to a huge, white wolf. He was so large she thought he looked like one of the Dire wolves from Game of Thrones.

do you know where I'm going? -No ... you wouldn't find them- says the man with a broken voice. Azael laughs again. -Don't you know who I am? The man shakes his head. Azael takes a few seconds to respond. A malicious smile forms on his face before he does so. -I'm Azael Volkov. Dutson's son. I feel the man's face go completely pale. We all watch the scene in silence, no one dares to speak. - That mafia is dead ...- he says in just a whisper.

Laughing hysterically for another feast they are taking, they hurriedly scattered themselves into the streets of the near-barren city. ❇❇❇ She couldn't believe what she was seeing. A seven-foot tall being, almost humanoid, was standing before her. His skin was green, and his body was built up like The Hulk, all muscular and weirdly contorted. The corners of his mouth went up to a smirk, showing his sharp, dirty canines inside. He was carrying a cell-like bag, and she could see some white orbs floating inside it. She gulped. "Luna, please calm down."

I am not under any form of duress or coercion to pay heed to this agreement. I have the full and conscious understanding that once this never-ending agreement is made, there is no order, above or below, in any world or dimension, that could possibly break the bond formed between the parties involved in this agreement, nor the agreement itself. I will relinquish permanently unto the demon, Logan, all ownership of my soul once he has accomplished the mission stated on his side of the agreement. I have acknowledged that once this agreement is signed, neither death nor time can unbind me, and this contract shall never be disputed or argued.

When he took in the nature of their foe, a chill passed over him. They were Moran’kaar. Randey struggled to push aside the dread that rose within him. Memories of his first encounter with one such creature still fueled his nightmares. They were as he remembered; a ghoulish, evil mockery of Minotaurs, with malformed features and loose flesh. They had to be sustained with Dark Magic. There was no other explanation, for they had the look of creatures long dead. Yet they moved with surprising speed. That was different, for the one Master Kolton and Sir Braedon had dispatched had not been so quick. Evidently that trait had been addressed by those behind their creation.

My fangs pressed against my lips, ready to tear his throat out if necessary. "This body is human, but his soul is no longer of this world. I've taken it over. My name is Izu. I am a demura. And this forest is my hunting ground." I curved low, getting into a fighting stance. I had no idea what a demura was, but he should know that I was not his prey. Opening my mouth, I released my fangs. The man's blood smelled rotten. No way I would drink from him, but my fangs were razor sharp and made a great weapon.

The soldier at the front didn't move a bit out of fear, while the soldier at the back had wanted to get away but made no move. "The four of them are my minions, please use them as you please master." Regera pointed at them, but was still in a lowered state. There were 4 people with 2 girls with all black clothes and hair like Regera, the rest were girls and boys with all red clothes and hair. They belong to the same demon race as Regera. "Wait a minute! Samael, you've appeared again!" I approached one of the black haired girls named Samael, she is a girl with a small body and a cute face.

"A being of pure dark magic. No body. No weaknesses. Just power and hunger and the need to consume everything." Morgana's body exploded into black smoke. And when it reformed, it wasn't human anymore. It was massive—maybe twenty feet tall. Made entirely of shadows and darkness and those horrible black eyes. "Oh fuck," Dante breathed. "Yeah," I agreed. "That about sums it up." The Void that used to be Morgana opened its mouth and roared, the sound so loud it shook the ground. Then it attacked.

Gigi instantly followed suit, doing the same thing. I barely processed what had happened when a scream left my lips at the monster that emerged. Her form was that of a wolf that had begun decaying, skin eaten away by bacteria, exposing the bones and organs inside her on her chest and legs. Her eyes switched to night vision and glowed a terrifying red. It was as if a zombie had climbed its way to earth in order to feed on all our pups.