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A bone-chilling aura permeated the air; every being seemed to have come to a dormant state as Skylar exuded the almighty fiend soul's power. He raised his right arm steadily, charging it toward Grunt at full force!

“What clue? “ Williams smiled “ Think about it, these deaths could be possible caused by anything or anyone, it could be an organization, a cult or even a single entity but there is a factor been have to look at, these deaths happens all over the world at almost the same period of time, that means there must be something, maybe an instrument that is been used to immediately kill people in a large scale, and I was able to find something interesting “ “What? “ “ Linghun xipan or rather, soul suckers” Lucy eyes widened ‘ Just how much does he know’ “ A soul sucker is an instrument ,just like the name implies, used for sucking souls. I also discovered something very interesting, a soul sucker co

I ask. “You know he will not come back until there are no more screams coming from that place, you know he feeds on these things and the screams are the only thing that will get him off since he can’t see their faces.” I laugh at that; he is right Souls enjoys looking at his victims and seeing the life leave their bodies. However, this time he does not get to have that experience. “Yuri?” I question and he shakes his head. Clearly, he didn’t go to his side and I fear for Yuri if he went to Souls because he might be the one giving Souls the opportunity to see a life leaving a human body and it will be Yuri’s.

We complete each other, yet we are incomplete. Our journey has been the most beautiful one, yet it’s our most painful loss to each other. I love your soul and all that completes you. You always said, “Your scars are my scars”, but your tears and pain are all mine. All of me is all of you. Although we cannot be there for each other, I promise to remember every word, every feeling, and every smile of yours.

"I can do this all day." Keeping quiet the man screamed as Summer continued breaking his fingers one by one each time making it much more painful than the last. "Want to try that?" Reggie asked as Summer broke the man's only remaining finger. "That?" Summer asked looking at Reggie questioningly. "The new zapper." Reggie responded grinning.

They were beautiful, but it would be more beautiful if Syne appeared. Unfortunately, she wasn't the one who appeared. "I don't think Syne loved butterflies," The voice added, still not showing his face. "Who is he?" I asked Fermine. "You told us Syne loved butterflies!" Via added. "Are you kidding us?" "I think it's more of Uriel since he usually turned the souls into butterflies before they reincarnate," The voice explained. His voice is baritone and I can say it is full of sarcasm. "Who are you?" Via pulled out his knife even though I knew we were nothing against them. "Where is my brother?"

“Wonderful.” Snapping her finger and like the soul heard her and yield over their found master. Screams of tortured souls echo, as their cries, overflows and the image of the first terrace of the loop of hell is being shown. By which and with a smile from her, she utters the words. "Pride.” Whispering and like a warning bell and more of an alarm clock. Scream of dread and pain echoes as the souls and cries trap and torture within the terrace is getting louder and louder with each second, where she continues.

They sing in unison in a voice full of resentment that shocks people: - OH. OH. I am the cruel executioner who is controlled by the hearts of people, and the innocent one who is held in the hearts of people. I hate the endless bondage, trying to give humanity one after another the key to the heart, and if only one person will stop opening the prison door, I can return to sleep peacefully in the arms. the comfort of the Void. - OH. OH. I dig a bed in the garden of the soul, sow the sweet seed of Hope, but always reap the dry fruit of Desire; Planting green branches of Trust, but having to pick withered flowers of Doubt.