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I smiled at her thought process. “We are here!” Jamira turned around as Alsie came to a stop. “Are you ready Alsie?” She yelled. Alsie nayed. “Rex Lucifer, Portas Aperire Ad Regnum Tuum!” Jamira spoke the Latin words for ‘King Lucifer, open the gates to your kingdom.’ Sounds of people screaming, and moaning in pain filled the cave. Steam rose from the ground. I gripped Sanguinex hand. I had never seen or heard this part of hell. Alsie started to move as red lights filled the cave. The darkness faded. I looked out the side of the carriage, and saw the dark sun.

Nina’s whole fur is red like flames but I can’t tell when the actual fur ends and becomes flames or if the flames are what make her fur. “Oh my…” Brenda cries in horror right before she meets her end. Soon the courtyard is in chaos with everyone screaming and fleeing from the blazing ball of inferno that’s already killed the kingdom’s Alpha, Beta’s and Gamma’s. Nina stands in the middle of courtyard that was completely packed a few minutes ago but now only has two people left. I don’t know when Terrence and Omario shifted back to their human forms but they are the only ones left here. They are standing in one corner, staring at me in disbelief.

Azrael's mind again encompassed that of the man, and he continued to quote: “I am the first and the last and the living. I was dead, but now I live forever, and I have the keys to death and the underworld. ”But at the same time he began to shape the Spaniard's weak spirit according to his will: All your SINS, remember them Cristiano. Convert yourself and SERVE me, this is the only way I can save you. Show me the way out and your HEART will be as CLEAN as that of his baby on the day of his birth. Eternal DAMN is waiting for you for your sins, don't you understand? This is your only chance to save yourself for your FAMILY. Don't you want to see your mother again? You have to take it FOR HER, C

"OK, I am on my way" "what happened?" Geremia asked him. "Ferrante fell down the staircase last night, broke his neck and died" Dante announced.

Gin is cut off by a scraping sound of metal against cement as one of the doors open. I watch as a man tall and muscular walks in with poised and determined steps. His demeanor reminds me of my father always calculating and always in control. As he walks closer his figure comes clearer. I watch his feet as they stop right in front of me. Angry flames flicker just inside of me waiting to be released. My phoenix is just below the surface wanting out. She can feel my distress and without knowing exactly what is going on I need to keep her in check. I keep my eyes down as I try to get control over her so as to not completely lose it. I breath out a measured breath and slowly lift my head.

From up here, the city glowed like a wound—fires smoldering, broken glass glittering, and the cries of the desperate echoing into the dark. Behind her, Dante’s footsteps were measured, deliberate, like a predator stalking the silence. He had grown quieter in recent weeks, his rage contained but seething like a furnace beneath the surface. The attack two nights ago had proven what they both already knew: there was someone else moving pieces against them. Someone smarter, colder, and more patient than Lorenzo had ever been. Amara didn’t turn when Dante finally spoke. “They call him Il Diavolo,” Dante said, his voice like gravel. “The Devil. An old ghost. I thought he was buried years ago, but

Trevor replied. Henry sat back on the edge of the bed as soon as the novice priest left. The priest stroked his hair with his long and slender finger when the memory of the wild dream invaded his sanity. Henry closed his eyes and knelt to surrender his sinful mind to his grace. The guilty priest confessed that although she still loved that woman, there was no way he would let his life fall into madness and lust.

I didn’t want to want him this much. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. But it was. In the silence between us, filled only with ragged breaths and the pulse of need, the world outside seemed to fade away. The danger, the bombs, the lies—it all disappeared. All that was left was him. And I was falling, deeper into the darkness, unable to stop myself. And I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to. 1 AQSA The smell of smoke and burning metal clung to the air as I stepped over the debris.

Jon had no idea what his client looked like and could not remember talking to him. "Dante… Dante…" Jon murmured as he recalled the 14th century Italian writer and his Divine Comedy. There were three parts to the epic poem, but for some reason, Jon only thought of the first one – Inferno. The images of hell flooded his mind – tormented souls that reside in the nine circles of hell. For a moment, he thought he could hear cries of anguish and pain as well as see writhing bodies amidst the red flames and scorching heat.

"We need to move fast." I nodded and started searching. Books spilled everywhere—first editions, rare volumes, Matteo's obsessions made physical. Damian dismissed the others, giving us privacy. He crouched beside me. "What are we looking for?" "Something only I would recognize." I rifled through memories. "He loved Dante. Read me Inferno as a kid. He said everyone needs to know what hell looks like." "Smart man." Twenty minutes later, I found it. Leather-bound Inferno, but the weight was wrong. I opened it carefully.