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Merry Christmas, Lynn Byrne *** More to come for Damon and Misha. What is hell really like?

It was edited sounded deep and unclear. “Look at this, Damon. Look how Keatton’s eyes turned pure white as he let me drilled his pussy. I mean, not only his pussy but even his mouth and ass. Ohhh. So good to taste him once more. Don’t worry, pal. I will let you borrow him for now. Because sooner or later. Or maybe today, I’ll go get him,” and followed by a devilish laugh. “And please take note also to be careful with anyone and don’t trust anyone. They might be the cause of your downfall—”

When he got to where I was, he held out the tool for me to see clearly "Please." I continued struggling against the bindings desperately. When he reached out to grab my arm, I suddenly froze, closing my eyes and turning my face away. "You Thompsons have heartlessly killed so many of our kind. You killed even those who never killed a human for centuries. You've tortured us and hunted us like Prey." Venom dripped from his voice. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he trailed the knife over my skin teasingly. I couldn't stop trembling in utter terror.

What are you saying, of course, you are my best friend I always beside you know matter what. Then he is covered in blood and I see the ground turning red and I feel drops of liquid landing on me and I look up. To my horror, I see it's raining blood staining my now trembling body. I look back at him panicked and crying while the entire world is turning red but he just shakes his head sadly crying too. -Honeybee. Roses are red. Violets are blue. I'm dead. And it's all because of you. You are a killer Braze

The battlefield around me blurred, the clash of claws and the scent of blood becoming a disorienting symphony. Alpha Draxler, undeterred by my waning strength, refocused on Trevor. A vicious slash, a grotesque ballet of violence, painted Trevor's chest in a vivid display of crimson. The scene unfolded in agonizing slow motion, each drop of blood a testament to the sacrifices demanded by our world.

Callahan eyes widened in surprise as he watched the blade sink deeper into his chest and the blood that spilled out of him and I let out a slow smile of victory, my heart blackened by rage. "I told you to go to hell, didn't I? Maybe this will take you there faster." I whispered before gathering all of my strength and squeezing it deeper. "Go. To. Hell." Once he staggered backwards, I released my grip and sprinted out of the chambers, adrenaline pumping through my veins.

Ground trembled ominous prelude, ruins-plaza shuddering cataclysm as below-cracks spiderwebbed volcanic wider—armored shadows erupting horde-feral: evolved abominations surging, coven-ghost shells plated hunger-black chitin pulsing vein-threads throbbing like engorged cocks, maws razor-multifold upgraded plasma-fanged dripping corrosive drool that bubbled flesh-melt on stone, numbers doubling swarm-insane. “Second wave—armored evo-horde!” Jenkins bellowed guttural war-cry, hex-blades reigniting plasma-dual screaming thirst, charging left-flank berserk with Mara axe-whirlwind decapitating lead chitin-beast fountain black-ichor arterial. “Flank ‘em—rip chitin-veins!” Sofia's tattoos blazed bin

The end has truly come. I'll be with you soon, Kitty. I start to take slow, gracious steps towards the light until...it suddenly disappears. What was I thinking? I'm going to hell for killing my sister. Suddenly, my legs give in and I fall, everything around me starts spinning really fast. The devil has come to claim me. I close my eyes as everything turns pitch black and eventually, I drift off to sleep.

She did not understand why the Chief had said that. A pair of red eyes looked down at her shorter frame. "You will be a part of the Private Bleach case. I assume you have heard of Bleach." Her throat became drier and itchier than it already was. B-Bleach? The Legendary Greatest Swordsman? The Mysterious Werewolf Butcher? Amongst Commonerfolks, Bleach was some kind of twisted hero, a Vigilante that would rid the world of the diseases that were Werewolves.

Jackson strolled behind them, the rest of the group following too. "Where was it again–i think it should be–" Jackson searched through the cupboards until he found it. "Ahhh..." "Hehehe-" Navina chuckled, wiping out her phone as she began to film. Nick stood by the door, making sure he won't be caught in the camera. He won't want to ruin his lovely personality. "Please don't– please....." Jeff begged while the group encircle him. Jackson shook the medium size bottle bleach, holding it out to Jeff. "Drink."