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Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

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“ARGHHHHHH……” Blackout.

Everett replied, "no, but we will jump." Everett jumped from the castle tower. She screamed in shock and hugged Everett's body. Everett jumped on every tree and stopped at one of the taller trees. Everett said, "it's alright, you can open your eyes now." She opened her eyes and was fascinated by the beauty of the realm of black mist. There is a colourful light that looks like a galaxy. She thought frightening darkness only surrounded the realm of Black Mist. But that darkness also looks beautiful. "Should we continue our journey? Don't close your eyes," Everett said.

My name is Abigail Lynn Hale, I was eighteen when I fell in love with a demon and followed him to the realm of the dead to live happily ever after with him. While there, I met a Goddess who wanted the same thing as myself - equality for all the souls. Together, we devised a plan to destroy the system of Heaven and Hell and create a single realm for every soul to inhabit and receive the afterlife that they deserve based on the seven deadly sins, and with strategy and will, we successfully created this new realm, we named it Mercy.

"That's right! Not the vampires, the werewolves, the elves, not even the spirits, are the monsters down here! We are! Tell me again what are we!?" "WE ARE FEAR!" "Now let's remind these so called apex predators what fear is!" "HAOOOO!!!" Alayna's sight cleared out in time to see at least one hundred people in all black plate armor all wearing masks Not like Havoc's but picture one similar to the Anubis statues except growling and baring it's fangs. "This is a new unit of The Black Guard working directly under me. I give you The hounds Of Hell." "Haoo!" The hounds echoed in response to their introduction.

My mom ranted about being part of the black excellence crew for so long I thought she was running for mayor. After seven minutes of ranting, my dad finally stole the mic from her and asked if anyone else wanted to say a word before closing out the set. But everyone had already spoken. Except Draya. “I’ll say something.” Her voice landed on my ears, sharp and edgy, and suddenly, that airy feeling in the room was replaced by something grim. “Oh… alright. Come on up, Draya.” Dad smiled, giving her a friendly warning before he handed her the mic.

And his tall body was wrapped in an all-black armor. The God of Hell walked toward me with firm steps. A red light flashed around him, creating mysterious shadows. His pupils showed how ruthless he was as the ruler of the world of the dead. His hair was dark and long, reaching down to his waist. Every strand of his hair flowed with dark magic that ordinary beings couldn't see. “Welcome, God of Hell.” I bowed respectfully. The God of Hell did not return my greeting. The flat expression on his face was indescribable. “I will take what you have given, Tribrid, and return what does not belong to the Underworld.”

Her gaze was fixed on the horizon, where the first glimpses of Lyandra’s army appeared: massive Hollowborn giants, their bodies twisted by dark magic, skeletal forms reinforced with blackened iron, and soldiers bearing banners black as a moonless night. Malrik, his voice low and urgent, appeared at her side. “Raven,” he said, his tone uncharacteristically strained, “they’re larger than the scouts reported. We’re seeing the full might of the Black Dominion. You… need to prepare yourself.” Raven’s hands instinctively moved to her belly, feeling the soft but insistent flutter of the life within her. Her children heartbeats were rapid, almost thrumming in sync with the drums from the north. “I f

With a cruel smile, Tennebris pressed against the hole, hitting and pulling his hand, as if he wanted to unclog the bottom of the well that he opened to hell. Before the sin of Wrath rose fully, before the meteors in the heavens reached the atmosphere of earth, the darkness coming from the kingdoms of Wrath rose over us. It was nothing like the night. It was pure ink. A black dye that nothing in the world was able to contain. And those shadows rose against us, enveloping us with that characteristic and terrible odor of Wrath. Even if Miguel was holding my hand, I couldn't see him and know if he was really there. The darkness covered everything and disappeared so quickly that the smell almost