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Just the storm outside and the low growl of a blacked-out SUV idling at the emergency entrance. Rain lashed the windows as we climbed the coast road. The university gates appeared through the downpour—wrought iron twisted into roses and bats, glowing faintly crimson against the black cliffs. Beyond them, BludHeaven rose like a cathedral someone had carved out of midnight: spires, arched windows, stone walls that looked old enough to remember when vampires still ruled the night unchallenged. The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Welcome to BludHeaven, Nico Black. Try not to die on the first night. The queens hate when their new toys break too soon.”

"I'm afraid Jaden, I'm afraid to remember more, I don't want to remember what my mind is trying to protect me from, enough of what I've seen for now. » He approached the bed, buttoned his black shirt, sat on its edge, addressed her in a calm tone, trying to reassure her heart, telling her that no matter what the truth was, he would not allow her to collapse and fall into the abyss of darkness, that he would chase her demons and the spectra of her hell and assassinate them all. "I will not rest until I find them. Today we will enter the Black Forest, and we may find a clue to their cell somewhere there that we were unaware of. »

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.

He slowly knelt on the floor and grabbed both of her hands, she visibly flinched, “Please believe in every word that would come out of my mouth.” Olivia scrunched her brows and unconsciously bit her lip, “Go on.” Smiling, Lucius finally popped the truth. “I am a King from Hell. I have had help from both Emily and Victoria Davis to find for the woman that was destined for me and written in the scroll of prophecy. I need you, Olivia. My immortality is fading and I needed to marry the woman written in the scroll to retrieve my full immortality. I’m sure you noticed that you felt cold whenever our skin touch, it’s a sign. And now that I found you and you’re mine… we can go back to hell and marry

"I'll be good, I promise…" It was evident from his voice that he was in severe pain. Kitanna took a look inside. Her eyes adjusted in the dark and she spotted him. The area surrounding him shone crimson. "Is that magma?" Kitanna asked no one in particular. Almira took a look. "No, stupid. If he was thrown into magma, it would have saved our ears from his piercing screams. Help him out". "Dante, take my hand," Kitanna yelled into the well. She heard groaning, but her hands were still free. "Come on, Dante. I know it's deep but you need to get up here".

Vera's POV Why is everything black? My head is throbbing in pain like it's hit by the truck. God! I blinked my eyes open and groaned in pain. "la ucciderò" ( I'll kill her.) I heard a manly voice. "Non è il nostro obiettivo, calmati." (She is not our target, calm down.) Same voice! That woman, she is here. Fuck! They kidnapped me. Who are they and what are they talking about.

This girl is going to have to disappear for good, by hook or crook, and I will make that happen. No mid looking bitch is going to ruin my perfectly laid out plans for me. No, not on my watch!

There is a re-run of a baseball game on the television and I manage to concetrate on that for a while. "I heard he's a judge or something," Finally I give in and look at the guy they are talking about. "Doesn't look like one," the friend says in disapproval. He catches me looking at him. He doesn't look away. I find comfort in his state of being, maybe it is because I find it familiar. "What's this place called?" I ask out loud. "Midnight Bar," the guy next to me says. "Not the club, the place," he looks confused. "Greencity," his friend answers.

I inquired with a raised eyebrow. He took a sip, "That I'm losing my grip, my pack is an easy hunt, and I've gone mad and should be put out of power." "Wow. Those are some nasty rumors going on." I shook my head, "But what's with you going mad? That's a bit strange." "I believe Cordelia Blackwell, Black Witch, Council sore thorn, and my arch enemy, is my destined mate and Luna sent to me from the Moon Goddess herself after years of searching and looking." An amused smile adorned his face, "That's enough to call me crazy."

Without any command, twelve men in black cloaks began to surround the pentacle, chanting the same words, the Mistress is speaking. In no time, the ground shook as though it's breaking into half followed by the sweltering air which came from the forming fissures, tracing the pentacle sign wherein Tomoya and Takumi are in. Astoundingly, Tomoya did not panic. He only watched the ground around him crack and fall down to small pieces underneath him to which humans identify as hell. Piercing cries reverberated, bringing the entire locus, counting the air and any life forms to shake; indicating the arrival of a formidable yet ghastly being.