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I raise my hand once more, signaling for silence as I lock eyes with each demon in the room. “We shall not cower in the face of this threat. We shall meet it head-on, with blades bared and hearts unyielding,” I continue, my words resonating with conviction. “Together, we are unstoppable. Together, we are invincible. Let our enemies tremble at the mere mention of our name, for we are the true rulers of hell!” As the applause and cheers echo off the stone walls of the throne room, I feel a surge of pride and determination course through my veins. The bond between myself and my demonic warriors is unbreakable, a force to be reckoned with.

Grace dealing with the hole in my heart I couldn't believe that my Samson was really gone. I'd missed him before at the brothel but back then it was different. Lots of broken promises were made and not carried through. I rolled the ring around my finger as the tears blurred my vision yet again. I'd locked myself in Samson's and Dane's room and could hear Mortas growling threateningly at the staff. I'm certain he'd killed several as guttural screams echoed throughout the castle. It was on the third day that my hunger drove me to the kitchens. The castle was unusually quiet and it caused a shiver down my spine. I heard jovial singing coming from the kitchen and when I entered my eyes bulged an

Edward screamed as he pulled a long sword from the ground. He charged the creature with his sword raised above his head, he closed his eyes as his opponent rushed towards him as well. With eyes closed he counted, 1… 2… 3… 4… focusing his mana solely on his sword. He reopened his eyes as he reached 5 seeing his opponent just a meter away from him. He gripped the handle so tight that his palm turned red. “GRAND SLASH!!” The blade had suddenly glowed a white hue from its raised position and went down like a meteor. It gave off a whooshing sound like a racket being swung. The creature paused, staring eye to eye with Edward.

“Ugh!! Come on! I won’t die!” She scoffs, and stomps her feet before I teleport her back home. For the remaining hour or so, I repeatedly aimed my Slayer Rachis sword, the one embedded in my spine, at the Demon portal as they flooded through. Not giving any of them the time to smell my mate’s scent.

"So... You two are getting married." like that Statement from Dean, repeating Ariesta's story. The man had serious doubts about Edzar's plans, just like Ariesta, unsure that everything would turn out well. The problem is they're tricking legends. The world famous Treasury. The job requires targeted strategies and calculations, especially until to be dubbed a Legend in this volatile economic period, that person must have a sharp intuition like a Damascus sword

He slid his hands into his pockets as he frowned. "You must think you're something, you must really think you are something." He continued to mutter to himself. Delilah's smile broadened as she watched him stand in front of her. She must have known he was furious, just like other demons, Delilah fed off emotions. The most delicious one to her was rage…she fed on the rage of the people who surrounded her. He could tell his rage was really giving her joy and audacity. "What?" She mumbled, spitting on the ground, blood splattered on the ground beside her bare feet.

girl:- don't tell me you are going be soldiers and die for your country. demon:- no I have a plan for grand death, what you ask for, from this shrine. girl:- I ask, it's embracing, it's your happiness, and I am a rider so my protection from accidents and It's working for me, do you feel light when your father died, or did you cry for him? demon:- I was sad and cried hard, because after all this I can never be free, from suffering, I am confused, one part wants to die, the other part wants to give me another chance, and the other is so scared to live and he finds no meaning in living.

She patted my shoulder, trying to comfort me in some way. " I will live my life even though death is absolute rather than live one without killing the Demon Lord! For this life is mine! And there's nothing you can do about it!" I glared at her, her dark blue eyes were filled with pity and a tired look... I soon broke eye contact by bowing and leaving the room. (Insert soundtrack -Assassin By Muse) [ V7 frowns as the song plays on a loop in his mind, indicating his soul was singing out his frustration. One of the many perks of being created by the goddess of beauty, his heart sings whenever he's lost in his own emotions]

She knows it is blood just from the context, since instead of red, the thick, smelly liquid is almost identical to tar. "Sam!" She shouts, desperate and afraid that he is seriously injured. The fire-colored slit demon stares at her. It was so weird to associate that horror movie-worthy monster with the handsome man from mere minutes ago. The voice coming out of the deformed throat is also equally fearsome, like thunder and earthquakes. "Don't come any closer!" "You're hurt!" The other demon, the one with yellow slits, seems puzzled by the girl's concern. Sam once again shouts: "Stay away!"