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Thousands of soldiers from Yarroland's army were hidden in the forest as well. Although thermal weapons couldn't truly harm a Warrior at the Soul Awakening stage, they would be a distraction. Any slip-up in a battle between experts could mean the difference between life and death. "Sebastian!" Alain roared from among the crowd. What happened next shocked everyone. Alain's snow-white hair was turning black rapidly, and his white robe was slowly transforming into an obsidian suit of armor. Everyone there thought of a name at the same time—the Demon Slayer. Decades ago, the Demon Slayer had slaughtered all the inhabitants in countless villages in Yarroland. He was also the most mysterious entit

The Dark Fae closed the perimeter, their threads of light tightening with every heartbeat. Thorn’s wings flared wide, catching the moonlight, and he drove his sword through the Demon’s shield. The Bone Ring split with a crack that sounded like bones snapping under lightning. The Demon screamed — a sound like centuries being ripped apart. “You can’t kill what’s already dead!” he roared. “He’ll come! The Master will come!” Thorn’s voice rose in command. “Then let him come to me!” The light burst — brilliant, blinding — and when it cleared, the Bone Ring Demon was gone. His cloak lay in ashes on the ground.

It was a known fact in this world that regular weapons didn't cut it; only demons could truly slaughter other demons. Slyvara had caught wind of the ambush at the same time Kai did, and she had sprinted to the scene to back Damir up. Moving like a literal nightmare, she shifted into her mist form, slipping through the battlefield and blind-siding enemies left and right. By now, the human guards were totally exhausted, with most of them bleeding out or nursing nasty injuries on the ground. But Damir and Slyvara were an unstoppable duo. They kept pushing the frontline back, making it crystal clear that these grunt demon soldiers were absolutely no match for upper-tier powerhouse demons.

Now he was fighting not to pin Victoria down and bury his fangs into her soft neck. Focus. "Keep going," he commanded huskily. "It said berserkers were the power house of the demons, like the strongest physically. Death demons are the oldest race," she paused, "I don't think you're a death demon though." She knows. "Why not?" "Well, it said they're very rare. And that they can only be killed by another death demon."

Does he possess any telekinesis powers or is it that he is able to move so fast even for my werewolf's eyes to detect? I was all of a sudden clothed in fear and I could even see fear and worry dancing all over the notorious hunter, Victor's eyes though he tried to still act composed and calm. “You are good I will hand it to you but do you know who I am? I am Victor Blade! The monster slayer!! If you don't want to be one more slayed monster by my hand I suggest you turn around and leave," Victor threatened the strange vampire but he didn't look phased at all.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

( a mysterious dark mirror floating in mid air with smoke emitting from its sides, a dark figure with only red menacing eyes visible sits on a throne with skulls and bones is seen on the other side of the mirror) THE DARK FIGURE : Hmm, it would seem the plan is coming together nicely, alright then I’ll be with you shortly ( with a menacing voice) THE DEMON GENERAL #2 : We shall await your arrival, my lord… ( the dark mirror disperses). Diane is seen cutting down a demon with a blade made of ice, she cuts through a fireball launched at her and rushes towards her assailant, more demons come in before her to block her path but she is relentless She blocks a scythe from one of them and kicks awa

I could see our opposite auras pushing each other away, but neither was winning the invisible battle. I inhaled the cold, stale air of the desert before proceeding to speak, "Hmmm... I just heard the call of my Emperor. Do you know what He named me now?" Raphael had a tensed look on his face. He must have found my new appearance rather...threatening. His head shook slowly, not believing what I had just become. "No... you can't side with the Darkness!" he yelled, "Aeshma!" "ASMODEUS! Call me by that name!" I quickly interjected, clenching my hands into a tight fist and glowing my eyes red. "I am Asmodeus! Demon prince of Lust. The Archdemon of the Second Circle of Hell."