…Mirabelle POV…
The deafening sound of someone crashing through the door has brought a sting to my ears. It has left the room with nothing but dead silence, with air so thick that it is near impossible to breathe.In mere seconds in front of us is a woman, who I am going to guess is another one of Damien’s conquers.Now, with her standing in the door, I take my stance; I look at her with only but a smirk on my face. "You are going to pay for that."I watch as she stands only but a few inches away from me, with hands by her side; I hear the most hideous laughter coming from her mouth. "Oh, what are you going to do?"Her eyes seem wild with fire; there is a fury and determination behind them as she starts to close that gap between us. She is going to ram me, and god, she is going to ram hard. But I only ground my feet and wait for him to attempt to make an impact. As she reaches to grab me, I hold her by the arms, and in one swift movement,It is in anticipation that we all turn to Azron that has a look of utter fear written across a face that seems to have the blood of someone smeared all over his face.Now, if that alone does not scare every single being in the room, then what he says next does terrify every bone in my body."They are everywhere," Azron stutters as he tries to express what the situation is.And as his words set that terror in me, I look at him with concern on a very troubled face, “The rest?""They are trying to hold them off, but we are fast losing the battle. You need to come immediately."With absolute haste; while racing down, from under a strained breath, I turn to Azron, "Please tell me that it is only Demons?"Azron only but cocks his head and grows a very worrying smile on his face, "I am afraid they are, and they are beyond a strength that I have seen."Well, that is just absolutely what we need. Mirabelle is already exhausted from her battle; I doubt
There is a terrifying grip hold over my chest as the Demon behind me has me firmly pinned with one arm and reaches for the blade that has fallen next to my side.I have not been able to even utter but one word as the moment of coming near to my death starts to overwhelm every bone in my body. And every bone is what this creature is squeezing with the utmost force trying his best to keep me in place.Yet in front of me, there is another that is trying to snap his claws at me while he grows ever so close to my face. All I can smell is their rotten breath and the blood that is still sitting fresh on his clothes.And if I thought that this scuffle of mine would go unnoticed, I have two other Demons slowly but very ominously creeping their way over to join in the feast that they are about to have on display. However, the one that was trying to get hold of the blade has hands that are too bloody, making it almost impossible for him to pick up the blade.Now, if I thoug
We have come to a crossroads.Which way we should proceed is very unclear at the present moment. Our focus here is mainly on Azron that will be the unfortunate one that shall need to decide where we go from here. To say that the man does not look stressed would be a complete lie.I have never in all my time that I have known him seen such pressure building in his uncertain eyes. However, one should not bear such a big burden on oneself. So I only but stand next to him and place a reassuring hand on his shoulder."My friend, we have three choices that we need to make here." With that, I call for the attention of the rest of the group, "I personally do not really care what happens to any of these Demons. I am here to get Mirabelle to safety, and that is my only concern." And just as I say those very words, I have Dagon that wishes to object, yet I only but continue, "But that part of me that still feels cannot sit by and let anything happen to my army because of somethi
As I spin on my heel to back into the direction that we have just come from, my heart feels a suffocating grip as I see Mirabelle slumped over on the floor. With the echo of my screams traveling to the corners, I race towards where her body is lying motionless. In near lightning speed, I lift her from the filth that she is lying in, only to hear her curse underneath her breath."Damien put me down!""My beloved, I thought you were… You were… What are you doing on the floor?""My shoe got stuck in a hole."I cannot help but chuckle at her as she examines the damage to her red stiletto, "My beloved, perhaps you should not wear…"She glares at me from underneath her eyelashes, "Perhaps you should not finish that sentence. Now, if you don't mind, I think I can walk on my own.""Well, judging by that heel, I seem to disagree.""Damien.""Yes, my beloved, I shall refrain from making any further comments about your lack of choosi
You can hear a single pin drop as we have come to face with the group of Demons nearly twice the size of ourselves, both in numbers and in size.The concern on Azron's face is a sentiment that is shared across the room as Mirabelle, along with Cane, make their way towards us.From where we are standing with a fair eye on both sides of us, there seems that no more Demons are making their way towards us, but that is one thing that does not comfort us. The group coming in from the right seems to be more ominous than the front.Demons on the right…Demons on the left…In the middle, a group of men determined to fight their way out of this.So with the Demons being trapped between our group and the group of Mirabelle, we can claim one small victory again. But should we turn our back on either one of these, then we will face almost a certain death.But just as I am about to question the whereabouts of Dagon, I see him coming through on the
At times I do wish that I would refrain from thinking that the worst is about to happen. For I will always prove myself right in the most spectacular way.Take for instance my hesitation to believe that we have seen the last of the Kings of Hell.Well, we are about to experience ourselves another encounter as they are coming up fast from the other side, making their way with determination towards us.Taking my stance, I look at Azron with only but a smirk on my face. "You ready to play?"My words are not yet even cold and there is a Demon that has taken his own stance in front of me. I watch as he stands only but a few inches away from me, with hands by his side; I hear the most hideous laughter coming from his mouth.His eyes seem wild with fire; there is a fury and determination behind them as he starts to close that gap between us. He is going to ram me, and god, he is going to ram hard. But I only ground my feet and wait for him to attempt to make an imp
There is absolute terror as I watch a group of Demons descend on us as we make our way to the Gates which makes this situation far more scarier than it is at the moment. And what else scares the living life from me is that Cane have just reached the brink of being in their way.So not wanting to waste another minute and put the lives of my brothers in danger, I make a rather hastily sprint towards where they are now closing that gap between themselves and Cane.Now there is no way that I am going to disrespect the man and tell him to fall back. So instead, I glance over my shoulder to Mirabelle.After briefly cursing and trying to gain her composure, she walks up to me.I only but lay my hand gently on her shoulder and lift her head to meet my gaze, "It is fine my beloved. Now are you up to fight?" With that I seek the depths of her eyes to find the weakness that hinds behind them. "My beloved, you are too tired. You will have to sit this one out.""No," her
…Mirabelle POV…Well, if there is one time that I prefer to be flung over the shoulder of a man, then that would be just before Damien drops me down on the bed.But at this very particular time, I find myself hanging across the back of one rather unpleasant smelling Demon that seems to think he has taken some poor woman hostage. Though he had managed to rip a gash open on the exposed skin of my stomach when he so clumsily ripped me away from the rest of the group.And once he had achieved this feat, he came rushing down this corridor to get me as far away from Damien. Now I know that Damien will come looking for me with a great purpose, but I am tired of being the poor damsel in distress. Most of all, I do not want Damien to remind me that he has told me to sit on the sideline for this battle.So with what can only be described as a cringe into my soul that I am lacking, I snap my head back and after counting a slow, agonizing count of three, I slam
…Mirabelle POV…Damien is absolutely sinful and as I lay here next to him, I see that beautiful smile on his face that I have grown to love."Damien, I would say good morning, but we do not sleep. And if we could sleep, then I would say we did not sleep.""Why on earth, my beloved?""Because you cannot keep your hands to yourself.""I am only showing you love, my beloved. The love of a Devil.""I am tending more to lust."He runs his hands up my body. He runs his soft lips over my skin."What do you say, I show you how more love this Devil has?"Damien grips me by the hips and crushes my body into him.He lets my body fall back into the sheets; every square inch of my body dissolves into his. He leans over me and centers me on the bed before he settles on top of me. I feel him, all of him, pressed against me; I feel his erection throbbing against my thighs, his warm breath lingering on my skin.He feels amazing.
As I stand and admire her beauty where she is standing in front of the tall mirror of the wall, all I can think of his touch those deep cherry lips of hers. But I can see that she is torn between what choice to make, so I stand to go to her; I am such a danger to be around right now, I do not even think that I should make such a bold step.Here is this girl, she has taken away all my senses; she has come and brought me so much pleasure. But now, once again, she has become the forbidden fruit which I can not taste. I know that wanting her should be so wrong, but right now, wrong surely feels so good."My beloved, I am truly sorry. If I knew that this would happen, then I would never have taken you there. Do I even dare to say that this was meant to happen?"I see her smile, but her eyes are filled with disappointment. What have I done wrong? Is it something I perhaps said? She steps a slight bit forward and gently reaches out to touch my hand. A million sensations shoc
Life does not flash in front of your face when you stand death within the eye; it is, in fact, all just pure horror. Who has the time to think about the things you have done and should have done in return when you are staring your end into the face?Now the last thing I was to stare into the face now is the man that betrayed me and let us not forget the man that started this all. Which one do I wish to punch first?"Dagon, why? Why have you gone this far?""It is obvious, Damien, for love.""My dear man, you have the wrong impression of what love is and even more skewed the way you find yourself to keep it.""You have been nothing but trouble since Mirabelle set foot in your life. You have put so many of our kind in danger, and let us not forget about the most important...""Lilith? Well, I have known my sister for her entire Demon life, and this is the very last way she wishes one to express it to her."While I am saying this, the deep sadness, bu
It is said that if you follow a plan step by step that it should not fail, so why do we find ourselves facing an empty void of nothing? If this man is casting these spells in the order that it should be done, then there should be a rip in reality, a tear from which bright light should come. But instead, we are standing at the entrance of the crypt, where many of the elder Demons have come to their final resting place. Perhaps he just finds himself to be slow, or he is having trouble in performing the spell as they do become more difficult the stronger they become.So while we patiently wait for something that is best to not happen at all, I dial Azron to find out how things are at his end."My dear Azron, any sign of unrest with Connor and his pack?""Damien, they do not seem to be here.""Like taken or just gone?""That I cannot tell you, but something does seem odd."This news does bother me somewhat, for Connor would not leave his home unless if by s
Every man's life lies within the present, for the past is spent and done with, and the future is uncertain. Even though the future is uncertain, you should choose to embrace the unknown and have faith that everything is going to be okay. This may not be tonight, tomorrow, or the next day, but everything is going to be okay.I, myself, am a strong person, but every now and then, I need someone to hold my hand and tell me that everything shall be all right. But if all of those around you are wanting for you to be that person to them, you need to be the one that rises through the storm, forget about your own fears, do not wonder, do not imagine, and most of all, do not obsess about the things that make you feel uncertain. Breathe and believe that everything shall be fine in the end; if it is not, that only means that it is not yet the end.The question begs, do I tell the truth and tell them what it is that they need to hear, or do I tell them what I feel I want them to hear.
They say that life is made up by a series of defining moments; it shall define who you are and whom you shall become. I do believe that the way we shall overcome the Book of Spells shall define the legacy of the Demon. Now, this will never be one that we shall outlive, but it shall be the one that we shall gain the respect of other mythical creatures in this realm and even beyond what the eyes can see.Now, why should such a feat be tasked to a Demon, for the simple fact that we are the superior race. There are the ones that compare in strength, but they are only but set to reap destruction between themselves. But then you find a human that wishes to harness the power of something he truly does not understand. Even worse now, he wishes to speed up the pace at which the Seven Spells should be cast; this is a recipe for disaster that is about to unfold rapidly.So I am not sure if it is with pure luck or plain stupidity that we find ourselves standing next to a cemetery. I w
I have a very worried Mirabelle staring at me; now I know what the poor girl is thinking; she is wondering what does 'cleansing of the mortals' means. Well it means, the strongest shall survive, for the darkness shall unleash every creature that nightmares are made of. And these creatures prey on the lives of mortals; they range from taking their souls to ripping the very thing that beats which keeps them alive. These creatures shall eliminate those who are too weak to be part of the perfect mortal race.So it is with pure panicked horror that Mirabelle asks the question that I am sure even the Demon Hunter, Zachariah, knows the answer to."Do I even dare to ask what the other spells are?""My beloved, there shall be a spell that will, if you wish to say, cleanse immortals too. Now, if he follows the book to perfect detail, the next shall be to cleanse the very creatures that have just cleansed the mortals for him."And when you say him, you say you know exactly
After what seemed like the longest hour of my immortal life, we make our way back home to regroup and plan our way forward.It is a concerned Lilith that stops me before I enter my room, "Do you fear the holder of the vase shall come after us?""I believe that nobody is safe. No mythical creature and no human also. We shall be leaving in the next half an hour."With that, Lilith makes her exit; to say that Azron and I am not relieved would be a lie. But this shall be a shortlived for we do need to make our departure. I do believe that we are being optimistic walking into this with only three Demons, the Devil and his beloved. The question begs, to return my father to his form once again, the holder of the vase requires to master the Book of Spells, has this man managed to require she skill to do so? This I am afraid I do not know, for we have not seen any unexplainable phenomenon.So after gathering as much courage that four trembling Demons can, we step outside
There is a sound of absolute terror that fills the forest as chaos erupts before my very eyes. It is hard to see under the struggle that is a bundle in a ball of tumbling bodies if my beloved is still moving. As I watch one Ripper by one get pulled off from her lifeless body, it is pure agony that shoots through my body. It is with absolute impatience that I wait to be untied. The minute my hands are free, I leap to her in an instant. While I kneel next to her, I watch as the Rippers get ripped themselves. Well, I guess it is true that every dog has its day; in this case, a Ripper has gotten what he had coming.So as I shake my beloved, I need to find the urge not to cry in front of all that is present. I know that she is okay; it is only the terror that has her beyond scared."My beloved, they are all gone."Very bewildered, she opens her eyes; her voice is a soft whisper underneath her shivering lips."Damien, what happened?"From behind me, a very dear fr