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 theAt 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…I watch as Damien is not able to say the words that I am anticipating to hear. It is only in complete amazement as he looks down at the Demon that I have single handed ripped apart by the limps with a power that I still am not yet able to understand myself. So Damien only takes me by the hand and leads me back to a room away from all the chaos, "Come, let us get you cleaned off."“But Damien, they are going to come look for us.”“Don’t worry my beloved, I know a little spell that my mother had taught me not so long ago.”With that, we find our way into the first room that comes up on the left side. The moment we step through the door, Damien slams the door firmly shut and starts to rid me of every piece of leather that is clinging to my body, taking his very own clothes off with very eager hands. Then he grips me by the hips and crushes my body into him; with one loud growl, he lifts my feet from the flo
Taking Damien's hand, I slide it up my thigh, slipping his fingers under the seams of my shirt…His hand grips tight onto my waist. My hand is moving up his leg, my fingers gently grazing his hard length. His body is trembling as he moves his hand further under my shirt. I am becoming a wet mess, my body aching for him to be between my legs.He spins me around and pushes my chest hard into the bed, pinning my hands firm above my head. He is grinding his aching groin deep into my ass. He scrunches up my shirt and shoves the material all the way up to my waist. When he catches a glimpse of my naked ass, a groan escapes his lips.Then, all at once, there is nothing else in my universe but Damien kissing, touching, biting, and exploring every inch of my body with his mouth, his tongue, and his hands. For the first time in a while, I forget everything else. The bliss sends an earthquake through my loins, causing my body to tremble.Nothing in all my experience
…Mirabelle POV…If I had to say I was not scared, then that is a blatant lie. I was beyond terrified that we were not going to make it out there alive. If one would not have made it, then the other one would have sacrificed themselves. Never in my years did I ever feel this much for a man; it does frighten me the lengths that I shall go to make sure that Damien is safe. If this is what true love is, then I would want to be addicted to it for the rest of eternity.But eternity can wait; I need to get this Demon off me. I make my way into the bathroom, leaving a very aroused Damien staring at my back while he is not able to move.And as he goes to see who is at the door that after Damien has warned not to disturb us, has in fact done so. I can see the clear frustration on his face as we know that these might be the only quiet moments that we shall have until this battle has finally played out to an end.So as I step into the shower, it feels like litt
It was the beginning of my time; there was a war raging between Demons. It was the battle for the claim of the North, the North which was under my rule. So the Demon that ruled the South decided that he shall attempt to overthrow my power and take over. Now I could have told them from the start that such an attempt shall be futile, but yet he pushed forward. There was absolute carnage as the South crossed into our borders. Now in those years, you did not get the class of Demon you get these days. They were utterly ruthless; there was nothing they would not do. It sickened me to see what my kind was capable of.To gain control over my territory, I created the Demon Army, the best men and women that came from all classes of our kind. At first, they were merely there to hold these Demons at bay, but as things started to spin out of control, they were faced with the task of ending the lives of so many of their own. Now, these soldiers were tough and determined; if it meant that the
In an instant, I am snapped back into reality; it feels like I have been awakened from a really bad dream. Just the mere thought of losing Mirabelle terrifies me; I shall rather sacrifice myself to let such a thing happen to her. So I but only shake my head from the ugly scene that just played over in my head and push on forward.But my beloved has been watching me having this inner battle with myself, and she looks somewhat concerned."Damien, what is wrong?""I just had the most horrible thought run through my mind, but let us not worry about that, let us get this over."Then we step into an opening that leads to a giant pit, my first reaction is to gasp; I have never seen such a sight in front of me; there are so many of them just lurking below. Some are just lying in their own pool of mess, while others are feeding. The word runs true; they are a bunch of monsters; there is not one thing good to say about their species.And by Dagon's signal, I watch the
…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