They say magic was a power bestowed by the gods and the ones who wields the power had sacrifice something in return. The humans and the other race had unique abilities which they have possess since the first war against race. The were beast gave up their will and became the strongest, humans give up the strength and became the smartest, demons give up their sanity and became merciless, sylphs give up their power and attain holiness and elves give up their judgement and became the finest. While the first war had ended, demons won and dominate the world as they began to enslave the other race but no one was happy and satisfied with it. The gods were threatened by the prominent power of the demon race and chose candidates of each race to overpower the demons. They treat them like a plague and the second war had started by a blow of a horn. With the help of the God of Light, the four race suppressed the demon race and little by little they managed to seal them off. The demon race was ca
Hellion cautiously walked into the ruins. She’s been feeling a bit of an eerie atmosphere towards the place. There was nothing particular in her sight but she couldn’t help but feel as if she was being stared at. There were lot of eyes glued on her back and in her side as if something was waiting for an opportunity to jump on her. Hellion stomped her feet as the noise echoed towards the quiet place. She then took out her dagger and sighed. No matter how much she try to make a sound, they are still refusing to come out. The enemies were just five meters away and they’re all hiding themselves in the debris. Hellion counted in her hands as she nonchalantly tossed away the nonsensical book in her arms. Never mind the charm of it bringing her to a dangerous place. The book has been shining in purple light since she held onto it. As long as she get rid of the damn book sooner then she would be fine. Hellion glanced at the cursed book and kicked it away from her making the one hiding nearb
“Urk” Hellion spat out blood as the back of the blade hit her stomach. She took a staggering step back and glanced up to the two demons who were swirling their knives towards her. She tilted her head and look at her dagger. It’s already worn out and the blade was already deformed because she cut the thick skin countless times. She gritted her teeth and wiped away the blood on her mouth as she tried to strike a fatal blow again. The two demons evade her as they retreat on the opposite side. Hellion squinted her eyes and look on her right as she managed to dodge the coming blade towards her neck however, the demon on the left side successfully cut through her leg slashing a long wound. Hellion shook as she felt unsteady. She retreat a few steps and leapt away from the two but as she landed her feet she felt the stinging pain of the cut. She darted her face towards them and pursed her lips, trying to endure the injury she just had. Hellion positioned her dagger on her front as she to
“Why are you crying in such a place? You look ugly.” A cold voice sounded from her rear as the footsteps began to get closer to her position. Hellion look up and saw the familiar face. It was the face of a man who saved her and coldly left her. The worst kind of scum who willingly reached out his hand but decided to let go. A damn hypocrite who would gladly step forward to save someone but deep inside he had that rotten intention to push you off to the edge of the cliff and nonchalantly tell you to jump. He was that kind of man but hearing his voice made her felt so relieved. Xegris bent down as he held out his hand to her. Hellion widened her eyes a bit and stared at his hand in a daze. How come when she desperately need someone he always appear? Why is it always him who would come to save her? Seeing him every time she broke down is somewhat horrible but… ‘Why am I so relieved to see him again?’ Hellion pursed her lips, tears starting to build up again. She really don’t understa
Chains bonded onto her wrist, her body hung low as the beautiful face drooped, her eyes were tightly shut with her brows occasionally wrinkling in discomfort. Hellion was tied up yet again. Not in that cold place but in this unfamiliar room. Her dress silently flutter in the wind with her feet floating in the ground. She look like those who are about to be execute for their crime. But what crime have she ever committed to end up to this? The room was quiet, just like the place she had been shackled before. This place is also similar but the only difference is that the executioner was with her unlike back then. He was sitting leisurely as he stared at her with a cold face. Xegris sat in cross-arms on the table near her. His very eyes remained on her body as the torn dress slightly revealed a small portion of her porcelain skin. His eyes squinted, a hint of perplexing emotion flickered in his irises. His throat suddenly felt parched and there was a strange itch on his hands. He coldly
Everything was vague and blurry. She blinked her eyes slowly as she stared into the whole place filled with fire. There was a figure staggering to walk towards her in the distance and the very person was glaring at her with her gnashing teeth. She can barely see her face but she felt a vague similarity towards that person. Hellion tried to approach her as the distance between them gradually disappear and she was already a meter away from her and as she eventually get closer to her, she can hear the faint words coming off that person’s mouth. “How dare you?! Why did you kill them?! Why?! Why?!” Those hurtful words became clearer and clearer as she get close to that person. Hellion reached out her hand to touch the person’s face but before she could ever touch her cheeks, her head became separated from her body and the very person fell right in front of her. Hellion had no time to react as the blade instantly appeared on her own neck and eventually slashed her to death. Before she los
Xegris put down the cup as he stared silently on the person on the bed. He glued her eyes on her face as he admire the beautiful picture in front of him. This girl, she resist a lot no matter what kind of torture he does to her. She won’t dropped, her will was so solid like an iron being melt only to toughened up. He coldly look at her neck. The bandage was still fresh and blood that dripped into his fingers that day was so warm. He ruthlessly take her that day and it was the most pleasant s*x he ever had. He looked at her slenderness as he suddenly got the urge to grab her and pinned her down on the sheets. He wanted to drill himself to her completely making her submit. What would it be like if he pushed her down like that? Will she scream in pleasure or pain? He can clearly remember her voice as she cried under him. Xegris gulped hard as he let out a mischievous smile. A thought suddenly come into his mind. He really wanted to take her. To own her, to make her submit to him, to ta
“Bear my child.” Those were the only words she heard before she totally lost consciousness. Hellion never thought that something like this would ever happen to her. The feeling of last night’s passion still lingers as if she had a wonderful dream she couldn’t forget. However, for her it was nothing but a worst nightmare. He raped her to death and now he endlessly torment her in bed. How much does he want to f*ck her for him to be satisfied? Hellion slowly lift her eyes as she woke up in the other side of the bed. She was then greeted with a handsome face peacefully sleeping beside her. She abruptly widened her eyes as her face flushed into crimson red. Anger, embarrassment, all of the negative feelings resurfaced inside her. Seeing his face so early in the morning already ruined her mood. As she recalled what happened before making her face redden even more. This man! This goddamn jerk raped her again! Hellion felt like she wanted to cry but her eyes were already puffy because of