“Y-You dare!” Michael the Loyal glared at the demon prince. If looks could kill, it would be safe to say that Damon would be burned to cinders already. But instead of cowering from the piercing gaze of the leader of arch angels, Damon gave him the biggest grin he could master. This nonchalant behavior, in which Damon got from Levi the Envious, earned the demon prince the wrath of Michael the Loyal.
Azure hue of swirling runes surrounded the frowning Michael the Loyal. Instead of forming a pentagram around him, the runes of spells attached to his body like a second skin. The glowing runes of blue and white kissed every nook and cranny of the arch angel’s skin as his cerulean eyes gleamed like the deepest parts of the ocean.
A knot lodged deep between Damon’s brows while Apollo Sky’s identical cerulean eyes widened upon seeing the changes of the leader of the arch angels before them.
‘This spell!’ Apollo Sky the Loyal lost
“Lady, I like you for my son,” said Ilorde right after she chucked her son away from harm by intercepting the fist with her shadow-coated tail. Ilorde’s voice vibrated the swift rancid air of the Nether World since her voice deepened whenever she talked using her shapeshifted body. Her plan was to trash the fucker from her son, plain and simple. But a horned and winged Halfling, like her son, stepped forward among the three onlookers she saw right after she arrived. The lady who rescued her from the dungeons with only one condition: to beat the shit out of her husband. Apparently, this lady was also the special someone of her beloved son – though Ilorde only discovered it by hearing the pounding of the Halfling’s heart as they dashed to save her son from the fucker. ‘Speaking of the fucker.’“Who are you? Wait,” said Michael the Loyal as he maneuvered his wings from them. “Blue scales. You are Ilorde from the elusive
A single cold sweat trickled from Maleficent’s left brow down to her unblinking eye. The pounding of her heart soared, for she knew at the back of her mind that it would only take one more round of the arch angel’s kill spell and she would be in peril along with Damon’s mother. She was about to call her familiar when she froze. Maleficent the Glutton remembered that she had order her Calamity Dragon to take Damon, Apollo Sky, Levi, and Merlin away from the site that they were fighting at since she knew that Michael the Loyal would give his best shot this time. She needed to separate the magic ball from the leader of the arch angels – for now. While her father and the demon king were yet to come, she needed to stall the damn arch angel first.“Lady, listen to me. I can die in peace right now since I have touched my son for the first time after many years. That is enough for me,” said Ilorde. Her tone was heavy yet determined as she gazed at
Maleficent’s fingernails slipped off from her skinned hands. Her flesh had revealed her bones from the tips of her fingers to her elbows. Teeth gnashed together, the Glutton heir controlled the shadows from the safety of her circling runes. Every impact of Heaven’s Kiss to her shadows, her heart pounded. A clog in her throat suffocated her so she had to breathe through her nose which was dripping with dark red blood. Her eyes reddened as veins started to pop one after the other. With pupils now dilated, her gaze remained transfixed to the roaring arch angel beyond her green runes.A set of bloodied teeth welcomed the darkened gaze of the leader of arch angels. To set him off more, Maleficent the Glutton stretched her lips to offer him her widest grin before she mouthed two words: fuck you.“If I can’t kill your father, then I rather die as I bring you both with me to the abyss!” Michael the Loyal flew a few meters away from the two before
Selaphiel the Fallen had held her daughter’s shoulders as she brought her to safety. What she meant by safey was a two-layered shadows weaved by Grand Duke Beelzebub the Glutton in one swing and a ground with black feathers for her daughter to rest while she would skin Michael herself. She knew that she told her ex husband that she would be the one to kill the arch angel or else she would strangle the grand duke herself – no pun intended. “M-Mother?” It was the second time that Maleficent called her mother just to make sure that she was not hallucinating. The second time her mother hummed, she knew right there and then that the one cradling her was indeed her mother who had come for her. A sigh of relief escaped from her chapped lips before her wings vanished into thin air – fully surrendering to the exhaustion that plugged her body. It was such a wonder how strong she felt earlier at the face of her enemy but when her mother cradled her, it was as if her limbs had turned in
“Dad!” Maleficent screamed the hell out upon seeing how her father was being surrounded by the arch angels. Dozens of question wacked her mind but one question prevailed: why were there able to escape the magic ball of Merlin? She inched herself away from Damon’s grasp around her waist with an intention to save her father when Damon’s hold against her body had tightened as if he was telling her to stay put. In an even tone, she ordered him. “Let me go, Damon. And I will forget that you stopped me from saving my family.” The coldness in Maleficent’s voice made Damon flinch as his hold around her waist loosened. He could only grit his teeth as he remembered how his father flinched from his mother’s touch. Somehow, he already saw his future – still, he did not want to change it. “Be careful. I will be one step behind you, Maleficent.” As soon as he let go of her waist, a hole appeared over them and a roaring black-scaled dragon immerged. On cue, Maleficent bolted away from him
Another familiar voice stopped the crowd once more. Maleficent did not know how many uninvited guests would trot their way in! But this voice, this voice shook her core. As her gaze wandered around before she looked at the source of the voice, she could see that she was not the only one affected by the voice. Awestruck, sadness, disbelief, confusion, happiness, fear – these emotions could be seen on the faces around her, even from her father who was not into showing emotions and weakness around people. But seeing how Maleficent could see the sadness on his father’s face for the first fraction of a minute before it shifted to confusion and then to happiness, Maleficent needed not confirmation as she whipped her head to the direction where the blinding figure was floating at. “How?” Michael the Loyal asked in complete disbelief. “Is that really you, Kirk?” Upon hearing the name, a myriad of emotions broke free around Maleficent including her who was now coverin
Selaphiel the Fallen had held her daughter’s shoulders as she brought her to safety. What she meant by safey was a two-layered shadows weaved by Grand Duke Beelzebub the Glutton in one swing and a ground with black feathers for her daughter to rest while she would skin Michael herself. She knew that she told her ex husband that she would be the one to kill the arch angel or else she would strangle the grand duke herself – no pun intended. “M-Mother?” It was the second time that Maleficent called her mother just to make sure that she was not hallucinating. The second time her mother hummed, she knew right there and then that the one cradling her was indeed her mother who had come for her. A sigh of relief escaped from her chapped lips before her wings vanished into thin air – fully surrendering to the exhaustion that plugged her body. It was such a wonder how strong she felt earlier at the face of her enemy but when her mother cradled her, it was as if her limbs had turned in
Reth, the Leader of the Trilateral Court, snarled at the Kraken before him – not waiting for his answer even when he asked. Instead, he was the one who answered it. There was no point denying it. Instead of groveling before the demon lords and arch angels, he planned to face them head on. After all, he still got a card left. “I did it because I hate how those pathetic scumbag of a demons tried to think that they could feel things about love and family! Bullshit! Demons existed as the filthiest among all the races! They have no right to feel such feelings! And then those bitches came and frolic their whorish faces to the Nether World!” He glared at Ilorde and Selaphiel before he continued. “But hey! The bitches can be pretty helpful too! They gave me idea of what to do next.”Upon hearing the bastard's words, Maleficent the Glutton could not stop herself when she stepped forward. As she came forth, her mind were bombarded with thoughts and memories of the past. She did not know that ev