Author's Note: A little displeased, I reckon, some of you are over how Dimitri murdered ol' Marshmallow and cursed Elsa in the dead of night, not that I care anyway...since he's the main anti-villain of this story here and me and Fenix did whatever it took to make it that way...
But let's get that aside to focus on today's chapter, which features Elsa getting a taste of that curse on the first day...and Dimitri, killing someone else, this time with a worthy battle scene. :)
Enjoy!
Chapter 7: The Arena
The Next Day
"Ugh…my head…"
Elsa found herself, clasped in the covers of her bed, groaning when the rays of sunlight streamed out of her windows and on her face.
Her sleepy eyes registered the familiar surroundings of her room. Nothing looked disturbed or out of place…
That's right, absolutely nothing…but her. Even after such a peaceful sleep, apparently, her mind sent an impulse to her brain that something was off.
I…I…came here after finishing my work…right? No wait, I ran here…because…there was something that spooked me in the hallways…what was it? Did it attack me? Did I…why does my chest feel numb…
Clutching her temples, the events of the night before played in obscure fuzzy images, and she wondered if they had all been a weird dream fabricated by her overactive imagination.
She sighed, and took off the covers, swinging her legs out to stand up.
Then the familiar feeling of the events returned, albeit painfully.
When her bare legs touched the floor, she was forced back down with a wave of weakness ripping through her. She placed her dainty hand, right on the spot where her chest felt utter numbness, and then hissing through her teeth when it gave a throb of pain.
Well, that clinches it. Elsa thought. Not a dream.
Waiting for the weakness to subside, the pain slowly died down to a subtle burn, as if she had a hot coal in her chest trying to burn its way through her heart and out. Standing up, Elsa got herself dressed, gritting her teeth in an attempt to ignore the burn in her chest and trying to remember what had happened last night...that might've cause this.
There…there was this shadow. Yes! A shadow, no shadows…I was chased, then the mysterious cloaked figure, he…said something…and he did…
She remembered the paranoia she had felt, and finding the shadow with no source, but after that it got fuzzy. Vague images and glimpses, were as good as her memory could go for now, and she pieced the night together as best as she could.
She had been chased by living shadows before they left for some unknown reason. Then, she had hunted – or had she BEEN the one being hunted – a shadowy figure to an unused wing of the castle where both were sealed in a box of ice. There had been a brief fight before the figure revealed its identity as…Death?
Much of what had been said had been lost to the haze of her mind, but what Elsa DID remember was that it had claimed to be Death, sent by God to kill her.
Elsa clenched a fist as a wave of anger swept through her. So maybe Heaven and Hell are real after all. If that was the case, Heaven had forsaken her, wanting her dead. Well, she would show them that no angel, demon nor the Reaper himself would kill her!
When she looked at the mirror, she gasped.
A brief glimpse, but she witnessed the ugly look of anger before it faded from her face.
She stared at her innocent reflection, and blankly conversed with herself. "What was that? I hadn't been this angry at the Coronation…nor even did I exploded at how Hans tried to murder me and Anna…"
That had been unlike her. She had locked away her anger in the back of her mind, and almost never lost her temper, ever.
Last night must have really put me on edge. She sighed, finishing the final touches of her large braid. Then, she exited her room, resolving to keep the events of last night to herself.
But for how long though?
The Queen has woken up!
Dimitri woke up abruptly, nearly slamming his head on wooden bar above him. Then he heard the door to Elsa's room opening and immediately focused his attention down at the scene below, and just as he thought the woman herself stepped out.
She slept later than usual. Chaos commented. It was its warning that had woken Dimitri.
What makes you think that? Dimitri asked in an absent minded manner, as he began to trail Elsa from above.
The way she walked, the way her posture was right now. Something was different about her…
Anna was pounding on her door earlier. Chaos recalled, before he decided to wake Dimitri up. Anna is always the last to wake in the castle, but today Elsa stayed sleeping until it was nearly afternoon right now, as far as I know.
Dimitri didn't reply, staring intently at Elsa, trying to figure out what was strange about the Queen today.
"She seems much more guarded and careful with her actions." Dimitri muttered softly to himself. "Almost like she is afraid of hurting herself."
Elsa whipped around with lightning speed, hurling a bolt of ice towards Dimitri's voice.
Dimitri suppressed a gasp, nearly choking.
How the hell did she hear that?! Chaos demanded in his mind. Does she have super hearing now?!
Dimitri didn't reply, flattening himself against the support beam and praying she didn't fire another blast. The bolt hit the ceiling where his head had been moments before, the ice freezing so fast that it ripped a chuck of the ceiling the size of a cannonball clean off, freezing the piece in the center of the ragged formation. It looked like a sea urchin of ice attached to the ceiling.
Imagine if that had actually connected. Dimitri mystified. Then, he shuddered slightly. Dimitri the Headless Half-Breed.
Normally I would laugh. But if you had really died though…Chaos trailed off.
Elsa kept staring intently at Dimitri's hiding place, as if she knew he was there. After a full minute had passed though, she turned back and kept going.
O-kay. No more thinking out loud. Dimitri said to Chaos. Either the corruption is working faster than I originally thought, which unlikely for someone like her is, or we scared the living shit out of her last night.
I'm going with option number two. Chaos said. If she ain't on a hair trigger after last night, she ain't human.
Well, we already know Heaven had a hand in her powers. Dimitri reminded, following silently along the beams.
The question is, how much of her is Human, and how much is Divine?
Dimitri followed Elsa, though this time he took the initiative to remain few meters in front of her wherever she went to avoid being blasted if she happened to look back. The entire time he had followed Elsa, she was in pain, but was trying her best to mask it. If Dimitri hadn't been an accomplished torturer and the cause of her discomfort, he would have never known she was hurting inside. As it is though, he picked up on the subtle cues, such as the ever so slight wince whenever she took a step, and occasionally putting her hand over her chest, like she had heart burn. The reality was actually much worse.
Besides a quick lunch, evaluating the servant's duties, and then checking up on her butler Kai, to remind him that she wasn't feeling very well and she wanted him to keep things intact while she recovered. She avoided questions of the sort, saying that she had a passing headache. Later then she left and headed for her study, shutting the door with a click. Dimitri heard a soft noise like that of the wind, but the air was calm today. That's when he saw the ice creep out from the door hinges, and the then door frame, freezing it solid.
Not taking any chances, is she? Chaos commented.
Dimitri didn't answer. He just stared at the door for a moment before making up his mind about something, and eventually leapt down and landed on his feet on the floor.
I came here to do a job, and I have been neglecting it. He explained to Chaos. I'm here to kill angels AND demons. I think it's time to hunt for another group.
What about Azazel?
I shouldn't run into him if I leave no survivors.
The Black Market
Once Dimitri snuck out of the castle, this time he used the back entrance where no one else but a sleeping guard was present, and then back into the familiar surroundings of the black market
It had been a habit of him, whenever he couldn't find any leads on demonic activity present on various locations he travelled before, to have a second line of work.
Being a mercenary.
He made it known before that he was a proficient sell-sword, and made it clear that he would only serve the best when people tried to hire him. However, since no one around this shithole looked rich enough, nor kindly if you will to offer him at least a hundred gold coins for any mission in particular, he decided to hit the arena.
Underground societies like this one always had an area to fight and make a name for yourself and demons were almost always searching for powerful human warriors that they could hire for their own often bloody purposes. Of course, they look, use, and dispose of when required. By disguising himself and making himself known as one of the best mercenaries in existence, Dimitri had flushed out, and killed if he wanted, countless demons that would have otherwise proven a pain in the ass to hunt down.
The arena entrance was at the center of the black market, where a lanky middle aged fellow guarded the stairway that led down, deep into the bowels of the Earth. Dimitri mentioned his purpose to the arena today, and the man moved aside, and Dimitri descend down the long and rounding stairway to the bottom, where a long corridor shrouded in black he stumbled upon. He took off his cloak and folded it nicely, hoping there would be a place for him to safely keep it while he was busy. He then shortened his hair, though he really liked his hair's length where it was, stabilizing the color to just black, and changing his features to make himself more rugged than he already was, so that he was no longer recognizable as Dimitri Blodfel. His chains disappeared as well, and he changed Chaos to a katana with a black blade and silver inlays along the hilt.
"Ready?" Dimitri asked.
I thirst for blood…
Then it's a yes.
He followed the corridor, where it then led into a bright opening that Dimitri had to shield his eyes for a moment before registering that he had arrived.
The arena, Dimitri was surprised by the quality of this place since most places had a small affair, no more than a large cave with a dirt ring for fights. However this one was an actual stone arena with room for up to a thousand, maybe a few more spectators in the seating area. Also a large circular fighting area with a thin coating of sand on the uneven stone ground, with the walls around them were held by sturdy bricks. He took another look down in the arena, and noticed that four brutes stood at four parts of the arena, with cement mixtures inside large containers next to them stood. Dimitri deduced quickly, that the brutes would apply cement on loose bricks to connect back into the wall, to prevent the fighters from using the bricks as weapons.
But that was inside the circle. At the entrance where he stood, there were two branching paths. One had the occasional fighter enter, so it must have led to the waiting area with the rest of the. The other had a constant stream of people entering, making it the stairs and then to their seats. Stationed at the eight doorways of the place, were two heavy set men, classic bruisers. Each one was collecting fees for entry.
Approaching the one in front of the fighter entry, Dimitri jerked his head.
"How much to massacre these weaklings?"
The bruiser raised an eyebrow.
"You got guts." He said, his voice much softer than expected. It was unfitting for such a big man like himself. "Can you put your blade where your mouth is?"
Dimitri didn't reply, instead opting to draw Chaos, stabbing it into the ground an inch away from the man's feet.
"Try me."
"Five coins." The bruiser grunted. "Rewards are whatever the loser had."
Had? So…they fight to the death and you get to steal the spoils?
Seems so.
I'm liking this place already…
Dimitri debated trying to enter for free, but decided to go with the flow. He needed to appear, and act human to stand a chance at flushing out the demons around this place, that he had to find, of course.
Pulling out the coins, he handed them to the bruiser, plus an extra three.
"I don't suppose you could let me choose my opponent, could you?" He hinted.
The bruiser raised an eyebrow, pocketing the coins. "Follow me."
The man gave a quick shout down the corridor, and another bruiser came up and beckoned Dimitri to follow him. They walked through a few more tunnels in this place, eventually reaching the top floor in the viewer's box for the arena owner. Dimitri quickly laid a hand on Chaos as the only occupant stood up and turned to look at Dimitri.
"What is it Bob?" The occupant asked. It was a woman of above average height who was overlooking the arena from here. When she turned her head around, Dimitri noticed she was about in her mid-twenties. She was a pretty thing, apparently having a calm, yet fierce demeanor beneath that stoic mask and curled heart shaped lips. She had flowing black hair down her back, and wore what looked like a custom made tunic and leggings, the tunic a rich royal blue, and the leggings pitch black. Her boots were thick leather, and studded with small iron spikes. She had a two swords sheathed on her back.
"I have a special customer for you, boss." The bruiser said. Dimitri looked at the entryway where they came from, only to see two more bruisers blocking the entrance. These guys did mean serious business indeed, considering a woman was their employer.
"Paid a special fee to choose his foe. I would have let him since you don't really care so long as the fights entertain, but his clothing and weapon made me think you might want to see him."
"You were right as usual." The woman glanced at Dimitri for a moment. "You have got to be the smartest bruiser on the planet."
"Aya ma'am." He said with a slight bow, grinning the whole time. Then, he left the two alone.
The woman grabbed a chair and sat down, beckoning Dimitri to the same. He did likewise and faced the woman. "Don't worry, I don't want you dead. On the contrary, I want to make you a deal. Name is Kira by the way."
Dimitri kept one hand on Chaos.
"What, and why?" He asked.
"By your clothing, weapon choice, and those rugged looks, you have obviously done well in the mercenary industry." Kira began. "That means you'll murder any normal opponents. So I'll let you choose your foes, but on one condition."
"Enlighten me." Dimitri cracked his knuckles.
"Occasionally I need someone dead." She bluntly stated. "You kill people when I need you too, you get to do whatever you want here. If you do well enough, I have higher ups that might want to meet you."
Higher ups? Maybe she has demons for bosses. Chaos mused.
That would explain the elaborate set up she has going here. Dimitri agreed. And if not, it should at least get us noticed.
"Deal." He said, releasing Chaos and shaking her hand.
Kira raised one eyebrow. "You agreed rather quickly. Normally, a smart mercenary would want to know more before accepting such a vague contract."
"You don't tell, I don't ask." Dimitri said. "My skill is more than enough to deal with any treachery or surprises, plus I have shut up clause if it pays well."
Kira smirked at him, as if he was making a joke. Yet at the same time her fingers traced the sheath of her blades. "Fine. Choose a foe, and let's see if you are as good as you boast."
Within the next few minutes, Dimitri was looking at the listings Kira handed him about the mercenaries, bounty hunters, or arena fighters who were signed up for the battles, willingly or not. Though their names were what visible weapons they carried, no mention of anything subtle enough did he glimpse some useful intel came out. The descriptions were bare bones and dust, so Dimitri mainly had to rely on Kira's opinionated estimates of their strengths, as well who was infamous in the arena.
"By the way, if you intend to fight in the arena, you need to have a name to use." Kira remembered. "Real or not, I couldn't care less."
Dimitri thought for a moment, conferring with Chaos before giving a name.
"Call me Zerak." Dimitri said with a small smile. It was fitting, meaning Chaos in the demonic tongue.
Chaos and Chaos, Lethal Killers. Nice ring to it. Chaos commented.
Don't get used to it. Dimitri laughed in his mind. It's a cover, nothing more.
Mmhmm…hey look, what about this fellow here?
Dimitri looked at the listing again, his eyes spotting a name in the middle of the column.
My killer instincts are flaring for some reason. I think he's the one to die today under our hands.
Well if your killer instinct is telling the truth, he better put up a good fight then.
Has it ever not?
"This one." Dimitri tapped the name lightly, much to Kira's grim delight. This was going to be a fight she'd wanted to happen, and boy she was going to enjoy it.
"It's settled then."
Not much time later, Dimitri was in the centre of the arena waiting for his foe, the crowds already psyched up for the fight that was about to happen, and some of them were having short conversations of the new fellow (him obviously) who dared to enter the arena like some overconfident upstart.
The crowd doesn't seem to like us very much.
Does it matter? We're just here to fight, regardless how they react to us.
Like old gladiators of Rome eh?
Dimitri grinned. He had chosen to fight someone named Boon Steel. According to Kira, he carried no visible weapons other than his famed gauntlets, he was a major contender, with many people betting on him to win. From what the rumours said, he used his fists for every fight he's been in, the metal gauntlets letting him beat and pummel an opponent onto the ground into a pulp, and being able to stop a broadsword at full swing.
Let's see how he fares against you. Dimitri said to Chaos. Chaos gave an echoing laugh in Blodfel's mind.
A metal gate that stood in the far wall opposite Dimitri was opened, and a burly man stepped out. He was five inches above Dimitri's height, and wore studded leather boots, leather leggings, and mismatched armour made of alternating strips of metal and leather. His gauntlets were thick, strong, and had a sheen to them that suggested that they were forged of something other than iron or steel, possibly titanium. His face was like that of a boulder, rough and covered in scars. He had a thick sandy blond goatee, but was his head was shiny bald.
Boon looked at Dimitri, and raised an eyebrow at his nerve of waiting in the centre of the arena instead of staying near the edge where he could guard his back. He approached Dimitri, stopping before him and crossed his arms in contempt.
"You've got nerve, boy." He said, his voice grave-sounding. "This won't end well for you. Surrender now and I'll let you keep your oversized butter knife and your life."
Dimitri thought about the offer for a second. Not because he would accept it, but because Boon had made it in the first place.
I'll bet he has connections. Chaos suggested.
I know. Now shut up will you.
This man was obviously a seasoned veteran, and would be hellishly hard for anyone to kill. Still, Dimitri was confident in his abilities. But from the offer he had made, it implied that he had a comfortable life, and didn't really need to fight. Few people would have such a lifestyle, and those basically extended to drug dealers, assassins, and demon servants. Boon didn't look like he had ever taken a drug in his life, let alone dealt it, and he was too bulky for an assassin. There was no way to be sure, but Dimitri resolved to kill him as brutally as possible. It would definitely get some attention from demons in the place who must've hired him.
"Your time is up old man." Dimitri gave him a snide look. "Time to die."
Boon just raised his fists in the boxer's ready stance.
"Not today. I reckon this old dog has a few fights left in him."
Dimitri just gave a smug grin, and allowed his eyes to flash red for a moment. Boon looked surprised, shaking his head as if he was seeing things. But before he could comprehend a single sentence about what he saw, Kira stepped into the ring between them, and drew both of her silver blades, holding them out in front of the combatants.
"LET'S GET THIS STARTED, SHALL WE?!" She shouted to the crowd. The crowd roared back.
"On the right!" She pointed at Boon, "The one and only, undefeated, The Gauntlet Bonecrusher, Boon Steel!"
The crowd cheered on. Boon however paid no attention to the crowd one bit, his attention focused on Dimitri.
Kira then pointed to the left, "And on the left, a newcomer who dares to challenge the arena's veteran, Zerak!"
The crowd booed on him. Dimitri expected that, but when a tomato was flung at his face, he sidestepped it quickly, and glared at the person who did that. The idiot stumbled and fell into his seat.
Kira's blades rang in the air as they clashed. "WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, LET THE BRAWL…BEGIN!" The crowd roared much louder this time.
She bolted for the open door as quickly as she could after commencing the fight. But Dimitri didn't pay attention to that, tearing Chaos from its sheath in a slicing motion that would slash Boon deeply across his chest if it hit. It had felled many opponents before in the previous arenas he had fought in, but it failed this time. The katana caught itself one of the many ridges in Boon's gauntlets, and Boon, with a grimace, thrusted back with force, putting Dimitri off balance.
Using the momentum, Dimitri back flipped to regain his footing, and lunged after Boon with Chaos ready for another slash, just as Boon drew back his fist to punch him right in the chest. The blade and gauntlet collided with a burst of sparks, and a small shock wave was emanated a second later, sending both of them sliding back several feet.
The crowd was seriously getting wild at this fight.
Boon stared at Dimitri with incredulity.
"That only happens when I touch demonic metals! Are you some bounty hunter sent by my masters to kill me!? Have I displeased them?!" Boon demanded, rushing towards Dimitri while saying so.
"No. I'm much worse!" Dimitri shouted, waiting for Boon to swing his fist at him. When it happened, he launched himself up to dodge the incoming attack. Immediately he swung his body mid-air, with a slash from Chaos that should have cleaved Boon in two.
Instead, he found himself sent flying back a sudden punch to the jaw, shattering his jaw bone and turning his vision into white when his body slammed against the wall, blinded by roaring pain. It felt like someone had crushed his facial bones to dust, and he couldn't move his mouth at all.
Boon's name kept being cheered on, much louder this time, by the crowd.
Dimitri heard Boon's triumphant cry, as well as a taunt. "So much for worse, you scrawny runt! I'm faster than I look, and I've felled foes much more powerful than you!"
His vision clearing up a little, Dimitri saw Boon rushing towards him, a savage smile on his face.
He felt blood trickling out of his mouth, where Boon had socked his left cheek.
Fuck this. NOW I'M MAD!
Quickly forcing himself to his feet and using Chaos as an improvised crutch, Dimitri allowed his demonic power to flow back into him, augmenting his strength back into his real self. He had been willing to fight with the strength and speed of a human to avoid suspicion, but apparently down here no one played by the same rules.
Plus he was pissed, and Boon would pay in blood for that punch to his face.
"Too slow!" Boon swung at Dimitri fiercely.
Agreed, Boon Steel.
Dimitri grabbed the gauntleted fist and redirected it with inhuman speed, startling the crowd who all thought it was going to be the end of him, making Boon punch the ground instead of his skull. The gauntlet made a small crater when was driven into the ground with unnatural force.
I knew it! No wonder it hurt like fuck! He's using a mystical object beneath those gauntlets of him!
Chaos shouted deep in his mind. Dimitri, he's using a Daemon Stone beneath those gauntlets!
Dimitri knew exactly what a Daemon Stone was. When equipped by a normal human, it augmented their abilities to that of the strongest lesser demon.
But demon lords were better still.
Boon looked at him, his face shocked as he tried to rip his fist from the ground.
"How the hell-?!"
Dimitri grabbed his broken jaw, and with a quick jerk! The jaw was popped back into place right inside his mouth, his demonic powers repairing them in seconds. To prove it, he decided to give Boon some startling information.
But before that, a roundhouse kick to the chest which sent Boon tumbling for a few feet back into the arena.
"Next time, you shouldn't take your enemies so lightly." Dimitri snapped, his voice filled with venom. "Especially when they're not even human to begin with." His eyes glowed back into the malevolent red it was.
"Blodfel!" Boon exclaimed, immediately on his feet and back into his fighting stance. His face was deliciously filled with fear.
"If you know my name, you know what I do!" Dimitri roared, he rushed at Boon this time with inhuman speed. Boon tried to block the blades this time, and got a rude shock when Chaos imbedded itself in the thick gauntlets, barely nicking the skin within.
"Impressive." Dimitri declared, immediately kicking Boon in the stomach which sent the veteran on his knees. "Normally, Chaos cleaves through everything. Remind me to take those gauntlets off your corpse and make a new coat for my blade!"
Ripping Chaos free, Dimitri swung again and again at Boon, and each time the fighter could only block the lethal strikes that followed. The gauntlets doubtlessly had an enchantment to prevent it from breaking so easily, so the more damaged the gauntlets became, the weaker it would become. Dimitri didn't really need those gauntest in any good shape since he was just going to melt them down anyway.
Before long, the gauntlets were covered with so many gashes and dents that they were now just rendered useless. Boon himself was panting heavily, obviously at the last string of his energy.
Dimitri slammed the pommel of Chaos onto Boon's nose, immediately disorienting him…and switched the blade's position, and with two quick strokes, Boon's hands were severed, leaving bloody stumps. The man himself collapsed to his knees, gasping out at the sudden pain.
This is it...
Dimitri's held Chaos's blade to his neck, and the crowd instead of booing Dimitri, were now roaring for Boon's blood.
Typical of these low lives.
Chaos agreed. Let's end this man's misery already.
"Last words?" Dimitri asked. Boon looked up at Dimitri, remarkably showing no tears, nor pleads of mercy, even though the pain o flosing his hands was driving him to bleed quickly to death.
"Kill every last fucking one of them." Boon growled. "I was dragged into their schemes against my will, and have done unforgivable things because of them. Kill them all."
Dimitri was taken aback by the abrupt turn of events, but Chaos's blade stayed firmly were it was.
"Where are they?" Dimitri whispered.
"Only Kira knows." Boon replied. "Torture her to the brink of death if you wish, but she will sooner end her life before she reveals anything to you. Kill more of their officers, and she might recruit you into the ranks."
"Humanity thanks you." Dimitri solemnly said, allowing Boon to accept that a shred of humanity was still within this apparent monster of death and destruction before him.
Boon chuckled, blood spilling out of his mouth, "You aren't the only one to be forced into this role."
And with that, Dimitri beheaded him.
Playing the crowd pleaser, Dimitri saluted to the crowd, and raised Chaos in the air. The crowd roared when they witnessed the bloody execution of their once favourite fighter. Chaos winked in the light, the blade bloody and seemingly glowing with an inner light.
Strong spirit, this man had. With that Daemon Stone inside him... Chaos commented.
Another for the collection. Dimitri responded absentmindedly, lowering his hand
Kira returned back into the field to meet DImitri, smiling broadly. She immediately took up his left hand, faced the crowd, and raised it in a winner's gesture.
"WE HAVE A WINNER!" She cried out. "ZERAK THE BLOODEDGE HAS DEFEATED THE MIGHTY BOON STEEL ON HIS FIRST BOUT! LET'S HEAR IT FOR ZERAK!"
The crowd roared even louder.
Dimitri raised an eyebrow, Zerak The Bloodedge? Sounds overrated, but fitting.
I like it. You're Zerak, and I'm The Bloodedge!
Kira pulled Dimitri close and whispered to his ear.
"Excellent job, newbie. Strip whatever you want from his corpse, and then you can leave." She traced a finger across his chest suggestively before she left the ring.
Did she just call me a…
I believe she did. Chaos laughed at Dimitri's outrage.
Leaning down, and avoiding the dead stare from Boon's head, Dimitri loosened the gauntlets off the severed hands, and set them aside, stifling a grunt when he received a minor shock from the residual enchantment still present in the gauntlets. Then, he searched the rest of the corpse, finding the Daemon Stone (apparently placed on Boon's chest beneath the armour), as well as a small mandatory pouch of coins that each warrior had to have for reward money. It wasn't much, but it would do for someone like him, for now of course.
Plus he found an interesting necklace. The design was intricate and convoluted, obviously not demonic in origin, but not human either.
That looks possibly Seraphic. Chaos hissed.
Possibly. Dimitri agreed. I think I need to pay Sophia Purity another visit.
Oh goodie, more fun with Heaven's bitch!
Dimitri smirked and pocketed the necklace.
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Next time on Our Darkest Desires...Dimitri revisits Sophia, with some unwanted guests at tow, and he gets summoned back to the castle...harshly?
