Chapter 8


The air feels cold this night, especially at the top of the tower of Notre-Dame.

But it didn't matter for one mystery person. Notorodanaus had been perched on the gargoyle for fifty minutes straight. The only movements he had made were the slight imperceptible flexing and relaxing of his shoulders and quadriceps every five minutes to prevent fatigue. The night was quiet, sky was starlit, and the sickle moon's shape was sharply defined by the dark blue sky.

He was now barely sitting on the edge of stone ledge, looking down a few stories below at Paris' streets. When the last pedestrian disappear from view, he leaped off the stone ledge.

He unfurled his wings as much as he could, slowing down his momentum to break the landing when he arrived on the ground.

When he reached the ground, he landed on his feet with grace and elegance. He looked around, see only dark and inanimate objects. After that he unhurried approached the giant wall of Notre-Dame and started walking along the stone wall.

He count his own steps very carefully and when he counted 23 he stopped. He was crouched down, so he see better one stone in wall that's different from the others.

There was enough space around the stone for him to get two fingers around it and it jiggled. The stone pulled free and revealed a space behind it. He smiled as squinted into the hole.

But then the clicking of a cold gun grabbed his attention as he felt a gun pointed at the temple of his head. " Gimme ya wallet, freak!"

Before the mugger could react, Notorodanaus got up, spun around and knocked the gun out of his hand with his left arm. He grabbed the mugger by the shirt and lifted him up high off the ground with ease.

The thug was petrified with his display of strength. And now saw his 'intended victim'. He stood at least six feet tall, with frightening red eyes. He definitely wasn't a normal human.

" Sorry! Take whatever you want, just don't hurt me! "

Notorodanaus didn't say anything. He just lowered him down a little so he could take his right hand, form a fist, and finish mugger off with a powerful punch, destroying his nasal, causing it to ram up into mugger's brain and killing him instantly.


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