Man can fall lower than demons ? What form does the forbidden fruit take for each of us ? What are we willing to sacrifice for fulfilled desires, dreams , desires and ambitions ?
Aramis Thoreau life always been bed of roses but when his eighteenth birthday arriwed , fate turned cruelly against him. Frtune demanded payment for every day of happiness , wealth and privilege of studing at prestigious Parisian Academy .
The death of seven brothers, dissapearance of father , create for Aramis new harsh reality.
He will survive the celestial and infernal intrigues ? Where his investigation lead ? What cruel truths he uncover ? When ancient dangerous from Hell Empire wakes up , what he will do ??
Dear reader, you must be prepared.
Surreal, supernaturals realms of Demons and Angels , open up to you ! You must decide with side of conflict , you stand on.
Are you ready ?
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❝𝐀𝐡, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐂𝐲𝐫𝐚. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲. 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞?❞ 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀.
𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌, 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. ❝𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞
❝𝐎𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞,❞ 𝖧𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. ❝𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬... 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞.❞
𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝖾𝖽. ⊱ ━━━━.⋅°•⁀➷
𝘊𝘺𝘳𝘢, 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘕𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘮, 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳?
Contracts control a person and the law controls the contract . Loopholes are naturally found just like how people are not allowed to sign legal contracts when they are minors there are also laws that count the age of the person allowing them to predict when they are not minors anymore .
Karma just hit 20 at night about to sleep before someone decided to pouch him into a contract . Now plunged into a new world upon having the right age to sign some contract that originates from several higher figures . But contracts like this seem so familiar to him who is like a devil with a human face that can even make the devil think he is the real devil .
An initiate angel prophesied to save the world, and a low-class demon send to stop her. But something about it all doesn't sound alright. And for some reason, the demon can't seem to get her eyes away from the angel after a while...
The world is brought to ruins with the sudden emergence of supernatural beings and trials to destroy humanity as a whole, for their corrupted pleasure.
Luna, a normal high school girl with a peculiar past, strives to survive in the harsh reality as a mysterious voice and memories of a war unknown guide her.
Through the sorrows she faces and faced with the bitter truth about her parents, she aims to end these trials plaguing humanity and find clues about the voice.
***"The only hope eh?" muttered a woman with short white hair, as she sat leaning against a wall painted with blood.The lance sticking through her stood tall and proud. It irritated her.
She looked at her broken arm and then at the piles of corpses of short green creatures with pointy ears and noses.
She chuckled at the irony. She was told she was the only hope and yet here she was, dying to a mere thousand goblins.
Her ears perked as she heard footsteps. Through the musty tunnel across her came a hooded man.He was tall, and had a long beard, the only part of his face she could see.He had bandages wrapped around his hands and was covered in piles of cloth armor.He had a large bow in his hand, but he didn't have an arrow in sight.
She once again chuckled at the appearance of the strange man as her painful grunts grew quieter and quieter and to silence.
“Drip, Drip, Drip,” Mason said in her ear, his touch burning her skin like acid. “So red. So sweet, but yet so bitter.”
She winced when he ran the tip of the blade over the already open cut. “Stop....”
“Now,” he said quietly, though menacingly, “are you going to come willingly? Or will I have to kill everyone in this room and have you watch?”
She opened her eyes, finding the school empty.
But there’s... no one.
Then a voice entered her ears. “Let her go, you bastard.”
Malachi.