Again, so sorry for the delay and short chapter. I had some personal issues involving some relationships with people I had to reflect on. It was really difficult realizing their true intentions and it made me completely lose my spirit for a while.
But now I am regaining my spark and I am back into writing again! Not entirely sure I'll get back into the schedules right away, but I'll try my hardest <3
                              The chapters will eventually become longer once I've put together the plot properly. 
                              I have it, it's just all over the place right now. 
                              Missed you all so much and thanks for your patience!
Also, HOLY SHIT 38K reads?! I have no words. Thank you so so so much! <3 I'll think of a way to celebrate this, until then, Smooches! ~<3
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                              "Elaine, why did you try to kill her?"
                              She looked over his shoulder. "If you're going to be unfaithful. That woman is unacceptable."
                              
                              Her eyes drifted over to the child in Jericho's arms before a deep frown etched on her face.
                              "She looks like you." 
                              He met her eyes again and nodded. "She's my daughter." 
                              Her fists clenched and she appeared to be struggling with her emotions from the fond look he directed towards the child.
                              "She has two other siblings. Their triplets." he said calmly, adding onto the rage that was bubbling inside of her. But, just as she wanted to strike him;
                              "One of them is named after you." 
                              She looked at him dumbfounded before her arm fell to her side. "You named one of your children after me?" 
                              He shook his head. "(Y/N) did." 
                              Suddenly a wave of guilt hit her. "I'm..." 
                              "It's fine." he said before approaching Jericho and picked his daughter up.
                              "O-Oi!" the knight yelled when Elaine dropped to the ground, gaining Bans attention.
                              "How unfortunate. Her rage diminished quicker than I thought." 
                              The fox and the knight turned towards Melascula, closely followed by Galand. "Dibs on the little one." he said before they turned their attention towards the loud growl and watched Ban hold Kilia close.
                              "Might as well not. I don't feel like dealing with (Y/N) again." she sighed right before a smile broke out. "The rest of them, however.~"
                              "Papa..." Kilia whimpered and he held her closer while hiding her face in his neck. 
                              There was no way they would be able to outrun the demons or hold up a fight. He didn't have his weapon nor his immortality anymore. 
                              But he had to do something or they would all be killed. 
                              "Screw it. I won't die if she takes another heart. Young souls are just too exquisite!" the male demon growled in admiration before approaching Ban and Kilia. 
                              Quickly, Ban threw Kilia to Jericho and ordered her to run, but just before she was able to do so, Melascula stopped them. 
                              "Papa!" 
                              The female demon's eyes widened when she looked over at Galand who gurgled while holding his throat that was suddenly slit and the giant bird that was perched on top of his head while nonchalantly cleaning its large talons. 
                                      
                                   
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Forever Condemned ( A Ban x Reader Story)
Fanfiction(Y/N) can barely remember how long it's been. Weeks? Years? She hasn't seen the sun or slept out in the open for decades. She's seen peoples faces - but never shown her own. Listening in on conversations knowing they will never be directed at her...
 
                                               
                                                  