The written rules were simple. Uno. Go to the P.O box the 1st of every month. Due. Do not open it until I return home. Tre. Spend the cash however I want. The unwritten rules were anything but. When I first received the letter with instructions, I was drowning in debt, struggling to pay tuition, about to lose my apart...
It was on the 500th century of hell that I saw my salvation. He had walked in with a devilish smirk and sharp features. He had walked into my hell...My only goal was to get him out...To make sure he got out safely. The only caveat is, I made him hate me. The things I did to survive are things he can never forgive. An...
They call him Demise. No, that wasn't his birth name. His mother nor father gave him this designation. Many people weren't sure he even had parents. Some say he sprung from the fiery depths of Hell. No, he earns his title. Every lycanthrope shakes in fear from the tales of him in battle- his ruthlessness, his ferocity...