When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, a various degree of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spiling below to floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be one standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More important, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.

Becoming the most famous exorcist and a phenomenal celebrity was never in Leon's plan. He joined the reality show Exorcism Live only to inform the public of all the misconceptions about demons and exorcism, and to raise awareness about the alarmingly increasing incidents of demonic possession all around the world. He did not expect to be crowned as the "most attractive man of the year" and the "hottest priest in the world" once the show went viral. And he certainly didn't anticipate that Satan himself would become his biggest fan. Leon: 27 years old Azazil (Satan, Angel Lockwood): millions of years old (but appears to be 21 years old) Disclaimer: The exorcism rituals, traditions, and the Catholic Church in this novel are fictional and do not reflect or represent reality. Please treat the world setting in this story as a parallel/alternative universe. ********* Updates every Wednesday and Saturday at 9 am Pacific Time. Happy ending eventually.

Spencer O'connor. A socially anxious wolf who is scared of everyone. He will only mutter a few words to people he knows. He has to leave his pack when he is kicked out for shifting late. To make it worse, when he does shift, he turns out to be an omega. Aiden Steele. A soon to be Alpha who is learning to run the pack. He is cocky, arrogant, and full of pride. He's a scary boy, but is super nice when you get to know him. Spencer stumbles onto Aiden's territory, a newly made rogue. How does Aiden react when he finds him? Can little Spencer change the soon to be Alpha's ways?

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