#Chapter77

EPILOGUE

The dark room had a less than friendly atmosphere, given the thick smell of blood, and other body fluids one can possibly imagine, not to mention the subtle, but quite distinctive and ominously sweet scent that black magic carried.

Directly across from the locked entrance, a man sat on the floor, his back against the wall, panting and grunting ever so often, when the pain became too much to handle. With his feathery, white wings tremlbing, like leaves in the light breeze, he appeared delicate and easy to break, despite being a supernatural being.

"I don't need your mercy... Kill me, if you wish so" he spat, a...