"Mama! Tell me about the monster named Diabolos," I said as I crawled into my mother's lap. We sat under an oak tree, feeling the nice breeze ruffle our hair as we watched over a huge mansion. Papa was probably in there working,
"Alright, listen closely," Mama said as she ran a hand through my hair. Her frizzy, long red hair tickled my face. I watched her with excitement. I love it when Mama tells me her stories. Mama's hand traveled to my neck, where she brushed her thumb in circles. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe. I clawed at Mama's hand, but she wouldn't budge.
"Mama... I can't... Breathe...," I managed to choke out. Her face was suddenly blurry. I couldn't remember what she looked like.
What did Mama look like? Mama? Someone! Help! The sound of a soft, soothing melody coming from a flute calmed me down. Mama's hands were gone, and I could breathe again. I looked up and saw that I was alone. Mama's gone.
Reika and Ari are new exorcists-unconventional, fierce, and fighting a war most don't understand. Then Krishna arrives: breathtakingly handsome, dangerously flirtatious, and utterly infuriating. Reika despises him... but beneath the sparks of rivalry, a complicated attraction simmers-one neither of them can ignore.
Their fragile alliance is shattered on a night drenched in blood and shadows. Supernatural hunters, relentless and merciless, strike-serving Diabolo, an ancient evil who has returned after millions of years buried in darkness. They're hunting one of them, driven by secrets that could unravel everything.
Why are they targets? Who hides behind those cold, deadly eyes? And what twisted desire drives Diabolo's return?
Bound by fate and burning desire, they must confront horrors both external and within themselves. As danger closes in, trust and passion entwine, offering both salvation and ruin. Can they escape the darkness, or will their love be the spark that consumes them all?
Prepare for a haunting journey where love and fear walk hand in hand-and nothing is as it seems.
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