Whew!
Darryl struggled to stand as he slowly walked to the stone door and tried to push it open.
When he made contact with the spell lining the door, a sharp bloody ray of light shot out. Darryl felt an enormous force come down upon him, which sent him flying.
"Ugh…" Darryl landed against the wall as blood sprayed from his mouth. His vision darkened. The impact almost knocked him out.
Motherf*cker!
Darryl gritted his teeth, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. He stared at the seal on the door in shock and rage.
The fiend folks' seals were that powerful?
He would not be able to break the seal as long as his fairy soul had not recovered. Would he die there?
Just as Darryl pondered that in increasing agony, someone pushed the door open. A slim figure walked into the room. She had delicate features but with an icy expression all over them.
It was one of the twelve Fiend Martyrs, Morticia.
It was her?
It was undeniable that Morticia was a beautiful woman. Darryl had been shocked by her looks when he first saw her, and when he saw her up close, it confirmed his opinions that she had a charm about her.
She dripped with charisma and confidence, clad in skin-tight red and black armor that hugged her figure.
Darryl gulped when she approached him.
It was a shame that such a beautiful woman belonged to the fiend race.
Suddenly, Morticia raised her hand. She brought it down swiftly upon his face in a slap.
The slap came out of nowhere, and Darryl barely had time to react to it. It made a crisp sound and sent him stumbling back into the wall.
F*ck!
Darryl clutched his face as his brain buzzed. His head felt like it would explode.
Morticia was ruthless. She had hit him at first sight. Would she pull out her knife if he opened his mouth to speak?
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