11/05/2025
Chapter 1c:
A tall, muscular demon stormed through the crowd, his presence commanding immediate attention. Thrain Blackwood-son of the infamous Karl Clan general. A brute with a short temper and a thirst for blood.
His sneer cut through the noise. "You think you can have Gina, little Goken? Some guts you have!"
Azreal barely spared him a glance. "What a pain in the ass," he muttered, brushing past him like he was nothing. His attention remained fixed on Gina, steps confident, casual.
That only enraged Thrain.
"GOKEN!!"
With a roar, he lunged-claws out, ready to tear Azreal apart.
Eve grinned. "Oh, this is about to get interesting."
Azreal moved like lightning.
In a blink, he spun, smoothly pulling Gina into his chest as he dodged Thrain's attack. His lips brushed her ear as he whispered, "Be a good girl and wait for me."
Then, he let go.
The fight was on.
Azreal drew his sword in a flash, narrowly dodging another swipe of Thrain's claws. He fought effortlessly, his movements precise. But he was holding back-clearly choosing not to injure his opponent.
Thrain, however, had no such restraint.
The crowd roared, demons placing bets as the fight grew more intense. Gina and the other courtesans had long fled, but the bloodthirsty spectators remained.
Thrain's fury boiled over as he realized Gina was gone.
"You bastard!" he roared, eyes wild as he lunged again-this time, sending Azreal's sword flying from his grip.
A final strike, aimed straight for Azreal's throat.
Then-
SHIIINK!
A blade gleamed in the dim light, stopping Thrain cold.
A cold, commanding voice sliced through the chaos.
"That's enough."