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DAMIAN LODGE
In the Lodge, which was previously occupied by Lamia and him, Damian was sitting on the bed, his hands face-palming his face. Realizing he fell victim to a prank made his blood boil. How could he be so stupid? His heartthrob had been maltreated, treated with disdain, probably molested, but he couldn't do anything. Why? Because he was with a lookalike. Realizing the spell was done by Abigail made him even angrier.
Damian walked to his table, where Lamia's portrait was placed. He picked it up and began running his hands around the magnificent being on the portrait.
"Lamia, if only I can go back to the past to undo my terrible mistake. How could I be so stupid not to notice you were missing? You must have passed through a lot, but that doesn't mean I don't love you. I am dying here without you."
Damian shamelessly fell on his knees as tears began streaming down his cheeks. He just couldn't imagine a life without Lamia, someone he had fought for like centuries. He couldn't just lose him like this. It was unacceptable on his part, and his mind trailed to Daniel, the piece of shit that deceived him.
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FLASHBACK
"How dare you, rat! You deceived me and think you can get away with it!"
Damian yelled. He was on the brink of eruption. He just couldn't fathom that he had treated his love like a rag doll because of an imposter.
Daniel looked at Damian, who was like a raging storm about to erupt, and, seeing that he probably wouldn't make it, he brought out the dagger given to him and flung it towards Damian with such velocity that it sped unnaturally.
To Daniel's dismay, he watched Damian's hands catch up with the knife. Damian threw it back at Daniel effortlessly. Daniel, who was unprepared for what was coming, attempted to run, but the knife went straight to his forehead, splitting it into two like a loaf of bread.
The blood oozing out from the cut was bad. The endless blood fountain made Damian frown hard, but he took the knife out of Daniel's head and went to the limp body. So steadily, he carved the head out of the body and hung it on a stake. At this point, he didn't care about any form of penalty. At least he had gotten his revenge on the worthless scum.
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PRESENT DAY
Damian's hazel eyes wandered around the room, and he remembered Lamia's jacket, one of the clothes he loved wearing. He realized he could trace Lamia back and probably give him the greatest apology ever. He was willing to go to any lengths to win him back because, without him, his life was meaningless.
His reason for coming to IVORY HIGH in the first place was because of Lamia, nothing else. Bringing out the jacket, the familiar scent of flowers drifted through the air.
Lamia's fragrance was so intoxicating. Damian folded the jacket, placing it carefully on the floor. Placing several candles around the jacket, he carefully brought down the wall mirror, placed it at the center, and began chanting.
The temperature around him dropped slowly as a chilly wind gripped him, but he continued chanting until the candles rose higher and the mirror came to life.
And there he was, the beauty of his life, smiling with Catherine. Damian then realized something: he had cast Catherine out of his life. If only he hadn't been that stupid, she would have helped him realize Daniel was a fake, but his arrogance had driven her away.
But something wasn't right. He was sure he saw a bulge in Catherine's stomach. Seeing that Lamia was becoming a father, he froze. He could imagine the happiness, and he was not there to share it with him. He was about to teleport himself to the place when a figure walked into the scene.
Damian was flabbergasted when Hadrain came in and gave Lamia a kiss. No, it wasn't a normal kiss—it was a deep, sensual, and intoxicating kiss that melted his wall of restraint.
"What the hell! How did they get together? Hadrain, Lamia—that is impossible! They were mortal enemies!"
But it was right before him. They were looking so lost in love. Damian picked up a stone and hurled it directly at the mirror, which shattered into a million pieces.
"No, Lamia! It can't be! You can't leave me, Alexis! No!"
Damian went to the wall and began punching the metal wall, directing all his anger at the hard metal. He was in a rage, and tears welled down his eyes. His hands became swollen, and blood dripped from the open flesh slammed continuously against the wall.
The pain was nothing compared to what his heart witnessed. He couldn't believe Lamia could move on that fast. No, it was just a lie—a façade Lamia used to hide the fact he was still dangerously in love with him. He couldn't accept that Lamia just casually moved on as if nothing had happened. No! It was unacceptable. Yes, he must be a jerk for saying this, but he would go to wherever Lamia was, and he would turn mountains upside down to get him back.
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EMILY'S DORMITORY
Emily was shivering at the bedside, using a blanket to cover herself. She wasn't herself. When the sudden death of Lamia Alexandria and how Damian mercilessly killed him went viral, she became more withdrawn. The thought of how Damian might end her made a shiver run down her spine. He almost succeeded in killing her if not for Abigail. Now, who was going to rescue her?
Slyvia was a good friend, but she suddenly came rushing into the lodge, barricading the window as fast as possible, making Emily more anxious.
"Slyvia, what again? You're making me more scared than I already am."
Slyvia, sure that no one could creep into the lodge and that they were safe, began:
"There is danger outside—a great one. The principal announced that we should all stay indoors. I believe it's Abigail. She has begun her move. She will pull the school down with her. We are all dead, Emily. We are as good as dead."
Emily's face turned white. So this may be her last moment in Ivory High, and there was a possibility she might not make it out alive. She began trembling more. Then Slyvia's eyes glanced at the transparent window, and a silhouette of an old woman stood at the center of the ground, her eyes cold and lifeless.
"Oh my gosh! Haaaaa!"
Slyvia screamed in terror, and Emily turned but saw nothing. At this point, she realized her friend needed help too. They needed each other. Being the only source of comfort, she decided to help Slyvia. She couldn't be the only one comforted.
Emily moved closer to Slyvia and hugged her, embracing the frightened girl in her arms.
"It's okay, Slyvia. We have gotten through much worse stuff. What's the worst that could happen?"
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BLACK DRAGONS SANCTUARY
Abigail's wicked laughter was the only thing echoing through the silent hall. The heirs were still frozen in place, their eyes wandering, probably thinking of the next brutal act Abigail would perform.
No one knew who the next victim would be, and unfortunately, they couldn't defend themselves.
Abigail, on arriving at the altar, stood there looking at the dried blood. She stared at the dark images and symbols embedded deeply into the altar. The ancient-looking table was terrifying, in fact, beyond terrifying. Skulls of different creatures of hell were carved at the center of the table, and the endless running of blood made the ancient table more grotesque and horrific.
Abigail ran her hands over the creature carved into the table and smiled. She wasn't Asmodues' Queen for nothing.
"The spirits of the dark realms, I call upon thee. Come forth. It's time to take over what rightly belongs to us. It's time to purge the earth of those that oppose us. It's time to bring forth our king to rule the living and the dead."
Then a violent shriek echoed, and a dangerous wind began blowing, scattering the sanctuary. Abigail's face was at the altar as she cut herself.
"Rise! Rise! Rise and get me 70 students for the feast and rise of our Lord."
Then a dark vortex erupted from the floor. It was seeping with demonic energy, and haunting screams of souls were drifting out. From the vortex were deformed creatures as huge as a truck carrying goods. One was larger than a building itself. They flew in dozens, coming out more and more. Their hideous and jagged teeth were terrifying, coupled with their hypnotic eyes that killed when stared into too deeply.
They all flew to bring their victims for the ultimate sacrifice. At that moment, the door of the sanctuary was pushed down. Dozens of hunters rushed in with swords, but what they met scared their souls. Creatures beyond human comprehension attacked them without mercy, and more kept on flying and attacking.
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Damian, on the other hand, had just come out of his lodge and was about to leave the school when he heard a loud roar. He knew that wasn't natural. Looking around, what he saw made him freeze.
Creatures, distorted and disjointed, attacked all the dormitories, carrying off students who were yelling, screaming, and crying for help. But his eyes charged in one direction immediately as he heard Slyvia's cry of anguish.
"Haaaaaa! Emily, nooo!"
A creature had just taken Emily. When Slyvia tried helping her, she was injured and given a very deep, bloody mark and injury that made her paralyzed. She couldn't walk but screamed insanely for the life of her best friend, Emily .