"I do. However, this comes with stipulations. You and Charles need to kiss and make up." Peter tossed out another folder with the words Project Eden stamped on it.
Hey, my name is Zero your average salaryman who just want something to change my life. Just like I said, I am nothing out of the ordinary. I was simply the who always receives bad luck, wait that just explained my whole life.
"User has to know everything comes with a price and the price for a better body and pure bloodline is pain, the user should thank the system that it was gracious enough to bring the purification out in the first place and before the user loses his cool he should first at his physical strength and his pain resistance humpf!"
nothing happens but he speaks again "fine i will do it myself" i feel my clothing pull me forward to him. once I'm a 3 steps away the thrusts out his palms and then straightens the palms to be parallel to the ground. i then feel the remaining people's ether fade away into the surroundings. in front of me he staggers and falls to a knee. his palms look mutilated and his eyes are bloodshot as blood runs out of his nose, however it fades back into his skin and his hands heal i 3 breaths as he stands. he looks at me intently and reaches to my head with a hand i try to run but realize i cant move or use ether. it feels like I'm in a dream without control. he grabs my left ear and feels it between his fingers. a shock runs through me as a sudden wind blows it. i fall to my knees. 'my control is back!' i rip the cloth out of my mouth, he speaks and i halt out of fear.
"This is another kill that you have done Dam-- " just when Antonio was about to complete his sentence Damon turned his face towards him blood splashed over his white shirt with cuffed sleeves that fitted well on his masculine body showing off his muscles -biceps , as if stretched but it was his bulky musculature that anyone would confuse his hands to be tensed to show muscles but it was actually the normal way, cause if he did tense his hands it would tear the shirt off which was always stretched to its fullest. He was licking his fangs and said with a low grim voice " Wasn't that good to taste the stale food!" which took Antonio to a frown as to what is he to have no emotions rather killing a woman to feed upon who supposedly might have witnessed something which might help them solve the mystery if she and the Lord both hadn't killed Weasly.
