"So when are gonna start?" Namjoon asked out of the blue which made me jump.
'You want to kill me? You wish.'
The Excalibur transformed into two long lances and formed two sickle-like figures at the top of it, but that's not it. The two scythe were indilged into great darkness. Its darkness made the others twitch, including Arthur. Jiko understood the commotion and he quickly drew out Ivory. He used Light to petrify the thick darkness surrounding them. As he goes deeper and deeper, his Generals followed him, and one by one, they fall down, they don't know what's the reason but it is like hell, as if their souls are drenched in a molten lava. This is the Ultimate Magic : Hell Law. Everyone inside it's area will feel like they were in hell and the caster of it will suffer a great consequence; it may be a long term or a short one. Dorothy was amazed of how his grandson pulled out this kind of trick and he actually did it a notch higher. He controlled it with Fire and Dark magic, but for Jiko, this is just an average Skill, average Talent, average Magic. He made a shield to lessen the effect of the Law but it can't block the effect of Fire and Dark magics. It made him loose his mind and he went faster to the "eye of the storm". After a few minutes, Hell Law began to precipitate and only a man with the two scythe will be seen at the middle, it is Vieran. But he is exhausted enough to move even a single limb.
"I'm just telling the truth" his sulking.
He sighed as he pushed the glass into her hands, "Drink this first. I'll go see what I can find." Xavier disappeared into the kitchen again this time returning with 2 glasses and a bottle of Champagne. He shrugged his shoulders as he sat down beside her and began filling her glass. "Sorry, it's the best I could do. I'm not a big drinker."
BOOM!
"Finally lets began." Minsoo smiled at her alluringly.
Meg: "Oh! were here!"
Crack.
Nero chuckled and reached out to the intercom to order their food. After placing the order, he rolled down from the bed, scooped his wife and proceeded to the bathroom. They bathed each other quickly.
"Rapmon hyung," he whispers, breath hitching as he guides his thumb over his own slit, hips staggering, but just before the coil in his stomach can finish winding a familiar sound reaches his hears—that of the shower curtain—and the maknae cracks one of his eyes open. Immediately his blood runs cold.
"Jangan membahas itu, kau minum ini dulu." ia menyodorkan minuman itu.