One Hundred and thirty nine

EPILOGUE --- AGAIN AND AGAIN

It was a whole battle against a male confessor and his clan. The nightcrawlers came together to join forces with all the confessors to eradicate the male confessor once and for all. They all knew, that killing the male confessor is like catching lightning - His armies are might, large and filled with humans, confessors, Lycans, werewolves, and nightcrawlers.

Only a few, a very little few are not under his command. They are all bent to his command and are willing to sacrifice themselves for the male confessor. With his mother forcefully beside him, ruling multiple large kingdoms.

When he was only but twenty, Dylan decided to kill him, but he was caught. The male confessor commanded that each part of his fingers should be removed every hour, then he would finally be killed when the ten fingers and toes are gone.

Dylan removed the leather gloves, revealing his lost fingers. "Damn," Nikki whispered under her breath.

"I had the power to outrun his army because