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I had seen such a case before in fact not just once but multiple times when the witches and Demons cohabited without war or hate. Witches left the wizards and loved the Demons, many died on their marriage night or sometimes they were left in a state of coma till they were forgotten. Demons weren’t meant to marry a weak creature or mark a pure being. They needed someone strong and black hearted.

My eyes fell on Alora, her skin was pure white, I moved closer to her, the only thing that showed life was Zemia’s mark. Her hair had lost color just as her skin had. The mark had drained her life. I could have sworn she was going to be okay if Zemia marked her but I was wrong, she is a Lycan after all but here she is lifeless.

“We don’t have much time!.” I told Rebecca.

“Aren’t you calling your witchey friend?!.” Rebecca asked.

Green snake in a green grass!, if only Alora could see the actual enemy!, her own sister in-law but well a Demon would always be a Demon.

“We have to go get her!.” I re