Lucy stared at the wolf in front of her. This was a nice distraction from the inward spiral she was feeling. How was this even possible? Abaddon was dead… right? She watched as the wolf transformed into a muscular man with black hair and dark eyes, a mixture of a deep brown and darkness. He was fully clothed, setting the ensemble off with a black cape. She watched as he took another step towards her and she stood there just looking at him. This? This was the half-demon that terrorized her family? She wasn’t impressed. And what was weird… is she didn’t sense any malcontent from him.
“You are very interesting princess.” Abaddon said as a smile spread across his lips.
“I’m pretty sure my Aunt Rhea killed you. At least so I’ve been told. Care to ex
