Chapter 116. Battle Prep 2.0

“So what is it you are willing to give for your friend to live”

Helos laughed hysterically. He knew Midnight or Sarah, whatever you called her by, had no power over him. She was merely a slave bound to him by claws(clause of contract written in blood) but he hated that she was steadily slipping out of her grip. There she was, her hands blackened with the stain of collecting all those innocent souls. Yet she was unhinged by her own pain. She was begging Helos to spare her friend Sherizad. She was begging him as he drank one dark blood after another, replenishing his strength.

“Anything... Anything that you want. I can bring you Ryan. I can give you his head.”

“Silence little rat head! If his head was all I wanted, didn’t I have better opportunities than this?”

Midnight was desperate and she flung herself at his feet, her face landing right on the ground.

Helos laughed. Then placed his feet above her ear. He pressed so hard that her head cracked a little.