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Here is Jaroud (Arouj’s evil and true persona). Yes he has red hair, red eyes; he is inspired by Rubeus from Sailor moon.

As I mentioned in Arouj Hc; he isn’t just any incubus, he is from a noble, royal family of demons. He is Asmodeus and Laya's son. These two are literally the second generation ever born of demons; considered the pure-Sumayan blood, They have the strongest magic, powers and traits than any other demons. And all demons obey them, never disrespecting them or they’d wish they were never born.

Raqoul Sinfýre: The Demon of Chaos, He is the third generation of the Souma bloodline and Asmodeus’s younger brother. So yeah, that makes him Jaroud’s uncle but he didn’t bother to raise him but Vaūm and Vamonessyia took him in.

Vamonessyia Gloomfýre: The vicious succubus, Her family and Raqoul’s are related. Not just because of ‘Fýre’ last name but both are Souma’s descendants. However, Vamonessyia is mixed; she is both Lucifer and Souma's descendants; although the latter are dad and son lol. But it is what it is 😅.

And Lastly, Vaūm D’rhonn: He is the son of Vamonessyia and Samir; a Virginian man. So, in summary: Vaūm is a cambion; In European mythology, A cambion is the offspring of Humans and Demons. Samir is a Virginian, yet also a mortal man despite Virginians living longer than Humans on Earth. But still, mortal. He also has a human form. His human name is Daryl, and D’rhonn is Samir’s family name. Vaūm doesn’t want to be associated with demons; despite him being one.

When a rose turns black chapter 16

“The First Light.”

A/N: Been a while since I updated on this novel. So.. Here I am back with another chapter! Also: This chapter include violence, So be warned!

The light dimension was a place of pure beauty. It glistened with a golden glow, and the sky was filled with twinkling bright stars and a vibrant rainbow. The air was sweet and fragrant, and the trees and grass were lush and green. Everywhere one looked, there was a sight to behold. It is a place of reverence and divinity.

At the center of the light dimension, there was the majestic Sphinx; It was a giant creature, with the head of a lion and the body of a lioness. Its bright azure eyes were ancient and wise, and its fur was a deep golden and white colour. It seemed to have an aura of power and knowledge as if it held the secrets of the universe. His gigantic wings were made of pure, celestial light that glowed brilliantly like stars in the night sky. They shimmered with a strong, ethereal luminescence that illuminated the area, The light was so powerful that it seemed to pulse with its own energy, like a living, breathing entity. Every movement of the wings created a ripple of colours that danced in the air, radiating a beautiful, otherworldly glow. Every time someone looked at it, they could feel a sense of awe, Respect, and humility too.

Sphinx is a millennia years old. He watched empires rise and fall, civilizations prospered and withered, and He witnessed all events of history. He is the silent watchful eyes of the universe. He is the ancient wise guardian of the light dimension. He is the light, He is the beacon of hope and justice.

Despite being the light given form, His heart is hardened due to people's dark deeds and darkness. There was this incident that changed his positive and happy demeanor. It made him vigilant towards the people and the visitors in general, It made him question their intentions.

That was when the darkness entered his light dimension uninvited. And changed everything there. But he fought and drove the darkness away but At what cost? His light dimension is forever scarred by the Darkness and the people lost their families to a dark and forsaken dimension called the dark dimension, Such fate is cruel and worse than death.

Sphinx sighted and he gently strolled around the place. He saw the people who lost their families. But there was this child who affected him and made his heart lurch in pain. He knew the girl and why she was crying. He offered them to stay in the light dimension. So they can alter their life span and see their lost family returned.

He moved to the girl and silently offered her solace.

“Child,” He gently called.

The girl looked at him with wide eyes and a tired face, Her face was red and wet with her tears. She sniffed and looked at him.

“I know how you feel,” Sphinx uttered calmly, “But have faith in the light.”

His voice was calm and gentle. Silently offering her solace for her and her broken heart. He wished he could do something for these people. But he only can offer them to stay in the light dimension and await the day when someone comes who is strong enough and brave enough to rescue their lost families from the darkness.

Sphinx finally spoke again; His tone was gentle and caring, “I protected your families in the Dark dimension, No one can harm them there.” He hoped that would ease their pain and make them feel better, They looked at him with gratitude and gratefulness.

Sphinx smiled then he left for his light domain, A loud and strong sound could be heard from him while he was walking. As he walked he raised his head highly;

glimpsing at the light, as he hoped beyond hope that the day would come and everything would be as it was before.

Raqoul, one of the bravest demon warriors in the kingdom, had finally discovered the truth about one of his most trusted allies. Jareth, a demon Raqoul had fought alongside for many years, had been secretly working for Lucifer, their mortal enemy. The news hit Raqoul like a dagger to the heart, and he knew he had to confront Jareth about his treachery.

Every move Raqoul made and his loyalists. Lucifer would know of it. And that made Raqoul to question one of his most elite loyalty. He knew there is a traitor among them and he will find out who. And will make them pay.

Jareth is a 7-foot tall demon, with brown hair and dark grey eyes, an average body build, He is in his form, An average looking man with fair skin and dark black hands due to his dark magic.

Raqoul stormed into Jareth’s place, his voice filled with a mix of anger and disappointment. "Jareth, I can't believe what I've learned. Is it true? Are you truly a follower of Lucifer?" Raqoul said bitterly.

Jareth stood tall, a cold smirk etched across his face. "Ah, Raqoul, I see you've finally discovered my true allegiance. It's a shame you had to find out this way." Jareth sneered at Raqoul.

Raqoul's fists clenched tightly, As he looked at Jareth with his red-fury eyes. "How could you,

Jareth? We fought side by side, and shed blood together, for the sake of our kingdom, And all the while, you were betraying us?"

Jareth chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with malice. "You underestimate the power of Lucifer, Raqoul, He promised me wealth, power, and everything I've ever desired. Why would I remain loyal to a pitiful Leader like yourself, When I can have everything I've ever dreamed of?"

Rage seared into Raqoul’s heart like an unstoppable eruption of a volcano. He quickly lunged into Jareth. But Jareth anticipated that and sidestepped Raqoul. Which resulted in Raqoul hitting the wall, Jareth chuckled at Raqoul’s attempt to kill him. But Raqoul is far from finished, Raqoul recovered quickly as he spread his huge bat-like wings and flew up in the air. Jareth started to run away but Raqoul flew toward Jareth and tackled him.

Raqoul punched Jareth in his face repeatedly. Blood spurting from Jareth’s nose. Jareth felt the impact of Raqoul’s attacks, and pain washed over him, He had enough as he raised both his legs to kick Raqoul like a mule. Raqoul flew back but he plunged his claws into the cold floor to steady himself from flying away. As he prowled in front of Jareth like a lion.

Raqoul rushed on him and ripped apart Jareth’s face with his claws, Leaving ugly severe wounds, As more blood spurted from his face The latter howled in agony.

Jareth wasn’t going to die like a prey. He grabbed Raqoul’s wrists With his tail and Slashed Raqoul’s belly with his long claws, creating a gushy bloody wound. Raqoul wailed in pain as Jareth headbutted him as Raqoul flew away, hitting the painful wall once more.

“Give it up! Lucifer will win!” Jareth sneered with his venomous tone. As he gazed at the injured Raqoul.

Raqoul swiftly pulled himself up, spit a mouthful of blood, And immediately dashed towards Jareth.

This time, Raqoul didn’t use his wings at all, because there was no need to. Instead, Raqoul sprinted like a cheetah to catch his prey, The force of Raqoul’s power left the ground shattering beneath his feet.

As he closed in, Jareth flailed his wings but Raqoul quickly binds them with his telekinesis magic. Leaving Jareth vulnerable to his attacks.

Raqoul decided to finish Jareth now. He threw a powerful right hook to Jareth, A loud crunch was heard in the place, and Jareth cried as he felt the pain. Raqoul didn’t stop at all, He punched Jareth again but the latter successfully blocked it and Roundhouse kicked Raqoul on his chest.

Raqoul cried as he felt his bones breaking but he didn’t stop, But he tolerated the horrible pain and recovered.

Jareth raised both of his palms and shot dark blasts on Raqoul, Two of the blasts hit Raqoul square on his chest. Raqoul stifled his moans as he quickly recovered from the blasts. He quickly teleported in front of Jareth. He quickly lobbed a shadow mist bomb at his enemy, momentarily blinding him.

He punched Jareth in his sternum, Breaking his rips. Making it difficult for Jareth to breathe.

Jareth tried to kick Raqoul on his legs but he couldn’t do it. Due to the searing pain, the breaking of his bones, And the shadow mist spell.

Raqoul chops off Jareth’s head with his wings. It rolled on the ground and Jareth's body fell in a dead heap.

Raqoul’s hands glowed with red scarlet energy as he shot it onto Jareth’s corpse. It swiftly burned it and encircled it.

Raqoul said nothing as he observed the scarlet flames spread on his former friend's body. Let alone feel something to express his emotions, Of betrayal, Agony, and abandonment.

One more reason for Raqoul to hate Lucifer. He vowed that Lucifer would pay for what he did and he would return it tenfold to Lucifer.

Wordlessly, Raqoul extended his wings and flew away from the scene. He didn’t want to linger here for too long.

In the revered city of Al-Jahra. There is a distinct large, White house that stands proudly in the middle of the city, That’s the house of the Aepel Family, A grandiose display of Arabian-Virginian architecture. The intricate design of the arches and domes mesmerized all who laid eyes on it, while the pristine whitish golden walls shimmered in the blazing sun like a mirage. And the sweet aroma of jasmine and gardenia floated in the air, Creating a peaceful atmosphere. As one approached the house, Its grandeur and beauty were even more striking. It was a sight to behold, a true masterpiece in its own right.

Hadi Aepel and his brother, Massoud, Prepared for a three-night trip to the desert of Al-Makida, A desert known for its ancient history and paranormal history too.

The two brothers are prepared for the journey. They took everything they needed. However, The eleven-year-old, Aliyaa decided to prepare her own bag of supplies and everything, She wore a brown dress with gold accents that made her invisible to the environment. She wore a black headscarf. She is prepared for the journey.

When the brothers bid their goodbyes and started to leave, Aliyaa sneaked behind and followed them.

Farrah: Hadi’s wife, She bid them goodbye and left to do her chores. She looked for Aliyaa but she didn’t find her. In panic, She ran to search for her.

Massoud didn’t notice anything. On the other hand, His brother, Hadi, noticed that they were being followed by someone.

Before nighttime came, Aliyaa hid behind one of the trees, While watching her Father and uncle, starting a campfire.

She tipped-toed her way into her father's brown fur blanket and slid herself inside of it.

Hadi noticed her and muffled his chuckle with his hand. He will reprimand his daughter after they finish their desert journey.

He whispered to his brother and pointed at his brown fur blanket, Massoud noticed there was someone under it.

“This is Aliyaa,” Hadi whispered to his brother. “Pretend you don’t know.”

Massoud nodded his head as he looked at his brother.

Hadi carefully and soundlessly tipped-toed to his blanket and with a quick move he removed it. And he saw his daughter: Aliyaa.

He pretended to be surprised and shocked to see her here. He sat beside his daughter.

“Why are you here?” He asked with a gentle tone.

“Um…. I… Got bored?” She mumbled with an adorable tone and smile.

Hadi and Massoud sighed deeply. They cannot be angry at her.

Hadi looked at her and smiled. “Does your mother know you are here?” He inquired with a gentle tone

Aliyaa shook her head. “No.” She replied.

Hadi hummed as his brother threw more wood into the campfire. “Come close, So we can keep an eye on you,” Hadi spoke gently.

Aliyaa smiled gleefully and she hugged her father with a big smile. “Okay! Daddy.”

Hadi, Aliyaa, and Massoud. They all sat around the campfire. Sipping a hot tea and talking to each other.

Massoud chuckled mischievously. “Aliyaa,” He called with a mischievous tone.

“Have you ever heard about the story of the goat that ate it owner?”

Fear and panicked welled within her. She started to shake. Hadi, Her father noticed this and reprimanded his brother. He hugged her and started to rub her hand for reassurance.

“Don’t tell her that story.” Hadi warned with a serious tone.

Massoud started to chuckle mischievously as he glanced at the frightened Aliyaa.

Aliyaa whimpered and hugged her father for solace. He placed his arms around her to reassure her, While he shot his brother an angry glare.

Hadi gently patted her head. “Aliyaa, It’s just a myth.” Hadi muttered in a soothing tone. “It’s not real.”

Aliyaa breathed deeply to calm herself. Then she took a sip of her tea and savoured its taste. She smiled as she finally calmed down and looked at her father and her uncle.

Hadi smiled knowing that his daughter had calmed down. He also took a sip of his tea, starting to enjoy the moment too.

Massoud stopped chuckling and decided to threw more wood on the campfire to keep it burning.

A/N: gif isn’t mine! Found it on pinterest.

OCs faceclaim!

Time to answer the question that I have been asked alot! Who are your Ocs faceclaims! Here is the answer!

👇🏻

(Wartb Ocs)

Aliyaa Aepel -> Lana Parrila.

Scylla Aepel -> Also Lana parrila.

Hadi Aepel ->Jared S.Gilmore (best choice for him).

Aliyaa’s father (Hadi Aepel): Amir El-Masry.

Arouj Roman/Jaroud: Colin o'donoghue (minus beard).

Derek Monrik -> Josh Dallas (I love his role as prince charming!)

Eevie Al’shayle -> Ginnifer Goodwin.

Selviya Levsloky-> Jennifer Morrison.

Raqoul -> Sebastian Stan.

Donovan -> Ralph Fiennes.

Layla Buyunni -> Meghan Ory.

Novelyn-> Rebecca Mader.

Sire Aham-> Liam Hemsworth.

Ardin Kayuel -> Blake Roman (his VA too)

(Mk Ocs)

Harumi Rose Hasashi -> Nana Komatsu.

Satoshi Hasashi ->Jun Matsumoto.

When a rose turns black chapter 13

“True south”

Author’s note: pic isn’t mine I found it on pinterest. Also this chapter include gore and blood! You are warned!

It is a peaceful morning, with a gentle breeze carrying enticing aromas from ports and bakeries. It is one of those normal days in Al-Mahmudah City. One of the most beautiful, ancient, and revered cities in Virginia.

Sire Kilam walks around the city to make sure that no evil-doer is lurking there to plan something malicious. As every other superior is walking around the cities to guard it and help anyone in need.

Al-Mahmudah City is a special place in Sire Kilam’s heart; it is his home and everything. As a boy, he always sneaked out of the house to walk for a while and enjoy the magical atmosphere of this beautiful city. The people are happy. The city is colourful and peaceful, as if they are in a paradise or something similar to it.

Al-Mahmudah City has always been a strategic place in times of war; it is one of the most important and ancient cities in Virginia.

Al-Mahmudah City is a unique strategic place; it is near the jungle of Tor’ama and the wells of Varenciya. He remembered when the northern nation attacked the west side of Virginia.

King Guivara Abraham rallied his unstoppable army and took Mahmudah City as his capital in the war to defend the other cities from Ivern and Averitna claims. That was when the two latter took siege of Immortal Mandavora. Guivara’s first achievement was on the north side of Virginia, near the Iverynica Kingdom.

Then they knew that it was their final mistake when they couldn’t lay their hands on Al-Mahumdah City before Guivara’s arrival.

Sire Kilam was but a child back there. He remembered that Aham was defending the other cities when Averitna and Ivern of the Iverynica Kingdom started the war against Virginia.

After the war ended, King Guivara was maddened with bloodlust, so he attacked the Iverynica Kingdom in retaliation and added it to Virginia to become one of many of Virginia’s cities.

Furthermore, He remembered the sky turning ugly colours of grey and scarlet because of the unspeakable violence and bloodshed that occurred on that day.

Sire Kilam breathed heavily to calm his soul from the painful and brutal memories of the past. He stood to look at a monument to a fallen superior. He looked at the statue with saddened eyes. As he remembers him and how he died, His face is graceful and polished gold with reverence. He looked at the statue’s hand as if he were inviting him to come to him and talk to him.

That was Sire Miran, the first winged aspect of justice. The first predecessor of all aspects of justice, the winged-protectors of light, and the counterpart to the dark ones—the aspect of darkness, the patron of darkness.

Light and dark are eternal beings that were destined to fight each other. Everyone knows that the light came first! But is it powerful enough to kill the darkness?

Two aspects are different, like day and night or good and evil. But both are important aspects. Or, superiors.

Sire Kilam had enough of looking at the statue, so he left for a calmer place. Although being near a noble place and a more revered person or statue of the person is kind of calming, To a superior, this is how they pay their respects.

On the left side of the city, there is a similar statue, but this time a dark one. Legends say that this statue is the statue of Sire Derkaām.

The first aspect of darkness is the aspect that turned the tables against the beings of the dark dimension, the beings of the Black dead.

These beings are ruthless killers; they feed on life and its essence. They feed on anything alive. People, animals, and plants.

Sire Derkaām sacrificed himself to stop these beings from devouring Virginia and its people. This was a noble cause that rarely has a dark side. To this day, some people pay their respects to his old, withering statue.

Sire Kilam wasn’t there to witness this whole ordeal, but he trusted Sire Aham's words. Sire Kilam came near the statue. With saddened eyes and a heavy heart, he saluted the statue with the superior salute, putting his arm on his heart and slightly bending his back.

"If it weren’t for you, we would be dead," He muttered.

He gracefully turned his head up and gave a warm smile to the jet-black, withering statue. He doesn’t care what the other aspects say about Sir Derkaām; He is a hero.

He is saddened because Sire Derkaām's legacy is just a myth nowadays. Some day, all will know the truth. He made a sacrifice so others could flourish.

Sire Kilam left to drink a cup of tea. To calm himself from the pain and sad memories. Being a superior is a burden, but he has to do his duties dutifully. He knows that someday his time will come and he will fall. For the cycle to continue, there must be fallen ones and new ones.

He won’t take his status for granted; he will protect, save, and help people. He will have his legacy. Like many other superiors who have fallen, he will be no exception.

as the current aspect of twilight—the aspect of healing and new chances. He will provide other chances for people who have sinned in their lives and make a new life for them, A life dedicated to light and truth only.

He looks proudly at the previous aspect of Twilight, Mistress Saliena; the second aspect of Twilight is the lady of dreams, chance, and beauty.

The one who saved countless lives in the battle of Amara’Dkan With her steadfast determination and unwavering power, she easily drove all the enemies away from Virginia, trapping them at a fixed point in space. Where they can no longer kill or destroy anything.

But alas, she was killed by the aspect of darkness, Amotrapa, who killed her because he wanted her powers.

She was ambushed and slaughtered mercilessly by him. Dark and deadly, she was struck down with remorseless blasts of darkness. Such a fate was cruel for a benevolent, selfless, and merciful woman.

He remembered that the roads in Virginia were crowded due to the number of people who were mourning her death. Her favourite music venue was filled with sad violins and sad piano music.  Even the animals shared their sorrow for her, as the other beings did too. 

The flowers withered, the wind was quiet to give them solace and serenity, and the moon was full for a fortnight. To lighten their darkened nights and give them hope for what’s coming to them.

Saliena was an icon of hope and inspiration; she was named after a Virginian moon.

Her portraits were veiled by a sparkle cloth, as this was the aspect of a twilight wish after they died.

Sire Aham did his mourning ritual for the fallen Saliena, where they snuffed out their candles that were burning when they were alive.

Because of this, Sire Kilam grew distant and cold towards the new dark ones because of what Amotrapa did. As for the latter, he discovered he could not just take any other aspect’s powers away, and he was killed by a man called Anzir.

Who became the next dark one; because the dark one is the only one when killed, their powers are transferred to their killers.

Though Sire Kilam is a bit disgruntled because he didn’t kill Amotrapa personally, He understands that he can’t be driven by vengeance. It isn’t a noble cause.

Sire Kilam entered a beautiful place where they served tea, coffee, and other delights.

"Sire Kilam!" The owner of the place began brightly.

"Hello," Sire Kilam said with a warm smile.

"What can I get you?" The owner asked.

“Tea," uttered Sire Kilam.

The owner began to prepare tea for Sir Kilam. He chose the best tea and herbs for him. With a unique blend of their homeland, Verna, he held the cup and gently offered it to Sire Kilam.

Sire Kilam smiled and said, "Thank you!"

The exquisite smell of the tea had entered Sire Kilam’s nostrils and made him smile bigger.

He knew that this tea was well-made and special. He slowly took a sip of the tea, which made him hum in satisfaction.

He didn’t want it to down the drink. He wants to savour this tea. It is delicious and special.

He sat in the most quiet part of the tea house, although he longed for some people's voices or quiet conversations, To sweeten his mood while drinking the tea. Cherishing the moments before he falls.

In his mind’s eye, he always thinks of Saliena. His idol was Sire Aham, and he always wished he could’ve known more of her. But time wasn’t on his side at all. And that’s where the cursed Amotrapa came and took her life unjustly.

Every time he remembers this, There is a burning feeling that he wishes he had turned back time to kill Amotrapa before getting the chance to kill Saliena. Maybe in another life, he and Saliena know each other—or maybe they are close? Who knows!

Thinking about her shakes his core and makes him feel bad about himself for having her replaced by him, she was the second-best aspect of Twilight.

He can see her, and he can feel her aura around him. Her spirit, as the first aspect of twilight, is there to guide him. The previous aspects can be with the current ones spiritually, only to guide and help them.

Their bodies perished, but they are with him spiritually. He is the only one who can see them. He can hear them telling him that everything is going to be alright and that he is their successor.

"Don’t feel bad," Saliena told him in her soothing voice.

"That’s not helpful," Kilam sobbed quietly, His tears are threatening to fall. But he hastily took a napkin and wiped them.

"I know how you feel, lad," the first aspect of Twilight muttered with his calming tone and smile.

"Again, not helpful," Kilam repeated.

He can’t afford to cry in this situation; the place is filled with people, and he can’t make himself look weak in front of the people. As a superior, he must be stoic, calm, and humble.

The atmosphere became heavy for Kilam, but he continued to drink his tea so it wouldn’t get cold. The tea helped him calm down a bit, as it also helped his dry throat.

He couldn’t give in to sorrow and pain. He is a stoic man, a superior. He can’t let these emotions get the best of him. He breathed deeply to steady his nerves.

Instead, he focused on the good memories, on Saliena, and on the first aspect of Twilight's achievements, their victories and successes.

He can learn from them, and he can let others learn from him. He smiled when he remembered good memories of his past and Saliena.

He downed his tea instead of savouring it as he wanted, but there is no time. Sire Aham needs him, and he must leave at once. He goes to the register and pays for the tea.

"Thank you for the tea!" Sire Kilam beamed.

"You’re welcome!" The owner replied with the same positivity that Kilam radiated.

Despite what happened and what Kilam had been through, He is still positive, no matter what.

He must also believe in himself and others. Friends, Superiors, humans, and reformed people.

In a dark room, a figure stood. He is demonic. a raven-haired man with purple eyes and huge bat wings. This time, he isn’t angry or anything.

It is Raqoul, the demon of desolation. Despite Barhout’s Revenants failure to bring him the desolation he craves, he isn’t mad or anything. He is planning on doing something more sinister and malicious, something fitting his nature.

He is torn between killing Lucifer’s children and killing his siblings. He doesn’t like them at all. He sees them as incompetent idiots. No one is worthy of his time or his rivalry.

Except for Lucifer, who is his enemy and rival, He would be damned if he grew soft towards him. He can’t afford to lose this chance to kill the one who killed Souma.

Raqoul splays his demonic claws on the mirror before him. It is a relic that he stole from a powerful mage in Omenvalley. The mirror is his sole source of power and information. He heavily depends on it, as he can’t trust or depend on the wolves around him.

The mirror shows him what Lucifer has been up to, although, in all honesty, Lucifer has no time to waste on Raqoul. He knows that Raqoul has beef with him. He is the new leader, and he doesn’t give a darn about the other demons or what they think of him.

That alone hit a nerve in Raqoul and made him more hostile to Lucifer than before. Vamonessyia enjoys quarrels between these two. She is waiting patiently to know who will win in the end. Is it Raqoul? or Lucifer?

The mirror flashed three times as a warning sign for Raqoul to see; this caught Raqoul’s attention to look at the mirror. The mirror showed a gathering of mages in Omenvalley. Raqoul knows who they are, but why does the mirror show him such a thing? Is it a warning?

Raqoul focused his eyes on the mirror to see what was happening in the mage gathering. He could hear the magic language they were speaking. until one of the mages spoke.

"This is a special spell to trap the demon of desolation in a void!" one of the mage said.

Raqoul twitched his eyes in shock. They were planning to trap him somewhere else. He isn’t scared; he can’t be scared of a bunch of losers.

"Bunch of imbeciles!" Raqoul commented, "Well, I’ll just have to kill them one by one!"

Raqoul took action immediately; he walked to his balcony and flew to Omenvalley before they had the chance to complete the spell.

Once Raqoul arrived, he saw the mages stop doing the spell for a reason. He exploited this moment to leap on one of the mages, mauling him and killing him in the process. Raqoul took the mage's voice so he wouldn’t scream.

Sometimes, Raqoul fights with his claws, not just his magic. With the main mage gone, Raqoul can easily go freely and kill the others without doubting that they will do the spell with ease.

He has four mages left to kill, Ashure and Bōrem are gone for a while.

Nevertheless, he will enjoy killing these wretched mages The second mage was guarding the spell book when Raqoul easily sneaked behind him and slit his throat. His blood splashed into the walls and Raqoul’s hands.

Raqoul took this moment to savour licking the blood on his hands. He will kill all the mages, a warning to those who want to pick a fight with him.

He found the last two mages in the main room of the mansion. They were talking about Ashure and Bōrem, who left them to grab something "magical".

"Oh yeah, I see," one of them retorted.

Raqoul used his scarlet energy blast and fired it on one of the mages. It left a huge gorey gap on his chest, as he fell on the ground dead.

The other mage squirmed in fear and said, "Please, please spare me!"

"I don’t spare cowards!" Raqoul sneered at him.

Raqoul conjured a scarlet energy ball in his hands and shoved it into the mage's mouth. He held the mage’s mouth closed with his hand until the mage’s head exploded with brain matter and blood.

"Ah! Gorey, as I like it," Raqoul murmured to himself.

When a rose turns black chapter 12

A/N: Hello! Gorgeous people! It’s been a while since I didn’t write wartb, This Chapter is centered around Raqoul The demon of desolation, the chaos bringer, so here is chapter 12! Hope you like it 🖤🖤✨

“Our deeds”

In Malrūn city there is a place called Barhout Valley, where there is a well called also Barhout In it, Raqoul was standing there looking inside the well of Barhout. He knew that it would be very dangerous for him to look inside the well because it is so dark that you can’t see anything inside the well. There is only one case when you can see inside the well, that is where the sun is directly above the well.

“Well, well, well” Raqoul started looking at the well. “If it isn’t the infamous Barhout’s well..” He continued, he has mixed emotions for Bahrout well, One of his ancestors is being tortured in this well, as well as the vilest souls of humans and demons alike.

Legends say that long ago King Yadae had hidden all his treasures and possessions in this well, and he commanded the strongest genies to guard it. Therefore, It had been guarded and dangerous for other people who want to have his treasures.

“Well, I’m not that dumb to believe in a legend!” Raqoul spat, with a wave of his hand he commanded the dark arts of chaotic energy to dwell into the well further and unleash a strong force that freed the vilest of souls as undead revenants.

“Go forth my minions! Spread chaos in the cities!” Raqoul barked at the undead army of revenants.

Surprisingly, they obeyed Raqoul, the one who freed them from this hellish nightmare, and In gratitude, they pledge their allegiance to serve him.

“Good,” Raqoul smiled in pure satisfaction.

They marched to the cities to spread chaos as their leader ordered them to, and the unspeakable horror and chaos they caused into these. unfortunate cities.

All this chaos, blood, and pain, increases Raqoul's powers, After all; He is the demon of chaos.

“Ahh Chaos! My birthright!” Raqoul mused, He is so content with the undead army of revenants.

“They. Have potential~” he Marvelled.

As always there is certain “someone” who loves to spoil his mood, and that is the annoying succubus of Malrūn, She is Vamonessyia.

“Greetings Brother of mine~,” Vamonessyia says Lustfully.

“Ugh, Go away gnat!” Raqoul spat at her.

“Awwh~ Still trying to make me leave you alone? Ha! No!” She mused as she gives him her known “love you” smile.

“Ew, Go away!” Raqoul Snarled at her, he didn’t want to hit her, not because she is a female, but because she is half Lucifer- half Souma blood, he doesn’t want his hands to get dirty with her “Lucifer blood”. He hates Lucifer and his children with all his heart, He remembers how he betrayed the godfather of all demons and genies.

Most of the genies and demons didn’t give a crap about the death of Souma, But to Raqoul it is very personal, the news shocked him, shook his core, and changed him forever. Although that Raqoul was a child back there, from the moment of his birth he has a room of respect for Souma in his heart.

His half-brothers didn’t care about their godfather's death either, Mammon the demon of greed didn’t give a damn about his death, and neither Belphegor nor Beelzebub care about their godfather's death, If anything, they only loved and fear for their lives. As for Asmodeus (the demon of lust), He Secretly cared, but didn’t show it, because he is a stoic demon.

Surprisingly, The only demoness who showed sadness is Vamonessyia herself; That alone shocked Raqoul, because there is no way that she shows emotions, not for her victims or lovers. But.. he was shocked, he rarely shows emotions. Either than anger and harshness.

Raqoul left his room to go to his favourite place in the castle, a room, a room where he hid the most valuable possession of him, it was a full portrait of his godfather Souma, the first demon, the father of all demons, even Lucifer himself. The latter killed Souma.

“O Godfather Where art thee now?” Raqoul started, As he gently touched the portrait.

It was the only thing he has of Souma, if he hadn’t saved the portrait from being destroyed by Lucifer's orders, he would have lost it forever,

Thankfully, he was smart enough to steal before they had the chance to destroy it.

“I missed thee” Raqoul conceded in a sincere tone, it was one of those rare times where he confessed something; but only to himself!

He quickly moved his hand away from the portrait and left to see what Lucifer had been up to.

Raqoul will have his revenge no matter what!

Hadi Aepel couldn’t contain his happiness when he went to his house gates, he is so happy that he can’t wait to see his family, his parents, his brother and sister, and his wife and daughter.

“Finally! I’m home” Hadi muttered softly and happily.

As soon as Hadi passed the gates, His brother Massoud saw him and greeted him

“Salam! Brother!” Massoud Greeted his brother

“Wa Ealaykum Alsalam Brother, Glad that I’m back!” Hadi greeted back and hugged his brother.

Moments later, their parents Alii Aepel and Salwa Aepel came to see what was happening. They are greeted by the sight of their son in front of them and he is hugging his younger brother.

His father said happily “Son! Thank god you returned to us safe and sound!” Then he hugged his older and firstborn son.

Salwa shed tears of happiness, as a stoic woman she can’t touch or hug her son in public, she has a great image to maintain. But it is enough with smiling and shedding tears of joy.

Then Farrah and Aliyaa Came “Darling!” Farrah Called and she hugged him.

“I missed you all,” Hadi told in a soft tone, he looked at all of his family, gathered and they were happy that he is back, except for one that is looking in the shadows, his sister, Novelyn. She hated her family and seeing them happy. And she will have her revenge on them. But she faked her happiness when Hadi saw her and greeted her, and she faked other things too.

“Salam brother!” She greeted with a fake smile.

Then all in the town knew of Hadi’s Homecoming and they have a reason to celebrate and share their neighbors, The Aepel family happiness.

After all, all Virginian people Were and always will be one hand.

Ashure... There is little what people know of him, other than; he is a mage, a terrible, evil mage.

Many people tried to find him and hunt him, but as always he always survived and scurry away from them, formerly he lived in a city called Al-tunor, and now he lives in Omenvalley, the paradise of mages and evildoers.

No matter how Ashure and his alikes felt safe, what goes around comes back around, Karma; Is gonna come to them.

“Screw it,” Ashure cursed loudly,” Life is always gonna screw me around,” He continues.

Some people either changed for the good or stay and get even worse, Ashure is the latter type, he didn’t change, Because he didn’t want to, Someday... He will feel the pain that he caused others.

The news of the undead army conquering other cities spread like wildfire in the superior halls and other cities of Virginia.

“Sire Aham!” Kilam Called,” Sire Aham! The City of No’arah is in grave danger!” He continues as he took a breath.

“Kilam! Speak!” Aham ordered, His tone shows concern.

“An undead army attacked the city of No’Arah!” Kilam whimpered that the violence and the destruction he saw is too much for his sensitive soul, although he is a strong superior, he is still a sensitive and caring person.

“That’s abhorred,” Aham uttered, But he quickly take action.

Aham wore his war garments and the others followed suit, Sire Russell, Sire Mervyn, Sire Noah, and Sire Malcolm, Norman. All dressed in their war garments to protect the cities from the undead army of revenants.

“Sire Aham... There is something I didn’t tell you..” Sire Kilam conceded, and he awaits Sire Aham's response.

“And what is that?” Sire Aham questioned.

“The undead army.. the reek of Barhout energy..” Kilam replied dryly.

“Oh no…” Aham gasped in utter horror.

Both Kilam and Aham Cringed at the mention of Barhout, They know from old tales, it is a place where the vilest of souls live there tormented eternally.

“Embrace for a battle!” Aham Ordered again.

All the superiors marched to Al No’arah, The superiors carry the holiest light and the purest of magic. Aham uses his strongest light magic to eliminate the undead army of revenants that wreak havoc upon the city of No’arah.

“Holy Light Orb!” Aham shouted as he used magic to create an orb of holy light that easily eliminated the undead army of revenants. He witnessed as their skeletons and skulls were shattered and scattered then burned down as they wail in pain and agony.

With a quick movement of his hand, he undid the damage that the undead army of revenants did. No’Arah now is destroyed and a land of destruction. He watched as his holy magic return the life of this dead land, now No’arah as it was before, the green flourishing, the homes are back and the air is clean.

Aham returned to earth and he prayed for mercy for the lost pure souls of Virginians who died protecting their land, and mercy for these vile souls that dared to wreak havoc upon peaceful lands and lives.

“O Remained One please grant mercy,” Aham prayed.

His answer was a light that cut through the darkened skies and made a way for the sun to shine.

In these times one can only pray for peace and mercy.

When a rose turns black chapter 11

(A rotten fruit from a virtuous tree)

A/N: This Chapter includes mention of bleeding, disfigurement, Child Sacrificing, and stuff, so beware! It’s been a while since I wrote gore and stuff, and won’t be my last <3 Btw; This photo is taken by me ;)

The Queen of Morbidia sat alone in her office, devastated by the loss of her kingdom’s economy and financial resources. One of her councilors suggested loaning from other countries, she found this idea great but she doesn’t want to drown her country in debt. One of the councilors suggested that she goes to a mage and tell her of a magical quest that will benefit her financially.

She found this idea an absolute waste of time, she doesn’t trust mages or sorcery, But that idea gives her motivation to kill Donovan and sell his magical artifacts, Or anything related to him.

One of her councilors reminded her of her pact with King Midas, the second richest man in Virginia, she rolled her eyes in pure annoyance and scoffed.

“Of course, I remembered my pact with that arrogant fool!” She scolded him.

“I know, your majesty, but-“ he muttered, but the Queen interrupted him

“Do not! Remind me of this again!” She warned.

“Yes, Yes your majesty,” he replied.

All the councilors are shocked because of the Queen’s attitude toward the first councilor of hers, they silently disdain the Queen, One of the councilors changed the subject to a different one.

“My Queen, words spread of a different entity that eats children!” The counselor started,

“Ugh, Great! Another monster!” She scoffed, It’s like Donovan alone isn’t enough for her, another monster in the picture is way worse, How can she cope? What if the two monsters teamed up together and decided to fight the queen and her kingdom? That is too much to bare.

“It’s like that abomination isn’t enough! He attacked us, he destroyed our economy and my kingdom is not in a good condition anymore!” She grumbled she hates everything and everyone now, she even hates King Midas more.

“Your Majesty… don’t be negative, you know that most monsters do not want rivals or competition in their place,” One of the councilors pointed out, there is some truth to his statement.

“I guess you’re right,” She consented, they are right she should be positive not negative about life.

“Your Majesty, I heard that new entity only hunts Near Khÿeroma’s villages only!” One of the councilors told.

“That’s such a relief! Our Kingdom cannot bare any more problems” She breathed.

There was a hastily knock on the door, the Queen commanded them to enter.

“Enter!” She commanded.

A maiden came, “your Majesty! It’s King Midas, he is here” the maiden said.

“Good, I will come immediately!” The Queen muttered, and the maid left to do her work.

The Queen excused herself and left, as well as the councilors.

Most of the councilors are tired of the Queen, they hoped that she will soon die and her daughter rule instead of her. But, they cannot afford to show their secret perspective about the Queen, they cannot afford to let their dark secrets slip into the light. They thought that this incident would teach her something but it didn’t, she never changed, she was still the same old Queen Elysia, and nothing changed about her.

They still remembered her father, King Xavier, the kindest and wise king of Morbidia, A King who is not going to be repeated in history. But they quoted the old saying “ there is a bad seed in a virtuous tree, or, A Rotten fruit from a virtuous tree” King Xavier was Kind and wise, but not his daughter, A shame to his legacy.

If anything, There are rotten fruits from virtuous trees.

Some say children grow up to be like their parents, Wise, Righteous, and Kind-hearted, But not all children grow up to be like their fathers. Not for Ashure Ro’bey. The infamous Mage of Omenvalley.

Ashure mind’s drifts into a deep dark place, where his sick fantasies appear, Money- that’s all he thinks of Wealth, anything that he did not have as a young man. Anything that his father had taken from him to earn by working.

It never crosses anyone's mind that Ashure is a rotten fruit from a virtuous tree. Just like the case with Queen Elysia. Both are rotten, and both are bad, but their parents were good people.

Borēm, one of Ashure's best friends and personal assistant, he gave him a dagger, that is only used for sacrificing. Borēm, A Powerful mage himself has doubts too. He knows what they are doing is unforgivable, But the love for wealth and fame had blinded their eyes and their hearts. It’s such an unfortunate thing when people value money over someone's life.

Ashure Took the dagger, he looks into it. He remembered using it too many times in sacrificial rituals only. He took such sick pride in doing it too many times, even though, he didn’t earn anything for it.

But this time he will, or as he thinks so, it is nighttime in some desert area, the place is dark and eerie, and it didn’t help to ease the cries of the children That Ashure Kidnapped a while ago. If anything, they weren’t calmed at all.

The place is dark, creepy, and scary, With a huge altar sacrificial for these children. A place these horrible mages chose to be the last resting place for these poor souls.

“Please... S-Sir.. let us go” the children begged

“Hehehehahaah” Ashure only laughed at them.

“Sir… please.. we beg of you... let-let us go!” the children begged again but their pleas weren’t enough to spare them from such a fate.

“No” Ashure simply replied to them, then he motioned for Bōrem to bring them, so they can start the ritual.

“Ahhhhh. No.. no.. please sir.. no” the children cried, If only can someone hear them.

But alas, it was only a mere second and they were silenced forever, Ashure used his magic to grab them and put them on the altar table. To begin the rituals.

Ashure precisely had cut the arteries of their stomachs, necks, and their hands, Ashure, and his friend can hear the children scream in pain and agony, but they didn’t care at all, the bloodstreams were in the place like a river. In quick seconds Ashure had drawn some runes symbols on their bodies while muttering a language only the mage can recognize it. The blood still runs under them, it didn’t stop until it turns black and thick, The sand quickly absorbed their blood. Leaving only faint spots.

Arlem, the leader of the guardians that guard the underground treasures, every time, he remembers these mages doing a ritual he laughs at them. Because they can’t do it right, they can’t find the right child to sacrifice, and that child must be a “Zoris”, or otherwise, it won’t work at all.

“Ah! Ashure, reminds me again how many times you did this ritual?” He mocked them.

“Laugh all you want! But the treasure will be mine!” Ashure shot back.

“Ha! Keep dreaming!” He mocked again.

“So… you are saying the sacrifice didn’t work?” Bōrem chimed in.

“What do you think?” Arlem cruelly cackled at them

The two mages stand there in utter silence, They just sacrificed two lives for nothing at all, and the disappointment that washed over Ashure is showing. But he deserves it for doing such terrible things, if anything, this is too little compared to what he did, and what he deserves.

“Next time, please understand the context well, so that you won’t waste my time again” Arlem advised, then he left them.

“Ah damn it!” Ashure Cursed, Anger, and disappointment are showing in his voice.

“Calm down,” Bōrem told him

“I’m Calm!” Ashure declares angrily.

“Welp, If you remember; We have bigger problems at hand,” Bōrem started

“Oh yes,” Ashure muttered.

“Raqoul. We must get rid of him,” Bōrem added.

“Indeed,” Ashure replied.

“Let’s go to find a solution to this problem,” Ashure suggested, then both of them left.

Today is the day that Hadi Aepel return to his family, he missed them so much, it has been two weeks since he left. But he can’t wait to return home to his family.

Hadi finished packing all his possessions in the bag, He is now ready to leave with his friends for Al-Jahra, His hometown. He is coming home. Coming to the place that shaped him, the place he grew in with his parents. The place where the spark and love are.

It will take three hours from here but he doesn’t care, he will walk all these three hours, To return home.

“Hey! Guys! Are you ready?” A man called.

“Yes, I am ready,” Hadi replied, looking at his shoulder, He saw his friend packing their bags.

“Give us a minute!” Nadeem answered the man

“Okay,” The man said

Hadi Inhaled a large amount of fresh air and then exhaled, after he freshened up, he started to walk with his friends.

All the men are now ready to leave the camp, they left in groups on the journey to reach their hometown. Al-Jahra City.

He missed his home and his family so much, he can’t wait to see them, As they do too.

When someone thinks of a monster, they will think of an ugly scary-looking beast with huge teeth, But that’s not the case for Donkey Lady.

The Donkey Lady is a beautiful young woman with long black hair, fair skin, and light brown eyes. She resembles most of the girls in Virginia. But that’s not the case, she is a monster, a child eater, a servant of the devil donkey patron.

The Donkey Lady, unlike all monsters who love to hunt at the night, she hunts in the afternoon. Normally due to the hot temperatures in the afternoon. She picks her victims very carefully.

And, one of her victims today is two persons, A woman, and her freshly-born baby girl.

Donkey Lady had been investigating the situation of her would-be victims, she saw a young woman carrying her baby girl, the woman’s husband always leave for his work. Leaving them vulnerable to monsters or killers.

Donkey Lady changed her form into a young alive woman, she was in her undead form. But now, she isn’t. She Gracefully walks to the house where she intends to kill the owner in it.

She gently knocks on the door, and moments later a woman opened the door.

“Hi! Can I help you?” A woman beamed.

“Yes.. yes... Actually! I’m new to this city.. and..” Donkey Lady answered.

“And?” The woman repeated.

“Well... I just want to know where the market is!” Donkey Lady lied.

“Oh.. sure! Do you see those huge palm leaves? The market is on the left of them,” The woman replied, as she gave her the directions.

“Thank you!” Donkey Lady uttered then she walk away.

The woman noticed something strange about this woman, something that made her blood runs cold, she noticed that the woman has donkey-like legs, so she hurriedly closes the door and prays that she won’t come again.

But that didn’t happen.. because the same woman with donkey-like legs came again. The next day. She came again asking the same question. “Where is the market?”

The woman answered the same as the last time, “it is near those huge palm trees”,

The donkey lady leaves again, and that woman and her baby are scared to death. But the woman decided that she won’t be silent anymore, she told her neighbors of this incident, She gathered people, neighbors, family, and such, to tell them what she encountered.

“You have to believe! It is real! I’m not imagining or anything!” She pleaded.

But their response was only a deafening silence. They only gave her looks of pettiness and she is insane glares.

The woman knew that she and her child are in danger, but no one believed her or even wanted to fake believing her. She felt letdown, Everyone failed her. It is really cruel and painful when you see something and no one believes you, not even one person believed her.

they didn’t believe her, even her husband didn’t believe her. That made her devastated and sad, no one believes her, and that means no one can protect her now.

On the third day, the Donkey Lady decided that she had had enough of those mind games, she will feast today, she will eat that baby and she will enjoy such a lovely, tender meal.

She used her donkey-like ears to hear the sounds, what her ears caught is the sound of a baby crying, she knows it is the child of that woman, whom she asked where the market is.

“Ooh.. what a lovely tot!” She mused as she spins around gracefully.

“I will enjoy today~” she creepily whispered.

The donkey Lady left again to that woman, her new victim, She gently knocked on the door.

She knew that the woman is inside, but she didn’t open it for her, because she is deathly scared, Scared of her.

The Donkey Lady knocks on the door again, but there is no answer, she knocked thrice, and the last time she knocked on the door.

The donkey lady had enough now. She used her magic to open the door, it opens gently and soundlessly.

The woman was hiding under the bed, she tried to get her baby to stop crying, but she couldn’t, she is crying and crying, the mother's heart is breaking from sadness and pain, she can’t take this anymore, her heart is swelling with sorrow. She prays that someone helps her, but no one answered her prayers.

“I know you are here!” She softly says, walking near the bed, She lowers her head to see them.

“Noo nooo. Please.. please.. no.. let us go-“ the woman wailed, as she hold the tot between her arms, Her tears flood non-stop, Begging for mercy and mercy only.

“Shh... I will give you a painless swift death~” The donkey lady whispered, With a quick move of her hand, she plunged it into her chest ripping her heart out and squeezing it until it breaks and turns into dust.

The mother's corpse fell lifelessly near her baby, the baby kept crying, not knowing that her mother had just died.

“Shhh~ Beautiful thing~” Donkey Lady whispers,

Donkey Lady had scraped the woman’s face, her cheeks were bruised and bleeding, she licked the blood, enjoying it’s taste.

The baby kept crying, giving the donkey lady a thrilling, sick sensation she enjoyed to the core, she bears her fangs to the baby girl who is crying, she gently hold her as she took a bite of her cheeks, leaving a bloody gaping hole on her cheek, she munches it, she smiles as she enjoys the tender flesh of the baby, in all likelihood, if a killer had seen her, he would hate the moment he killed. She looks beastly, otherworldly, And sure, she is an abomination.

She took another bite from the cheek of the other cheeks, and the child wept in pain, but the donkey lady decided to silence the child, she sucked the child’s life essence hastily, and as the child crying died down, she finally sighs and kept feasting on the poor baby.

If only the walls can talk.. rather than just be a silent, dirty witness splattered with blood, a silent witness of this bloody hunting...

Raqoul hates everything and everyone now, Lucifer had just survived one of his ambushes, which made him boil with anger and hatred, Soon, Lucifer will fall on Raqoul’s ambushes, and he won’t survive them.

He couldn’t get why some humans love lucifer, he just can’t fathom why they love him, Lucifer betrayed Souma, the first godfather of all demons, and Lucifer killed him by poisoning his heart and taking his place. Raqoul.. will one day resurrect Souma and they together will rule the realms. He kept thinking and thinking until someone came to annoy the crap out of him. It is his half-sister. Vamonessyia.

Vamonessyia came to Raqoul, she is wearing a red seductive, short lace dress. She is beautiful, but Raqoul isn’t interested in the slightest in her, She is as he calls her “abomination” a half-Lucifer blood half-Souma blood, she is a succubus, an evil spirit, who feeds on men's life essence.

While Raqoul is a demon of desolation, he feeds on people's misfortunes, tension, fears, and Chaos. He feeds on a lot of things, especially people’s Chaos, His birthright, something linked to his name, and that is Chaos.

“Brother-“ She started, but Raqoul interrupted her harshly.

“What! You abomination!” Raqoul harshly interrupted her.

“Brother~” she whispered to him.

“I’m not your brother,” He dryly reminded.

“Eww, you are so cruel” she replied, as she faked hurt in her tone, she loves mind games, but sadly, they don’t work on Raqoul, not even one bit.

“Go away,” He dismissed her, Then he looked at his huge mirror to spy on his enemies.

Vamonessyia only gives the reaction “meh” and then she left to find new victims, she can feed on their life essence, and She will soon find them.

Raqoul didn’t care about her being happy or annoyed, he just doesn’t want her near him ever again, he soon forgot that she ever existed and kept dreaming about what if Lucifer died. What will happen? Will he be the new ruler? Or he will resurrect Souma to take his place again on the throne. A lot of questions raced to his mind. But he kept dreaming, about the day of his victory over Lucifer. The pretender, the betrayer, and the vilest creature ever.