Rowan Gunsoul was no longer holding back. Arome could tell when the first two bullets smashed into his knee caps. Even with the protection his new suit provided, it was still enough to bring him crashing down to his knees. But the Mad Lion would not be grounded, not when such a prize was in front of him. He jumped to the side, running on all fours like a real life Lion, his erratic movements making it a little difficult for Rowan Gunsoul to aim properly. Even more so was the fact that Arome could move fast enough to confuse the immortal gunslinger.A bullet pinged off the side of his helmet as Arome leaped, his movements like a lion pouncing on its prey. Rowan Gunsoul fired off a barrage of shots, they left trails of fire and shadow in the air as they smashed into Arome’s chest, blasting him backwards until his back impacted the wall. However, before he could hit the wall, the mane behind his head spread out, stretching out to fill the space as it cushioned the impact, letting Arome p

Tarak barely took fives steps before a bullet took him at the back of his knee. He crashed to the ground, undergoing his demonic transformation as he got up and started running down the stairs. Arome scowled, without a doubt this bloody coward of a demon was beginning to make Arome extremely irritated. He was the one that had sent Rowan and his former team after Azrael in the first place. Letting him get away would be a mistake, he seemed like the kind of person that was a pest and would keep disturbing you no matter what.But the bullet did nothing more than slow him down for a few seconds. But there was no way to chase after him as the rest of the cultists decided this was the best time to attack. Rowan and Arome exchanged a simple glance, that was all the acknowledgment both men needed as they dove right into the fray. Rowan was like a bolt of lightning, his guns going off, before Arome could even realize that he had started attacking. Three bodies dropped, as another cultist with

Arome stepped into past the door, almost having to hold himself back from gagging at the intense stench of Sulphur in the air. He exchanged a quick glance with Rowan, a worried yet familiar look passing between them. Demons, were present on this floor, and regardless of how strong both men were, when demons are put into an equation, things tend to get a little dicey.Arome noticed almost immediately that the door they just walked through, was a back entrance. Obviously you’d need an elevator to access this floor, so they came up into a hallway. Lush red carpet stretched out across it, with paintings and pictures handing on both sides of the wall. There were furniture and décors in ruins, vases that looked like they cost a fortune were shattered to pieces and parts of the carpet was gouged and ripped, or burnt black in other areas.Arome switched the ammo clip on his rifle, Rowan had availed himself to another rifle that he had looted from one of the dead Cultists. Arome held out an ex

The moment that word came out of Alonso’s mouth, Ceberus turned all three heads in Arome’s direction and belched out a massive cone of flames. There was no time to even react as the flames swallowed him up. The suit he was wearing was blacked and burnt to ashes almost immediately with only certain parts surviving. Half his body was burnt off too, with only his head remaining intact due to his lion helm. The sight shocked everyone present, the teenagers had to turn away as even Rowan Gunsoul took a couple of steps back in abject horror. This much damage? He wasn’t sure anyone would be able to come back from that, especially since what this Hellhound just used was not normal fire, but hellfire. There would be no healing from that, his new friend was dead for good.“Well that was extremely disappointing. I was expecting a little bit more…well then Rowan. What would it be?” Alonso turned to look at Rowan, a sneer on his lips. The Immortal Gunslinger pulled out both revolvers, the look of

Arome tried to get up, but the world seemed to be turning over on itself as he crashed down to the ground, barely able to gather his equilibrium. He felt arms wrap around his chest, for a second he almost lashed out, until he realized it was the teenage boy… Marisa’s son. He had no idea who the boy was, and his helmet seemed to have been knocked offline. Whatever that explosion of energy was, it was extremely dangerous and powerful. Arome let the boy drag him backwards, as the world slowly came back into focus.“Are you okay? Talk to me mister?”Arome could hear, but that did not mean he was conscious enough to speak now. He struggled to his feet one more time. This time his body seemed willing to listen to his commands. With a little bit of help from the boy, Arome was back up on his feet. His sister was there too, and the entire residence looked like a bomb had gone off. He moved his eyes quickly, noticing Rowan and the Twins...twin? Getting up, but Alonso was nowhere to be found. W