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"What do you want to know?" He asked then he continued walking.

"Why do you have an army?" Brylee was the first one to ask.

"One, to protect the mountain. Two, to find the descendants. Three, to protect them." He gave them a direct answer.

"If the descendants have gifts, why the need to protect them?" This time it was Briony who asked. 

"Even though they have gifts, not everyone could protect themselves like you. Not all have physical strengths and speed. You'll find out what I mean when you started to meet them. For now, you cannot meet everyone since they are in the city." He replied with his thick accent.

"You said you protect them, from who?" Brina asked in a way that one could tell that the gears in her head are working.

"Humans," He casually said as he continued to walk on a never-ending land of snow. The sun is shining but it did nothing to warm them.

"Humans?" Bianca looks astounded. 

"Supernatural may seemed to be powerful and greedy at the beginning but as years gone by and humans had taken over the world they become more powerful and greedy. They wouldn't be on top of the food chain if they were not."  He speaks as if he has a deep hatred towards humans.

"Aren't you human?" Brylee asked making Gavril laugh.

"You do not understand it, do you?" He said with a mocking tone.

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Lorcan Villan trained his five nieces to become bounty hunters just like him without the knowledge of their overprotective, distrustful father, his brother. They were strong, smart, assertive, ruthless, bloodthirsty, and curious. Those were the traits of his nieces and he believed that they just wanted to become bounty hunters to quench their thirst for adventure. But little did he know that his nieces possess special gifts that they wanted to put into use by bounty hunting. 

And as they hunt for fugitives, they unexpectedly encountered people that could tell them where and to whom they got their gifts.

They will soon realize that there is a better way to utilize their gifts and that is to protect themselves from those who are hunting them.

Astraea

"Bianca," Bianca heard a faint, soft voice calling her. There is something warm about the voice that felt like a warm blanket over her heart. It was comforting.

Bianca wanted to know to who the voice belonged but her eyes were too heavy to open. She wanted to respond but it was as if her lips were glued to each other, it wouldn't open. She wanted to do something, maybe stand up or sit, but she cannot move her body as if something heavy is pressing her on whatever soft she is lying on.

Bianca forced something or anything to come out of her throat but she only ended up groaning. "Bianca, sweetheart," Then she felt something warm and soft that she assumed to be a hand caressing her cheeks. "Come on, Bianca wake up,"

The soft voice and the warmth coming from the person who was urging her to wake up seems to lure her into a state of consciousness but as much as she wanted to indulge herself, she couldn't.

The Death of an Immortal