He stood pale, his sword falling from his hand and it stuck to the ground while his feet wobbled like a jelly.
He fell on his knees and he could feel his life force fading away, he traces his hand to his chest and he smiled sadly as he felt the hole in his chest with blood sputtering out from it.
He felt his foe move towards him and the strong hand of his held him strongly on his shoulder and he also fell on his knees but this time, staring at him with a look of disdain.
"The Dark world belongs to me now... Your rule is over..." He said.
"You betrayed me Klaus... I trusted you..."
"No Scott... I didn't, your Supreme rule is over and it's now time for a new dawn" Klaus replied.
"I promise you Klaus... When I'm Reborn, I will make you wish you had died, I will let you watch your descendants and anything that relate to you die..." Scott stated, his words barely audible but the frown on Klaus' face showed that he heard it clearly.
"C'mon brother... No creature can be Reborn... Goodbye" Klaus said and ripped off Scott's head from his body.
Now, the Dark world is in his grip, no one can stop him again, it is the beginning of a new dawn....
He turned into a giant bat and flew off, leaving the body to decay.
But little did he know that it was the beginning of the End..

THE LEGEND OF THE DEMON WOLF

Everyone stilled, Neville was easily ripped apart with little or no stress.


Eramus broke got up on his knees and slowly walked to the headless body of Neville. As he took steps, the dark clouds gathered and the sky rumbled.


His knees went weak and he clutched his body tightly closer to his chest and screamed into the sky 'NEVILLE!!'


Berserker and the conjurer sensed something and immediately jumped back some distance. What followed next was thunder striking and the fields began to burn.. The day was turning to night,


The conjurer snapped her fingers and the Children of hell slumped on the ground. Everyone, except Eramus who still held until Neville's body.


His body trembled with anger and fear and despair.


Berserker growled as he sensed strange powers welling within the grieving demon and he despised it. He hated weak creatures, creatures who always have a weakness.


Chapter 59 The king of Chaos