THE DEMON KING JOINS (2)

For the first time, Varziel let out a grin. Although his lips were pulled up into a smirk, it was more chilling than the frost in the air. It was nothing like the smile that he offered his wife when they were together. It was the smile of a man who loved to spill blood.

His weapon pulsed again, reshaping itself into a long glaive. He spun it once, the tip drawing a lazy circle in the air. With a boom, he launched himself forward, as each breath came sharp and fast, adrenaline burning through his veins. 

He could not afford to waste another moment, not when he wife was out there, fighting. 

Arella was strong, he knew that much. However, he had always somehow lost things that he loved, things that he cared for. He refused for Arella to face the same fate. Not when he had just gotten her in his grasp.