Gabriel
Snarling, the two clashed in an impossible flurry of swords. Lightning struck in rapid succession nearby. The wolves and hounds clashed while the ground below their feet rocked and groaned. I watched on in absolute awed horror, my heart in my throat as the small war played out on my front lawn.
Both Dante and Constance moved with a deadly grace, their swords clashing even as they parried and dodged each other’s spells. I had honestly never seen anything so gorgeously terrifying and lethal before and it was spellbinding. I had, however, heard of one immortal family who had such beautifully ruthless and fierce powers and skills to fight demons at their own games and win. Could she possibly be an Erickson?
When Dante landed a rather brutal
