(THE DEVIL’S S CHOICE)
ARIANNE’S POV
THE is loud from the hard banging of Alphonse's subordinates, along with their screams of mixed worry, alarm, and desperation to aid their Alpha. Yet, no one would answer, as their beloved Alpha is currently suspended in the air with the tentacle-like shadow wrapping around his neck and struggling to break free. A huge shadowy tentacle is blocking the door, trapping everyone inside as I am all wide and frozen in place from what is currently transpiring in front of me.
“Arthur,” I whisper and unknowingly, for a bit and two snaps me back to reality.
I immediately looked at the being that came in a loud and swift way. Saving the damsel in distress, with his chivalric presence and style, no, a devilish way with the cruelty and greed for death that is
