Thunder rose around us. Emerging from all sides were vile, disgusting creatures, souls and spirits. Panic rushed me. I cringed looking upon the castle courtyard after costing Duke the fight. My weakness forced him to use his power to create a shield, draining him of his reserves. I opened my mouth, about to scream for John.
"A great victory for the great Duke!" Shouted a voice as the herd erupted wild and raucous cheers. Duke stepped to an altar in the middle of the castle courtyard.
"My Legion, this is indeed a great victory!" Confusion engulfed me as the crowd cheered wildly.
"The Guardian Angel is weak, pathetic!" Duke yelled. I felt offended, wanting to remind him that Monika sent him packing, not the other way around. She was far from weak.
"There's a c***k in her armor, a
