Calista
“It's the wine! It's the wine!” one of them screamed, emptying his cup.
Most of them were already on the ground, choking. What was more haunting was the fact that they didn't die! They were all on the ground, gushing out blood but not dying. It seemed like their bodies were healing but the poison kept eating at them.
Tears poured down my face instantly, and my body shook. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. Hundreds of people had collapsed before my eyes.
Someone bolted toward the exit, as screams filled the air. A sharp whistle—A stone flew past me, fired from Azazel’s direction, and pierced the man’s skull. He crumpled. Blood soaked the floor beneath him.
“Leaving so soon? The party is just getting started,” he said in the most haunting voice I've ever heard.
The chi
