Previous chapter:
Chapter 391: Wolf Heart.
Next chapter:
Chapter 393: Blood Demon I
PREVIEW
... and shattered furniture made for a desolate scene... but, oddly enough, it was comfortable in its own way. A half-burned sofa, an intact teapot on a pile of charred books, and the constant smell of sulfur in the air created a strange sense of home.
Vergil sat cross-legged on the open sill of a broken window, staring at the gloomy horizon of the underworld. The hellish city outside was slowly rebuilding itself, like a body that still felt pain but tried to ignore it. He held a cup with a ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE