Love Of Ages

le things, but also people and their beliefs. For a small amount by the standards of a demon, a person is ready

up his hands theatrically and talked a

nd the women of the Earth cannot be called differently. They paid attention to appearance, creating themselves, even more than demonesses. As soon as the girl believed that her childhood was over, she immediately forgot about dolls and cute amusements and imitated modern idols with pleasure. And the girl's life turned into an eternal race a

nately ending up next to Andras's property. The town, which was inconvenient for him, had existed for a hundred years, once cattle were bred here and fields w

elight, attempts to interfere with the work of the base and make a profit came to naught. He resigned himself t

nd live in peace. However, he did not do this in the past and will not do this in the future - it is not in his rules to retreat. And looki

o take action. The demon slightly imbued with respect

ling aimlessly over his head; the workers, who are senselessly trampling about, throwing up their hands; firefighters ... yes, everything and everything! But he drove to a f

ill please the enemy. If there were no people here, Andras would have coped with

glance over his sho

gainst a gray background. She lifted her chin high and looked him straight in the eyes. It's strange that he didn't notice her before. He

auty. The barrel under its own weight fell off the loader, two workers

easant squeak in my ears. The red glow either hid or revealed two blackened bodies. - Damn it! He moved towards the elements. The demon didn't believe in chance. Furious bad weather, a broken barrel, a raven that calmly watched sitting on a nearby pole, a blonde ... Andras turned around, watc

urprise. Petite: the golden crown

ady captivated and unquestioningly carr

of fate. Spontaneou

with merriment, tears of laug

ofit, ready to destroy all life for the sake of mon

ll be hiding. He grimaced at the picture of saggy skin, a toothless mouth, a faded old look, and sparse white hair. "It's not scary, " he made a strong-willed

the second. Have you considered everything? She raised h

"I won't repeat it for the third time!" He conf

at him without

e," she shook out he

ect of his true appearance, and did

e wings - the

allowed nervously, twitching her lips in

walked around its victim, e

e appetizing buttocks. Why spoil the impression ? I'l

ess. "The witch definitely needs to be kept around. For security reasons, of course." Andras did not like

in his house, each of the broth

as indignant, anger seething in his ch

will live only with me. In my roo

f the demon, very similar to crows in plumage a

yes fixed on the pair. "There are legions behind the demon... Commander? Marquis or Prince?! Yes, what a difference! My hostess got in. Oh, got in! The raven took to the sky. "Y

of the base, fearing a fire. Convinced that the demon was occupied

ale," he jerked harder. - I'm an old fool. He grabbed the metal ring with his fingers and pulled hard. Pascal hurriedly opened all the barrels, tilted the one that was closest to the edge of the trailer

u when you need it - that's welcome, but to conjure yourself is death! But here the choice is small: either his death, or the captivity of his witch. The Supreme may not even know about

ing. The raven descended lower, clearly pronouncing the words, - a new spark flew off from the black wings and went out. And the demon remove

and beat the smoldering feathers on his legs with his wing. The fire spread along the bottom of the trailer, but did not touch the

, almost opening his fingers and not letting

tly. "Faithful," he said through a

mes and continued to knock over the c

her. And Melissa's heart was filled with tears. The fa

e at all about the fate of the witch's assistant. - Wherever I take you, he still has no way. So it's for the best. - Andras had no doubt that the death of the witch's helper

smug speeches. The truck s

," the witch dubb

ip, doubting his desire. The demon really wanted to taste the enticing lips, but the image of an ugly old woman created by his imagination restrained him, and the witch,

ng candy from a child!" The d

this century," Andras

way from her face, went down her neck with them and, putting them on her chest, smi

hest, hurling the demon

e asphalt and covered with a fiery "blanket" spill

with the dozens of centuries he has lived ?! Zilch. But they were enough: the witch rose into the air like a golden w

aned as he rose from

catch the recalcitrant sorceress tomorrow. And then ask her for everything that she experienced: