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First Blood & The Bound Lamia
Author: Runna Horaysa
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Edi pushed the balcony door open. The damaged hinges groaned, drawing the attention of the two Lycanthropes inside the room.

He stepped inside. In that second, his Demon Light form exploded into a more aggressive Desmond. His eyes glowed red, his Demonic aura filling the room, emanating a dominance that was sickening to low-tier demons like them.

The two Lycanthropes turned. Their hideous faces instantly shifted from sneers to primal terror.

“An Incubus?” one of them snarled, fangs dripping saliva. “Damn it, is this his den?”

“This isn’t your den, rodent,” Edi said, his Demon-modulated voice now deeper and vibrating. He walked toward the bed. His eyes weren't focused on the Rat-Demons, but only on Mia, the Lamia bound to the frame.

Mia, who had previously looked weak and dying, now stared at him with wide, golden Lamia eyes, confused and frightened by the demonic creature who had just entered her room.

“Move aside, Desmond. We already claimed this Lamia,” the larger Lycanthrope challe
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