Sublime

Tout esprit créateur est donc inévitablement amené à entrer en lutte avec son démon, et c’est toujours un combat passionné, héroïque, le plus magnifique de tous les combats.

Kingfisher of the Ajun Gate was on his knees in the dirt. He was broken and bleeding, but his promise of retribution was still terrifying enough to make a queen tremble.

Upon seeing the manifestation of his own spirit, Ziel’s heart broke. This was the man he’d been. Dross made

Orthos shouted involuntarily. He would have staggered back several steps if he could have moved at all. A mountain had collapsed onto his shell, and he was held in place by an invisible fist. That wasn’t Lindon, that couldn’t be Lindon. That was a Dreadgod. The Empty Ghost. And it was coming for him. White circles on black orbs stared into Orthos,

Derek began to feed the demon whenever his sexual compulsions arose,

Thus did the Commendatore—or the Idea that had taken his form—meet his end. Tomohiko Amada had sunk back into his deep sleep. Standing next to the Commendatore’s body, Masahiko’s bloody knife in my right hand, I was the only conscious person left in the room. My labored breathing should have been the only sound. Should have been. But something was

kneecap exploded in a mass of shattered bone and the man finally