Strife, Fury, War...Death...4 individuals that were once feared by most who dipped their toes into the supernatural...be it God, or be it Satan. That's how dangerous these 4 were. But their time has passed. Despite being strong, they were not immort...
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Also, I'm 17 now. HOOOORRAA-No one cares. Let's get on with the chapter.
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Leon's POV
The confusion cause by the sudden of my brothers was unmistakably huge. And that goes even further for the young devils.
Leon:"Took you long enough."
Bruce:"Well if knew you'd be here, I would have been faster, so I don't miss the action...tho it seems nothing happened so far."
Ask Asmodeus. He'll tell you how it is.
Sirzechs:"And to what do we own the visit of the other 3?"
Jason:"I'm not taking part in it. My job here was done the moment Leon showed up."
Bruce:"Yeah. Your concern should be me."
Sona:"Bru-"
Desmond:"Don't bother, Sona. You won't convince him of anything."
As Bruce closed the distance between him and the the seats, Sairaorg made a move on him. He wasn't just boasting. That punch packed serious power. Unfortunately for him...
Jason:"Is there something in your mind?"
Without batting an eye, he stopped Sairaorg dead in his tracks.
