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Blaise even did not know exactly what she wanted from Mario when she brought him the head of Setius. So that he coped with the remaining six enemies for her? Or so that he proved with his death in the crypt, that the angels are invincible for an ordinary person? Unfortunately, he proved the second. The hope on the fact that the strongest head of the mafia cope with the witch phenomenon turned out to be in vain.

Here Damian could help. To call him an ordinary person did not turn the tongue. His madness made him equal with the demon. Probably, people really say that crazy with their inspired mind already in life belong to the devil. Their body continues to live, and the reason is in hell. Damian was able to make the most incredible things. The devil was exactly settled in his brain.

Be Damian nearby, and fight against seven marble enemies it would be much easier. The trouble was that Damian was not near. Nothing. Blaise used to cope with the difficulties alone. It was Damian who taught her to this. He invested in her fragile body practically witchcraft. It seemed that the bones were iron. Blaise squeezed and crushed the fist. The spikes of iron roses (so it called bracelets) they shoved on the wrists with formidable weapons. Will not lucky who wants to intercept her hand. Spikes on bracelets are designed to tease meat to bone.