The Angel Of Death

Cold Men

The fragrance of rose and sandalwood blossoms among the oak trees. Far above its leaves soaked with dew, a seagull-like beast flew through the mist, soaring high as if it wanted to dip its dawn on the white sand and coral stone.

Blue tidal waves that sparkle as if forming the shadow of the famous dolphin fin so familiar and always be a friend of humans, slamming hard on the surface of the marble-colored beach.

All of those sights were not far from the kingdom of EcalypsoDream. The kingdom which has now become the only kingdom in the land of angels and other special beings lives very prosperous and prosperous. There is no more threat, nor fear, if at any time there will come an attack that makes the contents of the country crumble.

Decades passed, after painful events and a long history for the country, a lot happened, and each day, everyone would say his name.

"They said the man was more handsome than you" said the princess, telling a man who was lying near the door of the open bath.

His laughing voice that mocked the girl's words echoed in the room. Intrigued by the princess's joke. Maybe someone can beat him.

The speaker was more concerned with more intimate discussions, which they should not talk about openly. "She said, his is huge. Even when it has not stiffened, every woman will shudder in horror. Some say it's a curse because he's been subverting himself to solitude after his lover died" said the woman. The ladies who heard could only smile, not daring to show the amused and red hue on their faces.

"Ah, at least only as big as a small eggplant, a child's toy when you want to play wars," he pulled the tip of his lips, do not accept to be humbled like that.

"You're just jealous. Look, the women who've peeked at him in the shower, his manhood is huge, long and it can tear a woman's consciousness apart and separate a woman's sanity from her body, after which it will draw her soul."

The princess threw her face to the side. Feeling proud of his ability that managed to make the man in front of him at once who adored him look angry. The ego of men is not to be fought and compared!

The man turned the eyeball, this is really very disturbing. It seems that the talk of the princess can already stab his ego. Instantly his arrogant face implied a sense of humiliation. He sat down, then crossed his legs, turning his gaze from the princess towards the open sea.

"Here you go, Hera, don't tease the commander of Rex, he looks restless" said Prince Mark, son of Troy, king of the OcalypsoDream, after Auriga died shortly after the big event.

However, not the true sorrow felt by the nation was not the death of Auriga, but the departure of the brave men who fought in the crucial and unpredictable moments of the country's elders. He chose to sacrifice himself, in order to remember that the struggle of the woman Auriga had fought back then was not in vain.

Well, no one in that country does not know the Deathlyn Eagle, Son of Sun, who crashing the sea of fire for the sake of OcalypsoDream get freedom from the enemy. Lyn became an icon, a legend, and a hero.

The eyes of the princess dimmed when she heard her brother's reprimand. For a moment he decided to continue his revenge. "But that was the truth," he sambar as if he had indeed seen the man he was talking about.

The mighty man on the topic of their discussion had never met him before, but he seemed confident in explaining it.

"So tell me who's the guy you were talking about?" urged Mark, glancing towards his sister.mar could see that Rex was also waiting for an answer from the younger brother.

Of course Hera would proudly tell about the man so coveted, not only in their kingdom but in the neighboring kingdom and all the women of this land. "Many people call him Lion"

***

Lyn Lion, son and heir of the 105th Goldmark family, walking down the floor the drops of water falling from his wet hair continued to flow up to his chest and the unconscious then gathered to form a small river flowing between his abdominal muscles.

The rays of moonlight that stole in from the slightly open window made his copper-colored skin sparkle as if he was a sculpture carved from a smoldering blacksmith beating the beauty of the carvings and sculptures of the the famous Greek god.

The bathtub behind him had already turned cold and was no longer attractive to him. Similarly, the woman lying on her bed still survives there even though she knows that the man does not like her at all.

The woman only lasted for a few minutes in there, so that the servants in the house could string up stories and tell everyone that she had shared a bed with a Lyn Lion.

"You're so handsome to me, lucky I can spend the night with you even if you don't intend to touch me but it doesn't matter as long as I can swap stories to people that I'm the woman you're currently around," his inner self with a triumphant smile stared from the calf to the sturdy back of the man who was getting away from him even longer.

However, swear by whatever man adores his heart like opium, which offers a delicious, but deadly poison. Once you take a sip of Lyn's body, you can never escape the man again.

Emerald recalls all the things he was willing to do just to get attention from Lyn, and was able to sleep with her.

Let's just hope the gods forgive him, he's even willing to fight anyone for that chance. In his mind only one wanted to feel what many women had said and described about the man's might in bed.

Actually there is a good girl Emerald, she hates herself because she has turned into a shameless woman just because it only gets the attention of Line. once again she confirmed in her heart that the man should be hers.

The movement that took place inside the room broke the Emeral reverie and kept an eye on the man's movement so easily across the room to the open window between the granite stone columns that were curved by several meters above his head.

"I'd love to repeat what we did last night" he sighed hoping Lyn would hear.