134 Forlorn Memories (Part 1)

Even without looking back, Weeping Soul knew precisely who he was dealing with. But when a golden corona formed above the woman's head, with 30, finger-sized lightning bolts swirling within, the Reverend rushed toward the broken ceiling and spun to face that formidable woman. Flowing black hair cascaded over her shoulder, enhancing her luscious curves while striking red eyeshadow gave her alluring eyes a demonic pull. Those eyes ignored Weeping Soul, still fixed on Harun.