[Bonus chapter]Welcome to the coven

Berserk, or what Conan called it when Abel was entering a state of being conscious but at the same time, not. It was a state where Abel's cursed blood take charge, killing anyone on sight. Conan didn't know how Abel broke the chains that bound him to the coven, but even when he knew Abel wanted to put a stop to this coven once and for all, he had to stop Abel. 

Letting Abel do what he pleased was even worse than the coven.

"Your Majesty!" Conan shouted through his gritted teeth. His eyes were bloodshot, watching Abel cock his head back. Abel was licking the blood on his fingers, eyes falling on Conan from the distance. The side of his lips stretched wickedly.

"Conan…" Conan's breath hitched, a bit taken aback by how Abel recognized him. When he blinked, his heart stopped for a second. His eyes shook, gazing up at the devil standing before him.

Abel.