Novel & Cerita A Demon Fate

“Your bond with Grant goes beyond the fates you both are meant to be. You were never supposed to be matched to Aaron, yet for centuries Elijah and his demonic sect had an enormous leverage on the Fates, so he twisted the threads of destiny and had the three Deities of Fate spinning an artificial bond to replace your bond with Grant.” “Why? I don’t understand why these demons have any interest in Grant and me. It was as unclear as what the moon goddess-girl told me. What do I have to do with the Goddess’ fate?” I am just a simple she-wolf and none of that made any sense, neither now nor then.

“We were already going to disclose this information, but it seems even more important now given the connections that were just made. Klayrn’s pack relocated here to Shadow Falls and will be rebuilding their pack down here. He is a friend of me and Noriel. I got very close with his pack years before I went missing. See, they are Nabello demons, which are hybrids. They’re hunted down because they’re peaceful for the most part unless they’re defending themselves, their pack, or their allies. None of us felt that it was right that they had to hide away, so they won’t have to any longer. With that being said, they’ve expressed their desire to help with the coven.” Demons. I hate to admit that I h

“W…what? You can’t expel me ma’am. I…it was not my fault. I was stalked and almost violated. Those are illegal photos taken of me without permission…” “Here you go again with your excuses instead of owning up to your mistakes. When are you going to get rid of your victim mentality?” She sneered. I internally scoffed. She never called me over to listen to my side of the story. She could not even ask why I looked like a mess. As expected, my life meant nothing to anyone. I felt worthless and hopeless. Being an omega was truly the worst fate the moon goddess could ever give to me.

Lyon, knowing how the story goes in normal books, seems to blissfully listen as the professor explains the knowledge he has. According to the books taught in school, there was once a human who threw his humanity away to make a deal with the devil. The deal was that the human would be capable of using magic but in exchange he was tasked to collect 5000 pure souls, the human obliged with the devils request. He was then later known to be the Demon Lord Abaddon, who laid waste on those who stood against him. The story in the normal academic textbooks about the History of Magic was contradicting every paragraph as to why professors tend to bend the story a little to their amusement.

the demon ended arrogantly in the name of Bael, the old bone, full of delusions that he could restrain Satan. Satan didn’t say a word, only his blow landed on the demon’s head, crushing one of his sides, but not enough to kill him. The demon was forced to try to use his power as quickly as possible. He knew that Bael had taken away Satan’s power and that his power would not work in this realm, but he realized that if Satan’s blow struck him again, he would be finished.

"Sir Hagin, what terrible deed has he done for him to end up like this? Isn't this too much?" Hagin took a deep breath. "Emperor Ramos said that Senior Fremont brought Demon here to be chained to the basement to wait for his fated chosen one." "Is that supposed to be us?" "I don't know, but Emperor Ramos said that there would be a huge shift in the underwater city once this chosen one arrived. That shift might be a good thing for us, or bad. That's why we never wanted Demon's chosen one to show up. As for whether or not you two are his chosen one, the only way to find out is through a battle."

They have been here for three days already. they crave outside..anywhere. Anywhere at all, that's not this cold barren space. Only one bonk bed occupied the side of the room. And even after so much time has passed they still haven't seen the demon who appeared out of nowhere and ruined everything. in the past few days. He only appear once that was the time he walked up to her; staring at her with the coldest eyes she has ever seen as he reached around her neck and collared her into his slave. His property. He'd called her.

John remains asleep, unaware of the weight those words are casting over this room like ashes. “She was like you,” Demon continues. “Unpredictable, wild, free. I went crazy for her. She made me believe I could be different, that I could love without ruining everything I touched. But one day, she left. No explanation. Just a note that said, ‘I don’t want to belong to anyone.’” The silence that follows is heavy—almost solid. And then Demon looks at me, and even though he still hasn’t touched me, I feel like he’s caressing me with his eyes.

Wallowing in guilt and shame will only set me back, but the reason the demon got out of hell was because another, more powerful demon was on a death mission. Stop it, I tell myself. This is exactly the type of negativity a demon would want me to fall into. I take a breath and look into the demon’s eyes. “Auferte malum elementa invocabo. Dimittie eam mitte erranti est ultra modum.” Evander’s head flops back and he lets out a yell. Yanking against the restraints, he jerks his head forward and back over and over, until Tabatha drops the bowl.

Dean smirked softly, amused to see the behavior of these two friends. "No life is as easy as our plan, Lord have their own plan," said Dean. "There is always plan B plan C until plan AA... like the column in excel, after Z there is AA..."' said Ariesta while shrugging. But Dean remains worried. These two friends try to play destiny. But he decided to keep his mouth shut, he was behind the scenes when they needed him, as usual. Now let them cool off their emotions. "Let's have breakfast?" invite Dean.