Novel & Cerita A Demon's Fate

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

Long ago, he had once asked the demon god if he still desired a higher position, but the demon god had firmly refused, stating that he was unworthy. However, the demon god and the immortal god had once mentioned that someday in the future, such a figure would emerge in this universe. If anyone wished to follow him, they should do so while he was still in the process of growing. Even if that figure were to fail later, his followers would never lose out because of that failure. “If you wish to follow him someday, do so! That is, if you feel confident enough to defy fate and the entire universe,” said the demon god, whose words flashed through the seventeenth ancestor’s mind.

"I don't see how it is any of your damn business." "I can see that you're about to be overpowered by your own demon power too. Do you know the future I'm seeing in you? You will also end up like me. Your demon will consume you very soon… and once that happens, she, your queen will be forced to trap you in a dark unbreakable casket as well." He told Nicklaus, laughing with much satisfaction. Nicklaus thought to himself that this was truly the meaning of ‘fellow sufferer’ this demon enjoy seeing other in same state as him how pitiful. "That absolutely will not happen. I will defeat your vessel without me yielding to my demon." Nicklaus hissed. "I'm not going to end up like you! I will not allo

It helped to break him out of the fury’s hold so that he was able to focus once again. “Full demons mating with non-demons is extremely dangerous because it brings the non-demon to the very brink of death. The body and soul are either strong enough to pull themselves back to the land of the living or they aren’t and simply die,” I explained to him. He moved so that he was leaning against the armrest and pulled me onto his lap, burying his face in my neck to help him regain some level of control.

I was already technically dead and in Hell, could it get any worse? She had a look of uneasiness before she responded, “When a demon, especially the level threes, tries to go against Lucifer, he will destroy their soul and they will vanish into oblivion.” I froze. Every soul was supposed to be given a chance of redemption, I thought. “No rebirth?” I asked gently and Kora shook her head without a word. She seemed genuinely worried about me.

Paralyzed with fear, she watched as the smoky figure loomed closer, its presence suffocating and terrifying. Around her, her comrades stood in a tense silence, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene. The demon, moving with an unsettling deliberateness, slowly ventured towards Belle, its form shifting and writhing as it advanced, drawing ever nearer to the trembling woman who had summoned it from the abyss. "A soul of a lowly harlot's offspring, hahaha," the demon intoned, its voice an indistinct amalgamation. Was it male or female? Such distinctions were irrelevant, for demons were once angels, and angels transcend human notions of gender.

"They're usually demons who've stepped out of line. Either from the outer regions or just inside the Styx." I took a sip of my wine, savoring the rich, smoky flavor. "We drag their sorry asses before us and decide their fate based on whatever shit they've been up to. Could be a slap on the wrist, could be getting their access to the outer regions revoked. Depends on how creative they've been with their mischief."

“You fell in love with a demon? It astonishes me, since I never heard of a witch falling for a creature of the darkness. But I understand your desire. Yet, I cannot allow this practice to continue. Your offense on the laws of witchcraft is punishable by death.” Anona lowered her head, her body trembling in fear. She knew what she did was wrong, but she didn’t regret her love for Asphalt. I didn’t regret it. She was me. “But I am not foreign to the language of love, so I shall grant you a blessing. The demon you summoned, the ruler of wrath, he shall be the guardian of your soul, bound to you forever by the strings of love and fate. You will have a second chance at life, reincarnated in a dif

"Holly, you're you, but your soul has lived many lifetimes now. It makes you a target to those that devour souls." Eros turned. "Devour? No, that's not what Dagon wants." Lachesis shook her head sending her wild curls bouncing around her shoulders. "Doesn't matter if that's what he wants. It's the way of all demons. No matter how advanced they think they are. In the end, they will attempt to consume her soul, they won't be able to resist. Like a predator and prey locked up together. Eventually, nature takes its course." Eros clenched his fist. "I won't allow that."

“I’m just a distraction, really. Leaving messages and little signs aren’t really a demon’s bag, I’m sorry to say. It’s cute that you thought I’d do something like that, though. So who do you think did that? Oh – you’ve got one minute, by the way.” Filled with panic, I swung the knife at him, again and again. I was blinded by my desperation, and a hot, spitting anger rose in my chest as he danced out of the way, laughing all the while. If I was going to die, I’d go down fighting. “Oh, you really are something special,” he grinned. “Have you ever felt the pull of the wind, Ellis? Or a raging fire somewhere deep within? What about the swell of the sea? Or perhaps you’ve been grounded by the ear