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Her eyes were blazing with a fierce light as she spoke. "I am a completely demonic bitch now, made of hellfire," she declared "Nothing can burn me anymore because I am made of fire." As the masked mafia men continued the sex, Alexa leaned into each thrust with a perverse sense of enjoyment. Each thrust seemed to fuel her ornery, her laughter still echoing through the room. A demonic laughter. Alexa lost in her madness compeletely. There is no going back. In the midst of the madness, Dionysus was a picture of indifference. Accustomed to the brutality of murder, atrocities, and every kind of violation, such orgy didn't even make him flinch. His attention is still on his phone and wines.

Matt left without another word, causing Ashton to jump to his feet. He was never allowed in on any political business, the committee having no faith in his ability to speak to other royalty. Ash was incredibly curious to what the Demons were really like. Were they as evil as everyone made them out to be or were they actually just like everyone else? This was a question that would lead him to peaking out the training room door, hoping for his first glimpse of the demon king.

“He is a liar and is deceitful!” The sound of someone’s loud and amused laughter. It came from Noir. “Funny…” Noir mocked. “Coming from you, Shaman. Aren’t you a bit of a liar too? Maybe you’re a demon as well. But in ugly clothing.” The demon giggled as his voice disappeared and only Abbadon’s presence remained. Laced with chaos and confusion, the sudden shock and fear as someone who was merely freed from a spell, from a nightmare would face a choice such as this. Life or death. Death of his own son, as he was given the chance to live again.

I’m taken aback. The Alpha Lycan demon has taken over. Except when at war, the Demon never appears. He is a beast who revels in spitting blood. Sophia’s eyes glow with horror. It's all written on her face. Demon’s eyes are wide and filled with hatred. His claws are sharp and his teeth are bare. The air around him is thick with the smell of death. Demon never listen to me or my cries. He dispatches her with a snap. He murders her without regard for her life. Sophia's limp body falls to the ground and the Demon strides away. The air is thick with the smell of death, and the silence is broken only by the sound of her final breaths. He’s a demon. He returned his attention to me after wiping his

The demon said "I am fed up with this. You know what!?...fuck off!." Liyla shouted After Liyla finished talking, she felt a sharp pain across her stomach and fell to the ground gasping for breath. She cried out in pain then it stopped at once. "You see, i can hurt you and also make you hurt your precious Daven if i want." The demon said "No please!. Don't hurt him!." Liyla sobbed "Then don't make me do it or else i won't be so merciful next time." The demon said

The only positive is that their hunger does not need to be daily, unlike some others. I think back my mind goes back to the moment when Elio discovered me on the street during our luna ceremony. The anger in his eyes was palpable as he transformed into his demon form. I glance back at the book, hoping to find any clues on how to differentiate the seven different demons. Unfortunately, they all seem to be described in the same way. I bite my lip, leaning back in the chair, deep in thought. If Elio is indeed a demon, then it’s highly likely that Cahya is one as well seeing as they are brothers. The weight of uncertainty bears down on me, tugging at the edges of my consciousness.

When he turned back to the edge of his bed, Blood, the demon version of Young, had disappeared. It drove the man mad that although nothing had been said, he knew exactly what his nightmares coming into the real world meant. Somehow Asha had tapped into a version of herself that needn’t attack anyone headon, the other side had been listening and now they were making themselves known. He wasn’t really a believer of the supernatural until he had met her, but apparently his new understanding was not enough to deter him from repeating the same cycle. Like the idiot he was, he persisted and still tried to spy on her. It angered Young’s new demon to know that the little cockroach was still being so

My scream echoed off the walls, a prayer to the dark. “I should fuck your throat again,” Wrath muttered, “but this hole’s too tight. Too good.” Then Lust again. Behind. Below. One hand slipped between my legs, lifting me. I felt him line up. “No—no way—” I panicked. “You can’t—two of you can’t—” “You don’t get to say no,” Lust whispered. He pushed in beside Wrath and my vision shattered. Pain blinded me. I convulsed, hands slapping stone helplessly, as both demons filled me—stretching past possible. Raw, wide, burning.

And making her feel ashamed and worthless seemed to be exactly what the demon desired most. - "I'm going to pee in your little mouth, Clara.." the demon whispered in a hissing tone - and it made her mouth water again, though Clara fought desperately not to show it - not to give herself away. Some part of her still tried to resist, even though she knew that the demon could sense her true dark desires. "It will flow like a warm stream down your throat. Open wide.."