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This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

He has only read books and heard tales about the Abyss and he wasn’t sure if it truly existed. “Yes,” Martius confirmed. “It’s a place where people of heaven and earth interact. It’s also the ancient prison where banned demon wolves were imprisoned.” “I will embark on a journey to the Abyss?” Arram asked. “Yes.” Martius responded. “It’s a dangerous place, are you willing to go?” “Yes,” Arram bravely declared. “Death is the worst and for her, I am ready to sacrifice my life,” “Please, tell me how to get to the Abyss.” He implored.

The laughter seemed to seep into his bones, rattling his senses. “the Abyss itself,” Lucien finished, his tone grim. “It’s… controlling everything. It’s been feeding off every war, every betrayal… and us. All of this… it’s just a game for it.” Ahead, Emily hovered, suspended in the center of a sphere of roiling darkness. Her silver-and-black aura flared violently, casting long, twisting shadows across the landscape. Her eyes were wide, terrified but also laced with an otherworldly hunger. The Abyss had her in its grasp, whispering promises of power, of omnipotence, of a world remade in her image. But the cost was clear: her humanity.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

“Nah, I don't think so. She doesn't look too special.” I balked. “I hope I don't die.” “What do you want?” “A jean and a shirt, please let's dress the nude human before the incubi smells her.” Make sex demons. Incubi are male sex demons. Oh my God, I held my head, needing to sit down. “What the fuck?” “Is she having a panic attack?” The witch asked. “These humans are fond of doing those things. If she faints, I'll chop off her toes.”

] The shop owner immediately sent back a string of question marks. Me: [What's wrong?] Shop owner: [Please tell me you're joking! That's not an incubus! That's a demon, and the most dangerous kind at that!] Incubi had markings. Demons had them too. For someone unfamiliar with the difference, they were indeed hard to tell apart. Everything made sense now—why Raven never needed to feed, why he insisted he had no owner, and why he always caught himself before saying too much. That night, when the enforcement officers conducted their search, they were looking for Raven.

Elian pressed closer, spectral hands reaching uselessly, horror rooting him as the chamber dissolved into chaos—clashing steel, demonic roars, the infant's wail cutting through like a knife. It dawned on Damitri then, in that frozen instant, the witch's warnings he'd ignored: the entity he'd summoned wasn't ally or benefactor, but the Devil of the Abyss, binder of souls, weaver of curses that tainted bloodlines forever. The power he'd stolen now poisoned his legacy, birthing a thirst in his sons that the full moon would eternally ignite—a blood hunger that chained the wolf to infernal chains.

There is no escape. He opens the door and when I see he's shirtless, my breath catches. - You know, I don't know how you can have the name of an angel when you're a demon- he whispers dangerously, getting closer and closer to me until he cornered me against the wall. He puts his two arms on either side of my body, and he looks me straight in the eyes, intimidating and explosive, like a time bomb. - You have the name of a demon, Azael- My breathing accelerates at dizzying speed due to the proximity of our lips.

My life in the living realm with the humans was getting better with every passing day. Abby was now a demon and discovering her abilities with the blood of Zeus in her veins and visiting me daily to practice and most times, the days ended with amazing sex. I’m over two hundred years old and a demon, I am anything but a saint, but there was something different about sex with Abby, especially after she marked me and I had part of her venom pulsing through me. I was more than ready to take her home with me to Hell and show her the amazing afterlife that I can give her. Even though I assured her that being a level three that she can travel in and out of Hell, she was still hesitant.

"What!! How's that possible? You're one of the best seer ever " "Exactly my Lord! It beats my imagination..I tried finding out but it seems as if someone out there is hiding it from us" "Strange!! Something is not right here..I don't feel good about this" "Don't worry my Lord! I'll keep on trying" he assured.. "I hope it works out..summon other demons, it's time to go trap some humans" I said.. "Yes my Lord" he replied with a slight bow and zoom off... Saphira's POV