Apotheosis Of A Demon の小説・ストーリー

As the white beam faded, the dark strings and smoke of alar all gathered in one place, compressing, as if trying to form a demon. Arth braced himself as Dethnar appeared amidst the black smoke, now showing his true form. The demon had dark-blue skin, rough and hard, with a long tail behind him. Two curved horns sprouted from his head, with black demon wings spreading wide open. Divine Purge could remove the demon from the body it had possessed. The only problem was that it would also cause the demon to materialize into its physical form. And demons on their own bodies are much more powerful. They could easily access their full strength and capabilities … compared to possessing only mere huma

My shoulders tensed involuntarily. The stone walls of the tower seemed to close in, suffocating me. My breath felt short with panic. No matter how deep I tried to gulp the air down, my chest tightened as if an iron weight had settled on my lungs. “SATOR,” the demon chanted, its voice echoing from nowhere and everywhere at once. “You shall reap what I sow for you. I am Tethys AREPOS, your owner. TENET, I hold you as my own. OPERA, you shall do my deeds and work. ROTAS, until the wheels have turned three times.”

I crashed to the ground and rolled until I collided with a tree bark. “Ugh!” I moaned. My face felt warm as blood trickled down my face. The ground trembled as I felt her advance on me again. Was this how it would end? Mama Owen’s potion mixing for demon banishment would be futile at this point. I struggled to remember the spell from my mother’s spell book. Demon-Sam picked me up again and licked her lips. Her fangs drew longer as the veins on her face grew bluish-purple. “Apage daemon. Ad infernum reverteris,” I sputtered and weakly grabbed her hands.

He stood upon a mountain of corpses holding the decapitated head of one of the enemy generals gazing upon it reveling in the horror he unleashed with a sadistic smile but his main course is yet to come. Apex crushed the general’s skull as he stood from his deathly throne to see a giant demon with four arms, red leathery skin, massive goat-like horns, and emerald eyes as the demon held two massive battle axes. The beast immediately noticed his armor was nothing short of disgusting as he wore the captured elven women as a form of living armor and some of them were cursed to become a part of his weapon. Before he could strike, The Demon applauded Apex’s abilities as a warrior and a fellow berse

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

“Manolya…why doesn’t she die? Why can’t we kill it?.” My stomach dropped. We exchanged a look. Fear passed between us without words. “What is it?” Pelin whispered. “I think,” I said slowly, “it’s a demon.” Then the statue began to change. Stone cracked and folded inward, marble peeling away like a shell. The many breasts receded, shrinking until only two remained. The excess stone reformed. What stood before us was no longer a goddess carved from stone, a false embodiment of Artemis dressed in armour. A warrior.

Partheos howled as the limb exploded. “So you’re the one…” Partheos snarled. “The Smiter… a boy?” Scott gritted his teeth. “Yeah—and I’m the one who’s sending your ugly ass back to Hell!” Partheos launched again in a tidal wave of sand. Scott raised the sword, forming a shield of holy flame. The demon’s blast hit it—and turned to glass on impact. A beam of white light surged outward, consuming Partheos. He froze mid-roar, transformed into a glass statue.

Only his father could do that. Apollo Sky drew a deep breath, not believing that such time would come when he would protect a damn demon from his kin. Blowing a blue-colored gush of wind to where the demon prince was kneeling, a translucent celestial energy covered the demon prince’s body like second skin. On cue, the dark blue celestial aura that had whipped Damon the Prideful started to repel from the latter’s body – recognizing the faintest blue-colored aura from the apprentice angel.

Infosys". The Humans have declared war on the Demons, occupying 90℅ of the world, which caused a lopsided imbalance in the power equilibrium of Betsuno Orbis Terrarum. Only, 10% of the Demon territory is left now, the Demons are also humans, indeed, but their, way of living is peculiar than humans — they need blood to survive, and darkness to grow. " The other deity, Erebus perpetuated after the Goddess of the light of the blue sky, Theia, "We want you to become the 'Demon King' and lead the demon army to capture the lost territories by any means, we are Gods, so, we can't become the 'Demon King', as a result, we chose you. If you can return the power equilibrium to normal, by 1 month of tim

“Submit to me, and I’ll spare your father’s life. You and he will be free after a year.” I stared at him, my mind reeling. “Your pet?” He nodded, his smile turning wicked. “Yes, my pet. You’ll obey my every command, submit to my every whim. In exchange, I’ll spare your father and give you your freedom after the year is up.” I looked at Nathaniel, his eyes filled with fear and regret. He had been a terrible father, but he was still my father. Could I do this? Could I really submit to Carmine Moreno, the Demon Wolf, for a year?