Astrological Demons の小説・ストーリー

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

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.

That isn’t strange- it’s pure madness. Demons, being extremely strong supernatural beings, do not fall prey to mortal diseases like cancer. Their wounds are never infected, because they heal too fast to leave festering sores, and their immune system, or whatever demonic equivalent they have, is too powerful for the likes of sepsis or inflammation, not unless the injury is to their True Soul. However, they are not immune to afflictions of the mind and soul. So it is possible for a demon to succumb to madness, depression, schizophrenia and other curses, which may inadvertently affect them physically.

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

Samael struggles to get to his abode as the red moon is already showing itself but he can’t seems to get himself straight as the effect of the dark power was taking over him, feeling himself lost to it, his demon being starts to struggle to come out of him but he tries to subdue it and get to comfort The moment he manage to get into his home, his aides rushes to him immediately and help him get into the pool The second his body hits the water, his demon being gave a loud anguishing howl which made the whole place quivers like an earthquake is about to happen The assistants quickly rush out of the room into safety while Samael battles with the two beings that threatens to take over him ~ Shai

By experimenting on himself, he understood a few things. Wind Demons were not actually ‘Wind’ Demons. They were a race of demons that could use only one element in their entire lifetimes, and no other. It wasn’t that they could only use wind, but they were taught to only use wind. If they wanted to study a different element instead, they could.

I can tell by the expression on her face that the truth of her new reality is finally dawning on her. Zoe must hear the panicked tone in her friend's voice because she wraps her arm around her shoulder and calmly replies. “Listen, Bree, what I was saying is the truth; Azazel is a demon, Lucifer is the devil and Fallon... well... Fallon is also supernatural. They're here because they're trying to stop Marina, aka Marael and Sahara, from bringing hell on earth. Sahara and Marael have been keeping you and me stationary until they can use us for their spell.”

He stood there until the demon approached him with his most qualified move. The demon proceeded with an indissoluble rope, which, according to him, was probably fit to capture the king of hell, and then what had to happen had happened. Alexander’s standing was his weakest phase, where he brought his devil to the zenith to crush the outnumbered demons if they stopped him from reaching Bella. The demon was forcefully stopped by an invisible levitation, sank to his knees, and fell to the ground. The pain was crushing his bones, could be heard, his scales slowly scorching as his eyes looked at Alexander in terror, knowing his end had come.

“What are you doing, lady? He is the son of the Demon Alpha! The existence of his bloodline will only bring danger to all the packs!” “Yes, he should be killed!” “With his death, the Moon Goddess will bless us!” I shook my head. How come they are dragging the Moon Goddess in such a horrible act? That was unforgivable. I couldn’t believe that cruel things like this were happening in the city. I thought everything here was peaceful and better. Why can’t they see how cruel they are to an innocent boy? “Why is it his fault that he’s the son of the Demon Alpha? Should you condemn him for something he hasn’t done? That is not right.”

"To warn you I was coming to church next week, I'm sure. Good thing too, so you can warn Vargas. However, I'm sure your little friend already knows. When exactly did you start working with demons, anyway?" This time the older man laughed. "Demons? Please, Rhychard, don't tell me you actually believe in demons?" Rhychard smiled. "You're a preacher. Isn't it your job to believe in them?" Running his hand through his perfect hair, Adrian gave a slight shrug of his thick shoulders. "The demons of today are addictions, more or less, like alcohol, sex, or drugs. They're negative personality traits like envy and greed. Demons are allegorical, Rhychard, the stuff of fantasy writers."