Black Phantoms Demons Souls Novels & Stories

Relief washed through me as I shook my head. "No. What we believe about demons are wrong. They are called Daemons and they do not have the power to take souls," I explained. "They need a spell from a Sorceress to do that. But a Sorceress needs the amplifying power of a Daemon to take souls on such a mass scale. So, they used this symbiotic relationship to bring on this huge curse. Disguised as a sickness, it caused people to turn into a zombie like creature. Once that was done, they twisted the hunger into a soul feeding machine. Now they won't stop until all the souls are gone." I turned to Cynthia feeling the pain that she must be feeling knowing what had happened to her children.

I couldn't quite understand what they were, and the darkness made it difficult to see clearly. I turned back to Lucifer, who still had that smirk on his face. I could see the satisfaction in his eyes. Lex, on the other hand, remained emotionless and silent. "Where are we?" I asked. "Hell,". The room fell silent for some minute the others i could see the had so many things in there mind, i was still thinking how to fight the beast right in front of me. "And the ghost outside"i asked again. "You mean the souls ? the are the people who demons kill thats there soul out there graving in pain" he replied.

The Divine Blood Stone Wall, Nether Deity Hall, Greedy Wolf, 12 Notes of Emerald, the Nether Deity Plaque, and Memory Orbs all provided him with Path insights. Finally, there was the Book of Life and Death with the most impressive origin. With a single glance at it, phantoms of people from all realms appeared. Shadows of countless lives materialized in his sea of consciousness. The massive flood of information made him dizzy for a moment. The black and white phantoms outside his body, the shadow of the Nether Deity Hall, the sounds of the Path, divine radiance, and various Path phenomena all paused briefly, like a glitch.

Of course, demons have no worries; the return of the bloodsuckers wouldn’t affect them, but it might ruin the lives of my people. “What’s so funny?” I almost growl the question. Annoyance and irritation slowly cloud my judgement, and if this man weren’t the newfound father, I’d probably try to kick out his damn teeth. He’s testing my patience. “Lazarus, son,” he slaps his massive hand on my shoulder and shakes his head. “I never mentioned vampires, so you don’t have to freak out about them just yet. What I meant are the leeches we know in the underground, hell. The soul eaters, we call them leeches. They have a specific scent only demons can sense – it’s like sulphur or something close to it

The sharp chaotic spears pierced their bodies and exploded in chains, decimating bats left and right! Slash! Boom! Crash! Clash! "Oho! What a sight!" laughed Belphegor, flying near the surviving bats as they desperately tried to kill him, Spectral Bats had the special ability to exert their own souls as spectral forms, releasing bullets made of the spectral soul against Belphegor, which could directly damage his soul! However, the old blazing skull laughed, as he conjured a powerful spell! "Gyahahah! Is that what you call a spectral attack? Look and learn! Pandemonium Ring!"

Within the magical weapon, the black light suddenly intensified, faintly overshadowing the white light. Inside the Twin Magical Weapons, in a chaotic space, the Immortal's Soul and the Demon's Soul were engaged in a fierce struggle. The Immortal's Soul took the form of a pure white light, its figure illusory and transparent, looking extremely weak. Faint golden light surrounded it, serving as its last defense. The Demon's Soul, on the other hand, was a mass of pitch-black mist, surging and rolling, exuding a chilling hostility as it relentlessly attacked the Immortal's Soul's defenses.

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

She seemed more like an official than the actual ones. The ones doing their soul communion just stared. After working in the Netherrealm for so long, everyone got pretty lifeless and dull. They couldn't remember the last time—probably centuries—since they'd seen a departed soul with this much rebellious energy. The Phantom Patrol asked Blanc, "Blanc, what's the deal with this soul?" Before Blanc could answer, the Phantom Guards in dark robes started yelling. "You're not a departed soul! You're a living soul—what are you doing stirring up trouble in the Netherrealm?"

Summer's POV She stared at the gruesome faces covered in blood, their mouths open wailing in agony. They moved towards her as she tried to back away. Behind them the devil himself smiled viciously enjoying the look of pure terror on her face. Try as she might she couldn't back any further as they closed in clawing at her while laughing. Waking with a jolt Summer attempted to catch her breath as her heart hammered in her chest. Her whole body shook from the overwhelming fear she was feeling from the same nightmare she had almost every night.

Black as midnight. A phantom.