Blue Exorcist Demons Novels & Stories

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.”

I ask and he nodded his head "Has any of you seen of you seen a demon before? "I asked again and they all nodded except Asher who still stared at me with little hostility "We have fought with demons before..... they are scary! "Maria replied as they all nodded in agreement with her words "Those aren't demons..... those are replica of demons! "I said calmly but their reactions were priceless "What do you mean by those weren't demons? " "Do you mean there are another set of demons higher than the one we saw? "

Were they walking in the wrong direction? Fenix used his magic of detecting demonic energy around them. He closed his eyes and sensed something that demonic energy following them. He opened his eyes immediately, looked around with his eyes which were right now blue . He was using his magical eye sight to see the demonic energy. His gaze fell on the compass.

The present atmosphere could frighten an average human being, but not Pastor Alozie, who was still in his blue pyjamas. Soon, he saw himself walking on a stream of blood, the moment he blinked his eyes. This was followed by a terrible stench everywhere. In the sky above, he could see eight foot naked demons flying and cackling. The demons were brown in colour with hideous faces and nine inch tongues, which wriggled out of their mouths.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Everyone felt a feeling of asphyxiation. Among the Demon Kings of the court of Deity Phoenix, Spirit Eyes Demon King was ranked third. His power was above the One Legged Ox Demon King. He was mysterious, and no one knew his true body. This time, he exploded in the demonic aura and the pressure that he gave people was more horrendous than that of the One Legged Ox Demon King. This was especially so because his eyes glimmered with a silver fire that seemed as though it could be put out in a whiff of wind. It seemed weak and gave people the feeling of chills all over their bodies.

This group of creatures had come here because there wasn’t much opposition. “What is the best way to fight them?” She asked as they got off the elevator. “I might have you, it doesn’t mean others are safe or you may need help.” He almost felt a smile at that. He wasn’t sure she could give the help he needed, not if she was a witch of alchemy and not the materialization of magic. He admired her willingness to fight something she knew nothing about. “They are demons, a special kind so you’d fight them the same way.” He told her and she gave a nod. Sybil spotted Doctor Greyson. She waved him down and stopped at the desk and opened her case and took out a vial.

The flames did not burn or hurt. “What is happening?!” Theodore got up and grabbed the pan of the counter. He stepped past the demon, who hissed at him. He walked back, ignoring her, then held the pan in front of me. In my reflection was a young woman with 6 inch horns that curled toward my ears, dark silver wings with a blue tint to them, blue flames all over, and one right azurite blue sparkling iris, and one left silver crystal sparkling iris. Both had a black obsidian sclera and pupils. My hair was a black jade with a blue shine where the light hit. A different color than the flames, but the same blue tint that was on my wings. My hair was so long… all the way down to the back of my knee

I wiped my tears and looked at her. “Do you…believe in hell, Mom?” I asked. Her brows furrowed. “Yes? I really didn’t know Majesty but the bible says that it exist for the bad people who commit sins when they were alive,” she said. “They become a demon, Mom?” She was now confused on my questions but I really have to ask it. “No…they are being punished by the Demons, Majesty.” “Then where did the Demons came from?”

"The healers estimate we have seventy-two hours before it reaches his heart. Once it does, nothing in this world or the next will be able to save him." Gabriel watched the marks pulse and writhe, recognizing some of the symbols from his exorcist training. Blood magic, definitely. Old blood magic, the kind that predated the written word, that reached back to when humans first learned to bargain with darkness for power. Someone with significant knowledge and even more significant hatred had crafted this curse specifically to kill Patriarch Michael Thorne.