Blue Exorcist Mephisto Novels & Stories

Then he raised his hand. In an instant, the air in the room shook with tremendous force. Adrian and Sister Helena felt as if gravity had changed. Blue light gathered in Professor Valtorius' hand. Then-with a swift movement-he pointed his palm towards the creature! "EXURO!" A blast of blue energy shot towards the creature.People BLAARRR! The creature screamed in pain, its body was thrown backwards, hitting the wall. Black smoke billowed from its body.

But for now, her body succumbed to the darkness, her spirit slipping away into the abyss. Suddenly, the hall turned cold as an electrifying aura blasted across the large room. Esteria managed to turn her head to see this enigmatic figure. He was a tall, imposing figure with the whitest hair that cascaded down his back like a silver waterfall. His electrifying blue eyes glowed with an intensity that seemed to crackle with unseen lightning. His face was the most breathtaking of all, an alluring blend of angelic beauty and devilish allure. His presence exuded an overwhelming power, sending a shiver down the spine of everyone present.

The beast instantly catch on fire as blue flames engulf the beast and Asmodeus groans and roars falling over the place He falls off from the beast and it burns to ash within seconds of catching on fire “You will pay for this” he roars “I command you Asmodeus, fall back” I ordered with my hands out stretched “No you are not strong enough” “I command you to fall back, demon” I punch him hard on the jaw which sends him back immediately, I quickly form a circle around him using salt “You can’t bind me!” he roars as he fights to break the circle and in the matter of minutes, he comes out of it and punch the breath out of me. He pulls me by the hair “This is it Exorcist”

"Your Eminence Mephiston, at Storm City, our troops are already at the gates. Now we only await your command to spread our Lord's majesty!" … God's Left Hand, Mephiston, whose rank in the Lomuia Grand Cathedral was second only to the Pope, was tall but not imposing. Instead, he appeared somewhat frail, and his entire being seemed aged and weary. His ears were filled with battle reports, but Mephiston did not even lift his eyes, keeping them closed as he rested in his chair. Nearby were the busy legion commanders and Kass in his red robes. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Kass said with a bitter smile, "Your Eminence, the attack on Storm City requires your orders."

He mustn't let his mind fall into disorder! "Soul-as-blade!" With a loud shout, an a-hundred-feet-long black demonic sword suddenly appeared in the sky. Dark clouds gathered and lightning thundered. It was none other than the third transformation of the Mystic Diabolic Enchantment, the Soul-as-blade. It was a fatal attack that used true souls as a sacrifice.

he stated, watching the reaction of his exorcist priest. “I’m not so sure about that Your Grace, ” Marcus replied with a tone that meant he was serious. “Demons are unexpected, sly creatures. Anything can happen.” “Then you should go and research all about this particular demon with blue and violet flames before you start your exorcism rite, Marcus. You know, just to be cautious.” Marcus nodded and said after producing a faint confident grin, “I will Your Grace.”

Anyone could tell by looking into his eyes that he was expecting the worst answer. “Isn’t that obvious?” She threw something toward the dead body, “His body,” And something looking like a blue polygon hit Miers's body, bounced off of it, glowed, then out of the blue, grew big, and engulfed all of him in a jello-like cold material. We all were stunned at the action. “Don’t try to stop us,” The male spoke, “He belongs to us by contract.” With a light smile on his face, he shook his head, “If you try to take him, the magic will hurt you.”

"In my mountain? In her room?" Vincent raised his hand, and the shadows of the room rose like a tidal wave, wrapping around the Stalker. It was a battle of darkness against darkness. Vincent’s magic was ancient and grounded in the earth, while the Stalker’s was a corrupted, alchemical imitation. "Félix, now!" Vincent commanded. Félix, gasping for air, saw his opening. He reached into the pouch on his belt—the one Maya had given us—and pulled out a vial of concentrated Blue-Brier and lunar salt. He smashed the vial directly into the Stalker’s face.

Curse my luck, god I honestly never learn when to stop running into trouble. The figure then came in front of me, he looked like, Evin...? his beautiful eyes gleamed deep blue, my favorite shade of blue, I felt oddly attracted to his gaze and couldn't help but gaze back into them, I felt as if I was in a trance, for real, I couldn't see anything else then. My exhausted mind gave into the spell, he came closer and gently cupped my face pressing his lips softly against mine. I couldn't stop myself or even move to my will, something felt very wrong. A voice echoed in my head "Mez, you're finally mine."

As he was scared, the scrawny man took its time to walk toward the dead body, whispering prayers in his mind before checking Mephisto’s pulse. “There’s nothing!” The scrawny man responded to the rest of his group. They looked at him, confused. “Maybe he is a human?” “Check his eyes!” “But I was sure it was red before!” The scrawny man proceed to open the man’s eyes only to look back at his group in fear. “His eyes… they were black!” “We killed an innocent human, oh god!” “What difference does that make? We killed a lot of human! Let’s get away from here. I have a feeling we have to leave and check on the bodies when the sun is out!”