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***HoGuo Temple*** Even from a distance, the entrance of HoGuo Temple was visible in all it’s glory. It was not grand in terms of luxury but more of splendour in terms of heritage it represents over the centuries. Legend has it that this temple was once a home to the gods which lived on Earth during their trials and the descendants of those gods would come to this temple to pay homage to their ancestors. This temple is also said to have artifacts locked away which used to belong to those very gods and goddesses of old. However those artifacts are not open to the public eye and the monks that reside in the temple have never revealed any of it’s secrets. Many have tried to break into the templ

Leon removed the seal on the cylindrical glass and the rose that was inside, flew over Felen's body. White light flashed, along with blood flowing from the veins of The Seven Lords towards Felen's body which was lying limp. Starting from Mammon, Beelzebub, Asmodeus, Belphegor, Leviathan, Satan, and finally Lucifer. The ritual was about to beg, shaking the ground of the Devil Reign, ravaging all of it by a raging great energy. All for the glory of the demons and the fall of the angels. And Felen was the ticket for them to enter the Celestial Realm.

A gust of frigid air blew into the shady but adequately-lighted chamber and from the chamber walls the demon heard a disembodied whisper with a curse that says: An offspring of a fallen of Mundu, and a human will ever never do; No more a wicked Baal can enter, The spirit world of Mundu forever. “Helia Baal– Mistress!,” cried out unexcitedly the goat-headed demon servant to her fallen mistress. The witch had sprung up to consciousness after a short spell and got back on her feet. She rubbed her face and sensed it was tighter and smoother and her nose less crooked. Her obscure mane appeared it had trailed on a sea of flames and red-hot embers. She blinked her eyelids over her heterochromatic

insisted the other man then sprinkled me with salt again. Do I look like a demon in their eyes? Do I have a tail and horns that only they can see? "What trouble is this, Ando?" asked an old woman who suddenly approached us. "We found a female demon, Old Remi. Help us get rid of her!" The man called Ando reported to the woman called Old Remi.

a silver-haired angel who had held it long enough suddenly burst out, “How could a saint appear as a demon after all these years? A saint who is a demon? Has the heavens truly abandoned us?!” “You’re one to speak, imagine how grossed out we are that our blood is even remotely near yours!” a redhead succubus screeched. “How can someone so hot turn so… so... atrocious?” With that, a verbal battle ensued among the demons and angels with them cursing out at each other and the heavens for letting such a creature exist. Was it mockery? Were the heavens so willing to mock their existence that it made such an abomination?!

“Selina Crow left us the information and fled. She’s one of a handful of witches and wizards left, and they’re only alive because they hid from the Huntsman. But we looked up the Huntsman’s middle name and found Orias on the list of Solomon’s demons. Orias is thousands of years old. And like most demons, he has a gift of making trouble when he visits Earth.” “This article is one Selina Crow did,” Randy explained, “outlining all of the demons Solomon summoned thousands of years ago, what they’re capable of, and where they might be now. It seems Orias was on Earth making trouble one hundred and thirty years ago when Jacob Cypress’s mother caught his eye.”

In a few minutes, her breathing evened, and her body became limp against mine. For a week now, I’ve been looking for any text on waking demons from their stasis. The only ones I’d found were about waking vampires up, which brought me to the conclusion that demons have never been woken from their stasis. If they had, only a few could do it. Some demons of over ten thousand years voluntarily went into stasis. That was why there were a few of them in the demon realm, and those that didn’t want to go into stasis kept to themselves.

The thrill to try it earlier engulfed her, she looked around, no one was with her, Meena was asleep in little the room next to hers. She lit a lamp and sat on the table to read the book. Opening it, she found out there were so many things people could summon; witches, demons, angels, fairies...she searched for the guardians, it was hard to see because the book was very old. Guardians of the light as it was called, beings who protect the interests and happiness of their masters who called them.

Chapter 27: Talk She wore her troubled past like scars- she had been through battle. And though no one could see her demons they could see the face that conquered them. *************** My head throbbed painfully and I found it difficult to open my eyes. I could hear voices arguing. "Why should I even trust you? You're probably a psychopath who resembles her deceased brother because of some weird coincidence!" "For the last time, I am her brother!" "You're an ever bigger asshole if that's true! How could you abandon her like that? You coward! Do you even realize what you put her through? She almost got killed because for you!"

Helen glared at Cora and then, she looked at Lucas, and said coldly, "Who are you? What's your relationship with Cora?" All the disciples in the plaza were looking at Lucas, looking forward to knowing about Lucas' identity. Lucas toyed with his dinner and after a few seconds, he said faintly, "I'm Lucas York. You guys may call me Lucas the Demon as well." 'Lucas the Demon?' All the disciples were horrified. 'This name is a little too domineering.' "We, the Celestial Walker Organization, didn't have a disciple who goes with the name of Lucas the Demon." Helen stared at Lucas.