Novel & Cerita Cursed Demon

While the others are going over the plan and making their final preparations, Blode and I stand very close to one another. “Are you familiar with the place city of demons?” I nodded, squirming a bit in my spot. I had an inkling that I knew what this conversation was leading to, but I chose not to jump to any conclusions just yet. “Daciana, those aren't actually demons - the people living there are all possessed. This means that the curse from centuries ago has yet to be fully removed and broken. As a result, it's not only their minds, but also their souls that are now entrapped in this state of limbo. It's a fate they can't easily escape from unless something is done to break the spell by it

“Doesn’t it haunt you?” It did. “Make a deal with me, Darko.” “So I must sell my soul to you?” “I am not the one who craves your soul, I am only a merchant who does trade.” “Who then?” “A demon but that would be incorrect, he has the ability to create demons. I could say the devil but he’s more abstract, a little more unhinged. But there is one thing I can define the shadow with; he’s a curse.” Sweat dropped from his forehead, “Is this where my actions has lined me up?”

Akuji watched me carefully, appearing surprised that I did not understand how it worked, but Demetri just turned to me to patiently explain. "It is basically an employment contract. It is similar to how when something breaks, a human doesn't just wish it fixed and then it is. They have to hire someone to fix it. When a curse is placed, a demon is contracted out to meet the terms of the curse. It appears Akuji here was assigned to your case." The way he huffed when he said her name made me happy. I no longer felt I had to worry about him lusting over the woman who sat across from us.

“Isn’t Zerome, his grandson? Has the old man taken the wrong medication? He even murdered his own grandson? He must be corrupted, or else he wouldn't have turned out this way, in my opinion." "Corrupted?" I opened my eyes. Zagan had undoubtedly become a demon, but what exactly does corrupted mean? Was he a corrupted nobleman? Did he steal the people's money? "Even though demons have long been driven from this world, they have left some of their powers behind." "Everyone in this world is now subject to a curse they left behind, known as the Demonic Curse, which transforms one's thoughts into demonic ones as long as one aspires to the S-rank."

The mist twirled on the air, forming into a doodle of a demon and the other of a long droopy hat— a characteristic of a peculiar creature. “Demon and a witch,” Belle noted what she saw. “Mr. Dante was cursed by a demon’s curse that now falls on me,” whispered Belle. “And a curse is the speciality of a witch.” “Smart girl,” he praised that caused her heart to widen. Belle gulp, not wanting to dwell on how she felt delighted being praised by the demon prince.

Hence the exam. They chatted about the research for a while before he got a call, and he had to leave. "Look who it is. A pathetic loser," Cindy Sinclair, Kael's cousin, sneered from not too far away. She was accompanied by Laila and her older brother Lucas. To say that the dragons are dominant beings in the shifter world would be an understatement. Wolves and Lycans are the second best. Humans are the weakest. But now, without her powers, Sage is just like any other human there. Powerless.

“Situations change, Idamus…either way doesn’t change the issue that I need your help with.” “Hmm…” Idamus nodded, as he thought. “I’m just concerned…everything that seems to be happening right now is because of this demon.” He raised his hand in a plea at Ruben’s icy glare as his eyes started to blaze. “Hear me out…if you please…conflicts have arisen within your clan and that of Lord Semenov, you have taken responsibility for the slaughter of humans and the burning of two locations in the South of the city…there is also conflict arising from a werewolf pack up state that your men raided, fought with, killed and arrested the survivors for drug dealing…meanwhile reports coming in clearly state

“Then listen carefully. This is not a tale for the faint of heart.” He began with the origin of the curse. “Long before my birth, before this kingdom even existed, there was a god—a dark deity whose hunger was infinite. It sought power, influence, and dominion over mortal souls. To achieve this, it created the curse. Not a simple spell, not a charm, but a living force designed to bind, to manipulate, to consume. Those marked by it were chosen—Moonborn, they called them—and their lives were never their own.” Elara’s pulse quickened. “And you… were chosen?”

"Maybe crossing worlds awakened some hidden ability. Do not worry. As long as I have something to eat, you will not be in danger." We had barely rested since arriving in this world, and that night I lay in bed recalling everything I knew about the original novel. The Demon King was named Lucien Desrosiers. He was tall, powerful, and cursed in childhood by the holy orders. On the fifteenth of every month, the lust-curse devoured him. If he did not use a hundred women to ease it, his own power would tear him apart. Poor man. Fortunately, he had met me. Otherwise, his curse would never have been solved.

The way he said 'what you are' instead of 'who you are' made my blood run cold. "Okay, What if the tests prove I'm not cursed?" I asked desperately. "Then we'll know you're something else," Soren replied. "Something worse." I looked around the hall one more time. At Tony's body. At Dante bleeding on the floor. At pack members who wouldn't meet my eyes. "What could be worse than cursed?" I whispered. "Deliberately evil," Soren said simply. The words hit me so hard. In their minds, I was either cursed or evil. There was no third option where I was innocent.