Dabbling In The Demonic の小説・ストーリー

Mammon stated in the abyss of my mind. “And besides, Acanta has Libra, the grace of justice. The success of having a blood pact with a higher-level demon depends on the compatibility of her grace and Belphegor’s curse. My younger brother is not only the demon king of sloth. He is also known as the ‘disputer’, enemy of the sixth Sephiroth ‘beauty’ and the god of debauchery in the Underworld. There will be a big possibility that if Acanta formed a blood pact with him, her grace will be deteriorated, destroying the balance,” he theoretically added.

I just needed a fix to calm me down, to push the shadows that screamed and shrieked at me to let them out so that they might feed. Tears fell from my eyes, and I kept shaking my head hoping the voices would disperse if I did. I sniffed and slowly raised my eyes up to Tade's television. I could see my eyes, an unnatural eerie purple, and my hands, consumed with unharmful purple and blue flames. I didn't know what to do to hold them back. Even worse I could see my shadows reeling out of my body at their own will and there was little I could do to stop them. "Fuck you!" I yelled at the demon staring back at me from the television, and grabbed the TV remote by my side and threw the thing at my t

His bat-like wings stood proud and wide behind him, while his normally smooth skin was scaly. “Fuck me,” I cursed, backing away to the stairs. This was my first time seeing a demon, and the other times I’d come in contact with demons, darkness masked them, so I didn’t get to see their true form. I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting when I’d envisioned demons in my head, but the look in Nathaniel’s eyes was far from welcoming. He looked terrifying, like he was a second away from tearing my head off. I wasn’t about to stick around to see if he’d do exactly that, seeing as I did not know how demons worked.

I'm speechless. What's going on with this demon?

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

I questioned sharply, my stomach churning with revulsion. "We hunt demons that come from downstairs. The ones that have been found guilty of crime. And some like to be hunted. It's a game. Some demons here like to be chased. They like the sense of danger right on their tail. Others like to be the ones who chase." The other male said. "Give me a running demon every day. I'll catch it. And I will drink it's blood as reward." He said next, quickly looking at me and looking away again. I caught the glint of excitement in his dark eyes.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

Mom cried and began to sob. I hugged Mom. “Please, don’t cry. I am sure that Mr. Demetri knows what to do.” “These demons are stubborn. He must have brought friends,” began Desmond. “I need to go inside and lock the door. Don’t come after me.” “No! Don’t go inside.” I grabbed Desmond’s arm. “If there are more of them and only one of you, wouldn’t they overpower you?” “I need to go. They are here for war, and I must defend us. Blood is what they crave. I can sense death spells in the air,” said Desmond.

The light alternated between bright and dark, making the darkness below appear even more mysterious and elusive. Amelia sensed that the aura contained powerful demonic energy—domineering and wild, with a rebellious and violent edge. It was definitely not a benevolent presence. "The aura of a demonic beast," Amelia said in a low, grave voice. She was already prepared to deal with any sudden developments. Amelia's gaze remained fixed on the darkness below, as the aura drew nearer and became increasingly distinct.

FAITH “I’m so excited. Touch me. Feel me.” The demon purred, and I hesitated before grabbing both sides of his head. I had never had one react in this manner before. It was unsettling and quite possibly their reason for acting that way. “You’re excited, too. You claim to hate this, but fuck do you feel powerful doing this! You love making people suffer, don’t you? You’re just like me. You can feel me right now, but I can feel you, too."