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SASHA VAHEMIR The page flips and end at a certain page, and I understand. It is the evil presence in my room trying to communicate with me. "The individual conjuring the spell must make a pact and sacrifice something they love to ensure the wicked of evil spirit don't possess the body", I translate to English as I read it aloud. "What do you need?"I ask no one and every spirit around, and the page flips backwards, and it stops at a certain page, and the subheading is written 'HUMANITY'.

The Witch Guardian replied gently but firmly. “This curse was created in Daimon’s realm. The instability of the magic ties it to that place. Only there can we access the energies required to undo it”. Evelyn’s grip on Alex’s hand tightened as tears welled in her eyes. “I’ll go!” Evelyn’s voice echoed in the silent room. Alex turned to her, his heart breaking at the fear etched into her face. “No! You are not going there. I am not letting you do this” He cupped her face with both hands.

she warned, her words heavy with dread. "Oh, okay," Delilah replied, her voice filled with a mix of apprehension and determination. She took a deep breath to steady herself before stepping forward toward Dorcas. With fervent resolve, Delilah began to chant prayers, her voice echoing through the room as she poured her energy into the incantations. The intensity of the moment hung heavily in the air, as if the fate of their coven depended on the success of their efforts. As Delilah's words filled the room, a sense of hope mixed with trepidation gripped everyone present. Their eyes remained fixed on Dorcas, silently praying for her release from whatever dark forces had taken hold of her.

Torthrazen, the Demon of Alchemy Knowledge. Xoth'tith, the Demon of Magic Runes. Urgralan, the Demon of Curses. Iz'golen, the Demon of Malicious Thoughts. These were the four Demons that had contracted with Lesithea and Ainz in the past, and who had tormented them afterward. According to Belphegor, these Demons had semi-ethereal forms but could materialize themselves to fight. They were sealed through the use of powerful Curse and Runes made by the very same power they taught to their contractors, how ironic.

He replied, peeling away from where he had been leaning against the door. "Some of that blood money is being put to good use after all." I responded. His mouth curled into that amused curve that set my teeth on edge. Santiago was like an impenetrable, steel door, nothing could get to him or ruffle his feathers. Not even the arrest had been enough to shake him. I wasn't sure if it was his self discipline or the belief that he could get away with anything. "Yes, Nina." He said. "I give back to the community so my soul will be spared from eternal damnation."

Scrawled in frantic strokes, underlined three times: > "ONLY THROUGH SACRED SACRIFICE... SHALL THE SOUL BE FREED." --- Sacrifice. I read it again. And again. My stomach turned. For weeks we had tried to reverse the curse—through mirrors, blood sigils, forbidden songs. But none of it worked. Because we’d been trying to undo the spell. Not complete it. I turned the page over—searching for a name, an instruction, a loophole. Something. Anything. But there was nothing else.

In waves, I’m hot and then cold and the drone of the words carries on over me, entrancing and terrifying all at the same time. “I command you, impure spirit, along with all your minions now assaulting this servant of God, by the mysteries of the incarnation, passion, resurrection, and ascension of our Lord Jesus Christ, by the descent of the Holy Spirit, by the coming of our Lord for judgment, that you surrender up to me the child of God, Jack Mueller Junior and make your departure. I command you moreover to obey me, I who am a minister of God despite my unworthiness. Dare not be emboldened to harm in any way this creature of God, or the bystanders, or any of their possessions.” The fingers

" Asked Devora. Elly looked at Devora with a proud smile, " The Demon Emperor promised me that he would make me a full -fledged demon spirit and he would give me an immortal human body if I could inflict suffering on many people. But unfortunately, he was defeated by his opponents in the past. But before he was finally defeated and imprisoned in the sacred chest, he sent messages using telepathy to his human disciples and evil souls like me. He promises that he will return and whoever obeys his command about sowing evil will have a reward when he returns. He also spread evil soul like me on various objects such as amulets, but I don't have the ability to come out of the amulet. But now that

They held each other again and took a long, lasting glance at the devil's domicile. If only they knew that they hadn't met the devil yet, that they'd barely met his cohorts, they'd return to Earth, preaching about the end of days. They all closed their eyes as Sir. Oswic chanted, “Corrupeo Demonenis Silite Divinarbus.” **

asked Ethan after a long pause. "I'll make the recipe. And I'll also be waiting here to schedule a medical examination for Miss Russell while you go to the pharmacy," said Anthony. Ethan nodded in understanding. Next, he turned his head towards William. Want to find out the response of the owner of this room. But in fact the man seemed not to care about anything. "This is the recipe," said Anthony while giving Ethan the recipe that had to be redeemed. Ethan accepted then immediately greeted the pharmacy. "Are you feeling better, Miss Russell? Is it still hard to breathe?" Anthony asked Leona.