Demiurge Marvel Novels & Stories

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.

Uriel's expression didn't change in the least. "Regretful but warranted, child. Mortas is the son of Asmodeus the demon of lust and Lucifer's grandson and should not be reproducing offspring," he growled softly and I eyed him oddly over that tidbit of information. "Salgos is my father, you're mistaken. I've never even met Asmodeus," I replied back. Uriel looked up and laughed cruelly.

Some group of girls passing by mocked me and laughed. I ignored them since this wasn’t the first time I’ve gotten such a compliment. I could see some of the men and women dancing slowly to the tune of the music as they waited for Lord Lucifer's arrival. Lord Lucifer Demi thana, is the son of the late ruler,Demoni thana. Demoni thana ruled for a hundred years before he died and his son took over.

Roderigo inched out of the restroom. He had checked every corner of the apartment looking for something, anything to link to the murderer. The area has been red taped restricting commoners from accessing the environment. One the right side of the room was a picture of the model in a black bikini, a glass of wine was in her left hand while a glass cup containing the wine was in her left hand. It was an unaware picture of the I*******m influencer, Marie Leet.

The gods and goddesses are more powerful but because of the kindness of the ancestor of the vampires Vlademort Domenico to the gods and goddesses, the world of vampires has been empowered to call them the strongest and highest creatures in the world of Ambrogio. Deitas is the most beautiful in the world of Ambrogio. Because the life of the gods and goddesses is abundant, they are also beautiful where they keep every crop in their territory vibrant. From the little things in that place is powerful and holy. This kingdom is ruled by a couple of gods and goddesses.

They hugged for a little while before they left themselves, the tiny faires still perching on Elle shoulders. Elle then turned back to face the other four with a big smile on her face, "You probably don't know who this is right?" Mamock asked pointing at the strange face standing beside her and Elle just nodded with a pleasant smile on her face. "I'm Demi, a halfling" the strange man introduced himself while stretching out his hand for a handshake. Elle grabbed his hand with a smile on her face "I'm Elle, the life force" the man smile with a nod.

"They didn't clone you from her. They cloned you from me. From the first Demi who failed." The tree splits open. Inside— A glass coffin. With me inside. Not a corpse. A blueprint. The glass doesn’t break. It unfurls. One moment, the other me is trapped behind frosted panes—the next, her fingers are through the surface, gripping my face with a lover’s tenderness. Her skin isn’t skin at all, but shifting layers of black-gold code, alive and hungry. "Say it," she whispers. My mouth moves without permission. "I am the Demi Protocol."

Evelyn has seen mages, elves, dragons, giants, and goblins in this other world, but not demons. Demons are a collective term for all the foul and unclean demons of the Abyss that grow in the Old Realm, cut off from all time and space, and are the offspring of the Old Gods. Thousands of years ago, the Old Gods were overthrown by the New Gods and banished to the Old Realm, and it is the New God system that the off-world continent Evelyn is on believes in.

Others rush the injured to Cerberus’s gates, where the guardian beast protects the medical teams. Then it happens. The enemy unleashes their gods. We knew this was coming. We studied the line-up. Whiro, Māori god of the dead, appears first. His reptilian-human hybrid form is pure nightmare fuel. He devours souls—any souls—and grows stronger with every bite. Watching him swallow demons whole is disturbing. Then comes Ahriman, the Iranian god of strife, slithering forward on a serpent body, his face a chaos Picasso would worship. Four horns spiral from his skull, directing bedlam wherever they point.

I watched as my mate adorably stuffed her face with the greasy meal that my clan members made for her. I can’t believe I found her. After all this time of searching, I finally found her. This was something that I wasn’t going to take for granted. With her home used to be in America, and the fact that she’s human, it was hard for me to find her. She didn’t belong to a pack. She didn’t belong to a coven. She didn’t belong to a group. She didn’t have a hint of demon or any other type of supernatural creature scent on her. No wonder why I couldn’t find her when I roamed through the world of supernatural creatures.