Demon Art Tamari Novels & Stories

demon:- listen cali what I am going to say is listen carefullthithingsg are going to get nasty to her and on, so don't talk to me because they are going to listen to us, because those masks have the technology, so don't do anything stupid, don't talk about me and don't talk about my past, if you ever feel scared just hold my hand, and don't touch any part of me, I hope you understand me, don't say anything don'don't anything. Cali:- are you crazy how in the world I am going to do that, I am afraid, I want to go home. demon:- don't be scared I am with you and I will be standing next to you, no matter what happens just trust me, I promise I will take you home soon. ****************************

“Demon flame art: Purga!” All of the demons in the cube erupted in the same green flame. They withered away, but more too their place. “Fine then.”, she said, as a dagger appeared in her hand. She raised it up and mad e a single stroke down. “Antaroq Eznon Dymor!”

Again, not afraid. “Uh-huh,” the boy muttered, not turning around. Lech did not see how the young sorcerer smiled. Nothing, let the blond fool. In two days he'll have to tidy up the dead room. And Tamir purposely had a gift in store for this occasion. Nadys stole while he was moving a dead bull from the barnyard into the dungeon. The bull had horns - that's it. But the carcass was almost decomposed, and it stank so much that tears fell from the eyes. Tamir courted her... he smeared the liver of a bloodsucker so that it would not carry the stench, in some places with a harsh thread he pulled the tendons that had come off the bones, he undermined the horns. It turned out to be a miracle.

"Origin Demonic Art?" "Analyze." [Analyzing…] [The book is a technique book with illusion magic cast on it that features demonic art.] [This book will draw the attention of anyone who gets close to it.] "What kind of demonic art is it?" [Mystic Rank - Lower Demon Mutational Art] [Consuming the blood of living beings will greatly accelerate growth. Consuming the blood of the same species will accelerate advancement] [Side effect: becomes a demonic mutant]

My mind snapped back to reality and I shoved myself off of him, cheeks red hot with embarrassment. “S-sorry” I said, wringing my hands together before looking him in the eyes. “Thank you, truly. You saved my life back there…?” “Elliot. Elliot Bishop, but you can just call me Eli" he stuck his hand out. “Tamara Jones” I firmly shake his surprisingly soft hands. “Tamara. That’s a pretty name.” “Well Eli, it’s a very fine pleasure to meet you. That was a very brave thing for you to do. How did you get us out, by the way?” The fuzzy memory of him potentially jumping off the cliff flashed in my mind.

Pulling out another wire, I put the two tips together, and sparks fly. Seems legit. Bringing the cans over to where I'm sitting, I start opening them and pouring the liquids into a single can, the biggest one. The smell is awful. It's almost as if the smell was made specifically to make your face wrinkle in disgust. The can won't hold all the liquid, so I improvise and use the second largest can as well. That should do. Now I have to...

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

The sound of the door slamming against the wall is enough to get them to pull their heads from the neat piles of cocaine on the table. “Well, if it isn’t my dear friend, Damien.” Arman claps with an excited chuckle, his words slurred, eyes bloodshot, his nose covered with cocaine powder. Devon, on the other hand, is all smiles. Sipping on what looks like whiskey, he waves me over. “Damien, old friend, care to join us?”

I realized it too. When he watched until the end of our wedding ceremony, after that, right in front of everyone to make me regret, he made a horrible choice. He want to remove his heavenly spiritual heart and offer it to the Aztarion Abyss just to become a Demon Alpha God. This act marked the easiest yet most difficult way to becoming an Devil. Once that happens, he would become a great destruction of everything, he will consumed by anger like no love, no mercy. Cruelty would define him forever.

What is he doing here? Demon: Is there anyone here with the name of Ban? Do you mind coming with me for a bit? Student 1: That is Drago Soberta. A demon Lord and the renowned best beast tamer. What does he want with a demon of unknown background? The room was once again filled with whispering. I stood up and left the classroom. Then as soon as we were a few distant from the classroom Drago stopped and looked at me and straightforwardly said. "Ban L Avareza I choose you to inherit my legacy.''