Romans & histoires Demon Crying

Furthermore, I immediately turned around, deathly afraid, to discover that no one else was present, except for me. Likewise, I was still frightened to death from what I had experienced when I started hearing the creaking sound of the door as it slowly opened right in front of me. Slowly and cautiously, I shifted my gaze forward and in an instant, my eyes widened in sheer terror and my jaw dropped open in great shock as I could not believe what I am seeing with my very own eyes. A shrill, blood-curdling scream echoed all over the house as everything went black.

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

And imagine the pleasure. Feet stomping has me alert and aware. The door opens up and in comes the devil. He has a shirt on, with a jacket. He also has pants that look too baggy for him, and the sinister smile of his. His feet are bare. I glare at him. He walks in slowly, pacing his way so he stands in front of me. Crouching down, he leans forward enough that I can smell the odor of blood rolling off him. "How's my little bird doing now that his legs are snapped?" he asks with a sadistic smile. His white teeth looked stained with red and gore. Ew.

“I’m sorry.” Downstairs, Melody sat at the dining table. Tears continuously stream down her face, "Why the tears, Mel?" Mateo’s demonic voice echoed in the darkroom as Melody's breath hitched before she forcefully swallowed, "I'm so used to seeing positive Melody, the woman who wants everyone to be happy, especially when some of us need nothing more than misery and pain," he said as his shadow drew closer and closer causing goosebumps to raise on her arms as she slightly shook.

Sometimes she is happy, sometimes she is crying over nothing, and most of the time she is angry. Do you know what is scary to them? When she is crying when she doesn't know why she is crying a river? And, when I try to ask her she became furious with her fangs out, her red eyes, and her sharp nails. Ready to attack. It's not like she has ever attacked me or anything but the sight is scary enough to even make the demon king fear his own beautiful wife. " I...I am sorry, I totally forgot but husband, I am craving your blood too. What should I do? But, don't worry I will manage for now but don't return until you give my parents the invitation." she apologized.

Liyla slowly walked towards the door and called her father but he was just staring at something Liyla couldn't see. "Dad is that you, dad! where is this place, I'm so scared!." She came close to him and behold a bloody sight, a demon with one eye plucked out, hanging on the eye socket and the left part of the brain was skulless pumping out blood like a running tap, then it stretched it's hand towards Liyla and tried to grab her by the hand. She screamed as loud as possible and fell on the floor crawling backwards, she continued crying and tried escaping but the demon was to fast, it cought her leg then choked her by the neck, raised her up above the ground, Liyla was loosing consciousness th

I asked Valerie. “That was a Grim demon. They are a type of Abyss demon created when werewolves or humans experience great pain before they die. Their restless souls wander around for a while and soon become corrupted, then merge together at a center to become... that thing you saw. Depending on the number of people that died, there could be hundreds in this forest,” Valerie said. “No! You can't be serious,“ I said, tears gathering in my eyes. “How did you find it anyway?” Marie asked.

There's no way through Demon Alpha would definitely cry. He slowly turned to face the alpha, his heart skipping a beat as he saw the tears streaming down Theo's face, his eyes red and puffy from crying. 'What the hell!' Ashton thought inwardly. It was the first time Ashton had ever seen the alpha cry, and it shook him to his core, leaving him feeling stunned and bewildered. Not only that... but thus is the Demon Alpha of all people. To see this great person cry in front of him and because of him made Ashton’s leg nearly give up on standing.

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

Without warning, I landed hard on the ground, rolling across the dirt several times before my forehead slammed against the trunk of a tree. A cry ripped from my throat as pain exploded behind my eyes. Dark spots danced across my vision, growing larger with every passing second. "What was that?" I demanded, my voice weak as my eyelids began to droop. To my surprise, an answer came. "A demonstration." I stared into the encroaching darkness. Zaka. It was him. "A demonstration of what?" The scent of damp earth and crushed leaves filled my senses as consciousness steadily slipped away. "Of why you should listen when I speak."