Demon Dentist Book の小説・ストーリー

Angelic Demon episode 14 A phone call interrupted the sad atmosphere. They were all sitting on an arm chair in Roderigo's room. Hands on their cheeks, tapping their feet closely, they were too worried to go home. There is a killer on loose. This was not there first time working overnight so it was not a big deal to them. The last time they worked overnight was when an antique was stolen in a museum. The collected who reported the incident got killed as well as other people. The investigation lasted for months and they all lost something very valuable to the killer. The thought of losing again made them shiver.

“They knew what they were doing. But maybe-maybe, they used potions. Would they risk the easiness of runes? If I had them all, they-they would be so easy. But potions… they are all around but so, so, hard to manufacture…” I shifted my focus to the unsteady stack of books on the table and saw one on top with a red decorative cover that was so hard to comprehend but the image of red horns, which were in a deeper color, was easy to decipher. The title said; WOUND (Wolves Understanding of Demons) I was so shocked by that last word that I whispered out, “Demons?” The Zeta froze and I cursed, hiding myself behind the bookcase again. Escaping would be impossible because he’d see me running out of t

"Allied or not, I want to know your motivation.” Tennebris rolled his eyes, but crossed his arms in front of his chest, and gently arched an eyebrow. "There is a book used to summon demons. There is a copy in the human world. And the dumb nun read a good part of it. That's why one of my demons was invoked. That's all I know.” "How many of them were invoked with her reading?” The question seemed to catch him off guard. Your expression faltered that seriousness a little. I kept staring at him with my chin up, without being shaken by anything.

"Have you read these books? I mean, have you read every page of each one?" "No, although I have learned quite a bit from it." The two men widen their eyes. "But what's going on anyway? Why are they reacting this way?" They both go into a deep silence, thinking about the best way to start the subject. The dark-haired demon points with his finger to the black-covered book. "That is a Grimoire of Dark Magics. You probably used some spell from here to summon me." Then he points to the other volume, the gray-covered one.

I picked it up and studied it. Black and red; it must have been made from cooled magma or something. A pentagram design drew my eyes first and an unreadable, infernal script covered the band. I could tell Kenton thought it was awesome, but he knew better than to voice that opinion in front of me. Meanwhile, Roderick examined a bookshelf. There weren’t many tomes in it, but it had caught his attention. He ran his fingers along the spines and tilted his head to read the titles. “Books on Demonology,” he muttered.

"If you burn this, your story with me... it never reaches a conclusion. We'll be in this 'Volatile Middle' forever. The tension, the fighting, the hunger... it never settles into peace." Elara looked into his grey eyes. She saw the demon who had branded her, the man who had died for her, and the partner who was now standing in the Zero-Point with her. "Peace is just another word for 'Paid in Full', Vane," Elara said. "And I’m not interested in being settled." She touched the flame to the corner of the book. The leather didn't burn with orange fire. It erupted in a geyser of white light and rainbow colored ink. The pages turned into birds made of words, flying out of the vault, through the co

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.

Guess even demons follow the universal language too'' I surfed through the books and came across books that seem interesting but written in an unknown language. As I was looking for books that might help me, I saw a book that stood out way more than any other. It has a dark green color cover. I took it and to my surprise the content was not written in their language or english but Japanese. ''What is going on here?'' Why would any demon choose to write this book in Japanese.? As I was racking my brain suddenly a voice from behind me said

"Oh, yah! The one right at the corner you see him?" "That dinosaur senior?"

“What the bloody hell is that?” I moved away from Ryker, my eyes were solely fixated on the book. Wiping away the shattered glasses, I did not care if it would hurt me. Once it was clean, I read the book to Ryker. “It is the Book of The Damned.” All I wanted was to get a hold of that book and satisfy my curiosity but when I did, I could feel the power surging from the book, my hands were painfully attached to it. Then the book opened, forcing my palm to hold it up the pages started to flip rapidly. So many images flashed through my mind but none of which I recalled. The book slammed shut and I blinked. I turned to Ryker and swallowed before finding my voice to speak, “Did you see that?”