Novel & Cerita Demon Doors Fable 3

The area where the gate leads to Leviathan is surrounded by thicker miasma that tickles my skin. Demons are crawling out of it like swarms of ants. If I didn’t have my shadow weaving skill, I would have to fight my way through them. I momentarily had to move out of the comfort of the shadows, sneaking my way to the back to avoid confrontation from the demons nearby as I made a move towards the gate. Some of the demons noticed my presence the moment I drew near, but they were too late. I have already dived towards the gate.

Gesturing for Atlas to give him his hand the pair vanished and reappeared outside of Faelon's parent's house. "My parents are home, I can see my father through the window," Faelon growled roughly. Running up the stairs without care, Atlas knocked on the door. Faelon slapped his forehead at the brazen reaper but headed up the stairs. Raven, Faelon's mother answered the door and narrowed her eyes at them both. "Is Cora here?" Faelon inquired bluntly. Frowning, she shook her head. "No and why are there demon names written all over you son?" She questioned sourly. Atlas smiled at him and shuddered seeing Dagon come up behind her and run his eyes down Faelon's exposed flesh.

Then, Handsome's father waved his hand, adding, "I'll tell you about the Myriad Demons Burial Ground later, but tell me where you've seen the pattern on the bronze door." Handsome's father appeared anxious, and it was worse than when Caspian wanted to know about the Door to Hell before.

The doors were labelled with planets of the solar system except Earth; they were not labelled for figurative purpose because each door actually leads to the planets mentioned; those doors were known as “Dimensional Gates” Eric opened a brown door in front of him which had no tag, the door led to a large library, he climbed up three steps and was standing in the large room full of book shelves; one could spend a life time dedicated to reading and still not finish the books in this library. Mystical books of various sizes and titles like: Eye of the universe, Esoteric Time science, Time and Matter, Anti-matter and Gods, The way of Nova, The way of Elohim, The trinity, Mastering the Magic of Da

I guess I'll have to crawl. Pulling the weights along with me on the ground, I make my way over to the door. Peeking through the keyhole, I see that this door leads outside to a green field and beyond that the grey sea. It looks to be early evening. It's no doubt been a few days since the snow is almost all gone. And the blizzard that I'd remember seeing has passed through. Maybe a week? No doubt. On the horizon are only puffy marshmallow clouds. This door is heavy metal, and it would take days for me to get it to even dent. The door frame looks to have been recently renovated, and it's metal too.

Each doorway was made of the same glowing symbols that covered the walls, pulsing with that wrong green light. And through each doorway, I could see places that shouldn't exist. The first showed a forest, but the trees were wrong. Too tall, too twisted, their leaves the color of dried blood. The second showed what looked like a city, but the buildings defied geometry, leaning at impossible angles. The third showed only darkness, absolute and total, that seemed to pull at my eyes. "Three trials," Maya said, her white eyes reflecting the green glow. "Three impossible choices. Three tests of worthiness. Complete them and I'm yours again. Fail and you're hers."

They stood in the facade as the glimmering soft light intermittently revealed their ancient faces, scraggly bald heads and very long tousled and tangled beards. ‘Welcome Emre,’ they spoke subsequently after the other. ‘We have been expecting you’ they turned their backs and spoke no further as they went back into the hills. The way into the hill of the gallows was a round hole at the side of the hill, just a little bigger than that of a hearth. Worshippers and those who came to seek the knowledge of the gods crawled on their belly and found themselves in the dark endless space in the presence of the three guardians. No-one of them had beheld the Hades of this seoul but in fairness to it, no-

“You would know better than to aim for the stars next time. You might have fooled the master’s son, but we see you for the weakling that you are. Next time, you would stay well within your boundaries.” “Only,” the third demon chuckled. “There might not be a next time.” He continued. Their manic laughter erupted around the room, and Arabella tried to close her eyes, tried to shut out all their horrible threats and voices from her head. “This would be an encounter you would never forget…” The demon’s voice trailed off at the sound of the door crashing against the wall. The door flung open in front of Arabella, and her heart skipped a thousand beats at once. …….

*** On the far side of the river, Kael stepped out of a dark sedan and into the stink of the docks. The hub rose ahead of him, its facade unassuming. He smelled ozone, cooking oil, and the faint tang of solder on the damp air. “Perimeter?” he asked. “Three exits that matter,” Dima said at his shoulder. “Front door, east loading bay, west fire door that thinks it’s broken. Two more if you count the roof and the river access, but nobody sane uses either on a night like this.” “So four,” Kael said. He had brought three people: Dima, Pavel, and a woman named Yana whose hands were steady enough to do surgery and violent enough to make that a threat.

A wide, domed room, its curved walls lined with the same carved constellation motif they'd seen throughout Jonathan's other trials, and at its center, three massive doors stood arranged in a perfect triangle, each one unmarked by any handle or visible mechanism. Above each door, a single word had been carved deep into the stone. “MEMORY.” “TRUTH.” “SACRIFICE.” Beneath them, a longer inscription ran along the chamber's curved wall, worn but legible in Jonathan's unmistakable hand. "Only those who understand why Blackwood existed may continue." "Three doors," Alexander said slowly. "Three words. No instructions on which one to pick." "Maybe that's the test," Gabriel said. "Choosing wrong might