Demon From Black Clover Novels & Stories

Chapter 15: Return You wake up every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired the night before, and that, my love, is bravery. *************** |Verena| "Try that one more time." Nate instructed as he advanced towards me. I aimed a kick to his chest. I wasn't even surprised when he stopped the blow smoothly, his slim fingers wrapped around my ankle as he yanked forward causing me to lose my balance. My body started plummet towards the ground.

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.

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 arch-demon who had shape-shifted into Theo laughed. "Oh no, I'm just getting started." Mars said, "Oh really?" Suddenly, Mars yelled, "Spill it, Clara!" Clara appeared from nowhere and splashed water onto the demon. The demon screamed in agony. "Where did you get this from?" Mars chuckled. "Go back to the hell you came from and stop asking questions, demon." The demon kept screaming. I realized that some of the arch-demons were actually retreating. How strong was that water?

Clea was too shocked to say anything. "You're a descendant of the Goddess Fló. A sworn protector of this town and the towners. A witch that became a demon. Ohalo is awakening the formerly asleep demon energy in you." "Demon?!" Kali exclaimed again. Clea was shaken. She didn't even know what being a Demon meant. There was no way for her to believe it since she didn't even understand. No wonder. It was close to what Kali theorized;

Dakota clearly heard the ominous sound and looked up, but there appeared to be nothing visible. His expression of astonishment had barely faded when a deafening roar echoed through the air. The true form of the entity slowly emerged from the confines of the Demon's Box—a colossal being shrouded in a sinister blood-red hue.

He has managed to treat and bandage his upper body and is about to head out of my bedroom when I stop him. “Are you going to be okay?” He smiles. He’s genuinely amused by my question. In fact, he’s laughing at me. “I’m a demon,” he reminds me. “The wounds will heal overnight.” I nod. His smile fades and he gives me one last look before leaving my bedroom. *** After a rough night of tossing and turning, I manage to get only a few hours of sleep. I climb out of bed reluctantly and get cleaned up before heading downstairs to see Annie shuffling around in my kitchen.

~ The red moon is disappearing soon and it is safe now for him to go back to the human world, his assistants hurrily brought him a new fine robe the moment he came out of water and cover his body with it The water on him dried up immediately he stepped out of the water and his body look dry like he isn’t inside water seconds ago A soft wind blows around him for sometimes and then stops just across him in the room, a beautiful demon spirit came out of the wind and the wind stops “Longtime friend” she greeted and pat Samael on his shoulder “Why are you here?” he asked her going to fetch new clothes “I came to see you my friend, it has been so long we saw each other” she said cheerfully The ass

But with a sound like pages turning. A figure stepped out from the trees, not walking—gliding. His coat was black, long, and lined with crimson thread. His eyes were like polished obsidian, glinting with amusement. Hair the color of ash. Skin too perfect to be mortal. He smiled at me. "You called, little healer." I said nothing. I stood, heart hammering, fists clenched. The demon tilted his head. "How formal. You must be Faust." "You know my name."