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I place my arm around her shoulder again and despite her warning earlier, she relaxes into. “It’s Deamartos.” I wait to see if she knows who I’m talking about but she makes not indication that she does.”A demon general spirit lies on this very soil.” Back in the olden days he was a master at war a general who commanded many armies. He won many battles against the human armies. “It is said that when he died they buried him somewhere here in an unmarked grave. He was so harsh and strict his own people didn’t want his corpse anywhere near them.

''AN INSTANT'' Lisa: What are you trying to say? Murea: We used to think that the only way to kill a Demon Lord is by having other beings who can stand up to him and bring him to an end. But that was wrong. There is actually another way. And that is… the complete consumption of one's 'life force' and 'spiritual energy'. Kiri: Complete consumption?

I didn’t want anyone to think I was somehow weak. The old fox laughed again. “Like Demon, there are many different Angel. You have Angel of Mercy. Angel of Death. Angel of Righteousness. Angel of Vengeance. The very devil himself is Angel.” Huh, I never thought of it that way. “Here. Demon.” The old fox motioned for his daughter who brought a long box over. “My gift to you and your mate.”

The devil's Deen is a dark room that the witches use for training and you fight with all sorts of demons but it's an illusion. She met four girls standing at the door. she reduced her walking steps to know what was amissed and heard them speaking in low tones, giggling to theirselfs. "What is going on here, she asked standing face to face with the girls. They looked at each other puzzled and one of them spoke up. "Why don't you go in there to help your friend instead of being a pet, she smirked and the others laughed. "How dare you talk so low about your queen, she gritted. She is stronger and most powerful and guess what, she smirked.

Wilbur furrowed his brows tightly. The Realm Demon has yet to appear, but the energy emanating from it was already extremely terrifying. It seemed like Stiles really lived up to his name. At this moment, Stiles placed his palms together. His spiritual flames shot up to the skies as he roared, "Chaos. Realm Demon. Slaughter." A violent spiritual energy enveloped the entire top of the hill. In the sky, the Realm Demon that Stiles summoned poked its horrifying head out of the Space Rift.

Argadon hissed, but repeated everything I said, and the demonic part of me sensed that the number of demons next to the portals considerably decreased. The others left, only those who served Argadon remained. Did he expect I would let him release all of the dark rabble? And only when I felt a cold shiver, signifying a taken oath, did I allow the gates to open wider, and Argadon’s posse to pass through. What were they like? In a word, creepy. Chimeras with flaming crests, human-headed snakes, odd-looking creatures like octopi bodies with jaws attached to them... There were many of them, and even I found it difficult to look at them. The demon seemed to grow even larger, and the fire inside hi

I tell him firmly. She's a Demon, her powers unknown. She has managed to manipulate seven powerful Angel-bloods...if she can do this, then she is very capable of using magic to kill all Demon's in an instance. Kastriv looks sceptical. "But this spirit can?" "Apparently." I shrug. He frowns, rubbing the back of his neck. "You should know that spirits cannot always be trusted. They don't abide by a moral system as we do." I nod grimly. I know that, but this spirit has spent far too long trying desperately to get in contact with me. Were they intending on harming me, why go through this much effort?

My voice rang loud, sharp as a blade. "Demons of the Gate," I bellowed, and silence fell instantly. "The time has come to rise! Show your loyalty. Show your strength. Prepare yourselves fully, for the Spirit World will fall." The ground rumbled from their cheers. "Yes! The Demon King is fierce!" "None can stop him!"

However, when these Evil Spirits continued to devour and almost reached their limit, the surrounding Demonic Spirits were not completely devoured. "Don't you need it yourself?" Caspian asked. "No..." The one behind the Gates of Hell did not hide his dislike. "No... delicious..." Caspian understood what he meant. The one behind the Gates of Hell had already eaten the Divine Soul of the Nine Sufferings Demonic Monk. The soul was like a delicacy. The remaining Demonic Spirit was the leftover material for cooking. Since he had already eaten all the delicious food, given his picky character, the one behind the Gates of Hell naturally would not be willing to eat the snacks there.

We don’t talk, we don’t look, we keep our gazes on Rosa. I hear a rumble when Rosa raises her hand and produces a ball of light. She tosses it in her palm, catching it when she throws it and it hits a door and the doors open. The screams die down. As we enter the room. A huge, open roaring fire to the left. The Gate of Purgatory hums and the souls trapped on the gate moan and move like grey shadows. The Gate is massive. The size of the room. “Guardian, I call you forward.” Rosa’s voice booms as we all watch silently as she steps forward. The gate groans and rattles as a huge demon steps forward, dragging a sword behind him that leaves a trail of sparks behind it.