Demon In A Suit 소설 & 이야기

Something inside of him whispered to him everyday that he was a demon. “I believe I am demon.” “Demons don’t believe they are demons, they know they are demons. It’s inside of you and it reminds you everyday of what you are.” This man just described what Lucian felt everyday. It meant only one thing, Lucian was indeed a demon. Then what about him being a witch? “These things that you killed…” Lucian began. “Yes, these hideous things were also demon. Different kind of demons.” He explained. Different kind? “And by the way, burning doesn’t work on demons, we are creatures of fire, and when you kill them you need to stab their spine. That’s the only way they die.”

"You're not even crazy to go back to sleep! Open your eyes, Absinthe!” Artemisia felt like lightning had struck her body, causing her heart to almost leap from her chest. In one jump the young woman sat on the bed, feeling the energy running through each part gave body and mind. She turned her face seeing Geon sitting next to her, with a slightly rabid frown and a blue suit so rich that she looked like a baron. "Do you know how hard it was to get in here?! You look awful, by the way.” The demon said as he stood up, throwing the black robe at Artemisia.

Lucifer and I were close, almost more like brothers, and I enjoyed nagging him every now and then when given the opportunity. He was always wearing a three-piece suit no matter what the occasion, today his suit was red and appeared to be made of snakeskin. “Why did you come here, Damien?” He asked, sounding like he had no patience today. “I was wondering if you could tell me what it means when a demon and human have an electric connection by simply their touch?” He narrowed his eyes at me just as Hex had earlier and he looked down at me, “What do you mean?” His voice was a deep rumble that I felt on my feet, he was not in a good mood today.

The demon seemed to be proud of his actions. “And what would you do if they saw the camera you installed?” Chris asked with a mixture of scorn and hysteria. “No, they won't.” the demon answered confidently. “How are you so confident? And how did you know that it was Fantasia who did this?” Chris asked. He’s frustrated that only he is seemed to be afraid of what could happen. “I used a latest spy camera, much more high-tech than what they are installing. It’s very small, it’s unnoticeable.” Damien answered the first question but purposely left the second one unanswered.

demon:- listen cali what I am going to say is listen carefullthithingsg are going to get nasty to her and on, so don't talk to me because they are going to listen to us, because those masks have the technology, so don't do anything stupid, don't talk about me and don't talk about my past, if you ever feel scared just hold my hand, and don't touch any part of me, I hope you understand me, don't say anything don'don't anything. Cali:- are you crazy how in the world I am going to do that, I am afraid, I want to go home. demon:- don't be scared I am with you and I will be standing next to you, no matter what happens just trust me, I promise I will take you home soon. ****************************

“Not unless they’ve got another handsome idiot around here in a suit and perfect smile.” I laugh, though it doesn’t last. The air feels heavier with every step, and the sensation of being watched digs into my skin like invisible needles. Demon notices it too; his eyes—always defiant—now scan the narrow alleys and low rooftops with a tension he tries to mask under that cocky attitude of his. We turn the corner and find an old man blocking our path with a crooked cane and a stone-like expression. Demon, with that charm of his that’s half seduction and half provocation, tries to pry something out of him.

Kneeling down, she dipped her fingers in the droplets and drew sigils on the floor. It hadn’t even been a full day and she had to see another demon again. The summoning circle burst into flames, ghastly screams echoing in the room before a tall dark-haired man in a grey suit appeared in the middle of the circle. He was handsome but she knew it was a façade. Demons disguised themselves when they went to the mortal realm as their real form was too distracting. He narrowed his dark eyes at her. "I know you." "Hello,” she said. "I want to make a deal."

I'm speechless. What's going on with this demon?

His suite was painted black. The curtains, chairs were all black, considering himself a Demon, he portray the role of one, by going with the colour that best defines a demon - which was Black. Axton sits in the black sofa, smoking. The room was filled with smells of the cigarettes he was smoking, and he was puffing out the flames of the cigarette, through his nostrils. He was just looking like a complete devil. Braxton enters the suite, and she had this kind of happy smile on her face. She's here to talk to the Boss, and is something she won't trade for a million dollars.

One drop of my venom could poison an entire barrel of water. Actually, I'm quite catlike. Have you seen an angry cat? They strike their enemies with their tails...and so do I. Sometimes, I miss. Sometimes, I don't. Why not, really? I am a half-demon, am I not? An unholy creature? You bet! A crown assassin? Absolutely. Too bad for me, though, half-demons aren't fit to be kings. I fell into a trap; I served the crown so well that I ended up wearing it, and it doesn't want to let me go. How did it happen?