Demon Journey 소설 & 이야기

Then the Demon Hunter turns to me, not to crack a joke, but with concern on his face. "I have read of this before, in old legends. Is it?" "My dear friend, I am afraid that the first spell has been cast." Azron, who has now picked up his pace, tries to encourage our nervous minds to get to the car as soon as we possibly can. "Damien, you know what creatures shall now come to the surface." "I am afraid I do, and there is no way of warning any soul, whether immortal or mortal in kind."

The more distance I had, the better I could prepare for his attacks. Devere righted himself and began to hover. I used Reggie’s glamour to make him think he was seeing me hovering as well. While he was distracted, I called a demon down to take Ford to the dragons. The bleeding was severe and he wasn’t healing. The demon flew away, as I felt an arm slip around my neck.

He would keep the house and his car in case we ever choose to come back so that we would have a place to stay. “Now focus,” Damien said as his blue eyes stared into my hazel eyes. “Let out your demon and focus on where you want to go,” our hands were together and we stood in the clean living room. I looked at the ground at our feet and focused my eyes until I could see a speck of dust on the hard wooden floors, telling me that I successfully let out my inner demon and it was now time to attempt my teleporting into Hell. I took a deep breath and focused on the things that Damien had told me about Hell, about the Garden, and I imagined myself surrounded by fire and screaming souls. Why did I f

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.

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

a low-level Demon, approaching their cave little by little from the border of the jungle. That demon has three eyes and three legs, stepping on the snow, making a "poop, poop" sound.

It wailed and disappeared in a cloud of smoky poison. Jason grabbed Maddie's arm and ran towards Ayesha, whose demon had also disappeared. Her clothes were peppered with holes where the demon's poison has splashed on her as she struggled to stand up. Ethan also finished off his own demon with a last flick of the sword and ran towards them. The other Tracker demons had entered the diner and were running towards them. Holding hands with the others, Maddie caught a last glimpse of the ruined diner and the demons slashing at them with their tentacles before she was drawn like a fish on a line into a well of darkness.

The demonic energy is reeking from their body that sends shivers to every being standing near them. Their red eyes seemed to kill at any moment. "The king is coming, let's not let the demons do more harm!" War general Antonino Galaden Ambrosias said. "Protect the town of Samona!" "Yes!" The sentinels shouted and prepared their shields to meet the demons. The war is about to begin, and the dark lord is about to rise again. ••• Alessia's POV We boarded Armageddon to Samona. But most of the waitresses were flown by Waldorf airplane to Valencia.

After some minutes of restless thinking, I finally came to a decision. My heart was heavy, but I knew what I had to do. I stood, smoothed down my clothes, and forced my legs to carry me through the endless corridors of Damon’s mansion. The place was so massive that I still wasn’t used to finding my way around, and it didn’t help that my nerves were practically eating me alive. After a few wrong turns, I finally located his home study. Before I even had the chance to knock, his voice came from inside, calm and commanding, as though he had sensed me lingering outside.

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.