Demon Lord Leon 소설 & 이야기

"So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?" I shook my head, but Martha didn't let me answer, interrupting me. "Don't play games with the child, ye demon." "If he summoned me, he's not a child anymore, he's a necromancer," the demon's logic made sense. "You may call me Argadon, boy." "I'm Alex. Alexander Leonard Radenor. "Radenor... Is it a country in this world?" "Yes," I said. "Shouldn't you know this?"

“Professor, last time you told us that the first being to use magic was the Demon Lord Abaddon and that he passed down his magic ability to those who worshipped him. But why is it that humans fought him despite them praising him” Lyon was astonished to hear someone ask about the Demon Lords existence, since it was a topic tackled once by the professors and never to be spoken again. Unless a student was courageous enough to ask about it. The professor was baffled over the question of his student, the others stared at him waiting for his response, their piercing glares of curiosity made Lyon cuckle weakly. It took a few more minutes of immense staring for the professor to speak up. Lyon, knowi

Leon kept up his yells, tearing strips into the Demon of the Mist for only thinking of Eleazar as a tool to be thrown away when it was broken and useless when Eleazar had loved him and given his life for Aidan. “Kid,” Aidan interrupted, “you don’t need to say anymore.” It was then that Sophia realized Aidan was crying. Somehow, miraculously Sophia thought, the knucklehead Leon’s words had reached Aidan’s long-dead emotions. “Kid, let me borrow your dagger.” “Huh? Oh, yeah.” Leon threw his kunai to Aidan, who caught it in his teeth. The Demon of the Mist proceeded to show just how he got that name as he attacked Richard’s men with just a single dagger held in his mouth. He tore through the pa

warning about eternal fire and the devil’s grip on this generation. Leon’s hands trembled in his lap. He could feel sweat sliding down his back under his shirt. His bandaged knees ached from sitting so still, but he didn’t dare shift. Every sentence felt like it was aimed directly at him. The memories he tried so hard to bury kept surfacing — Aaron’s thumb on his tongue, the almost-kiss on the rooftop, the way his body had reacted in the shower earlier while thinking about the very things his father was now calling demonic. *Unclean. Abomination. Perverse.*

Leiya giggled when she looked at me. “Nayla," she called my attention from trying to figure out how I was floating. “This is Helion," she looked at him with the most tender eyes. “The prince of hell." My jaw dropped when I heard the words. The famous demon king that every town feared was the man who looked at Leiya with eyes softer than that of a cat. The scary, demonic image I had built in my head, with the help of everyone I cared to talk to about him, suddenly vanished from. It was instantly replaced with the man I was seeing. The tender, playful man who treated Leiya with love.

"Attack!' Eris shouted out loud. The demons were startled at the sudden invasion of their enemy. Both enemies clashed with each other. The werewolves, leonines, lycans, vampires, and dark elves joined forces together to defeat the demons. Along with the three commanders and Cayden, Iris and Eris ran up towards the ritual. Eris grabbed a demon growling angrily at the scared guard. "What is the ritual all about? I'm sure there's more to it than to gain immortality." the guard whimpered in fear.

I heard Deucalion’s voice ask from behind me. Just as I turned to answer him, all the torches, candle stands, and chandeliers in the hall went out leaving us in total darkness. I tried to navigate my way around the darkness for a few seconds but before I could make it to Valerian, I felt someone seize me by the neck. I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Illyria!!”

But I sometimes wonder why he doesn’t speak to me. “He has mood swings,” my wolf, Ryder, pitched. I smiled. Of course he has. I should really start training on how to be in sync with my two sides. I did that before but Alma told me I am a demon king, so my demon should be dominant and I listened to her because I thought it was a smart idea. How will my demons like Lillian when I don’t even show them my wolf's side? I messed up badly. “Yeah, you did. I don’t appreciate being put in a corner,” Ryder said, and I can feel him stretching.

Hendrix replied. "The demon in me is your lord, Hendrix?" Alex asked, puzzled. "Yes, he is. Haven't you wondered why I am the only one who can make you return to your normal state whenever it feels like you're about to erupt?" Hendrix eyed Alex and continued, "I'm the demon's keeper. Its protector. Your people have harmed my demon, and that is why I would ruin them."

"He is one of the most powerful and cunning creatures in all of the supernatural realm. His charm is strong, and he can manipulate even the strongest-willed individuals." He paced back and forth, his eyes fixed on the talisman in my hands. "You must always be on guard, and never let your guard down," he said. "Remember, he is a master of deception, and he will use every trick in the book to get what he wants." I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I will be careful," I promised. The Lycan sorcerer's expression softened slightly. "I know you will," he said. "But remember, the Demon werewolf is not to be trifled with. If you ever feel like you are in danger, you must come to m