Novel & Cerita Demon Murmur

I stared at him while waiting for an answer. “It’s a Demon’s symbol.” My eyes furrowed at what he said. I stared at his eyes but he seems serious! But what? Demon’s symbol? I don’t understand. “D-Demon?” I stammered. He nodded and looked away. He’s now back on staring at the glass wall. I shook my head in disagreement. “Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing about Demons! I am finding the murderer and-“ “It’s always been the Demon’s fault, Majesty. They are just using the people to do bad things but it’s always been their idea to hurt and kill someone.” He said while staring at the glass wall. I am even more confuse now.

Alex sat with his back close to the female demon. Just as he was about to press on the button to snap a picture, he suddenly heard a voice. Clang, clang, clang! The seven steel chains pinned against the female demon’s body started vibrating intensely, and they made a rapid screeching sound. “D*mn!” The silent interior of Soul Refining Tower suddenly created a lot of noise. Alex was so startled that he scrambled onto his feet and jumped three steps away. He then looked at the female demon, nervous and dumbfounded. ‘What’s going on? Could this female demon still have a spiritual presence? Does she not like having her photo taken?’ he wondered.

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;

I closed the door behind us although it was no use, everyone could easily hear what we are talking with their werewolf hearing. “Dumeny.” I closed my door and gulped soundly. Why this task is suddenly feeling more tough than I thought? “Dumeny. Is something wrong?” what the hell Emmy? Dumbest question to start with. He glances up, his black eyes darkening as his gaze runs up and down my body. My blood chills. “No.” His answer was concise, rude, and dismissive. I stand there like the idiot I professed not to be. He is mad angry.

Richard's heart pounded as he stepped into the dilapidated hospital, the heavy metal door slamming shut behind him with a resounding clang. The eerie silence was broken only by the scurrying of unseen creatures in the shadows. He had heard whispers of the abandoned building's dark secrets, tales of supernatural occurrences and demonic possessions that sent shivers down his spine. Yet, here he was, drawn to the forbidden like a moth to a flame.

He knew that he had met his end. “Take him away!” Peter instructed. The special forces went to the basement with Greg. I followed. The moment the lift doors were opened, we smelt a strong chemical scent. It was not a warehouse. Instead, it was a luxurious and well-equipped lab. There were a lot of devices and blinking lights. On the rack next to the wall, there were a lot of test tubes. On one of the rows, there was a blue tag. It said: Angel’s Kiss. At the deepest corner of that lab, there was a heavy metal door.

“Seriously Noah, go away. I can handle it.” The demon lifted himself up and looked down at her. “If you need us, we’re outside. Just scream nice and loudly.” Serenity watched as the demon left, closing the door most of the way and she sighed, laying back against the pillow. Her eyes gravitated to the ceiling and she counted the rivets in the plasterboard. What was she going to see when she finally relived some of the demon’s memories? Were they going to be horrific? How long would it take her to fall asleep? Would she feel it coming over—

Desperation clawed at me as I rounded the corner, and for a brief second a glimmer of hope filled me at the sight of a familiar door. “Dad!” I screamed, my fists slamming against the wood. “Dad! Are you in there? I—I need help. There’s a demon in here!” The sound of rummaging came from the other side, followed by a few quiet grunts. The demon rounded the corner at the end of the hall and paused. It cocked its head, watching me with those crimson eyes. Why did it look curious? Fuck it. It didn’t matter what the thing was feeling.

I hissed. “I dare not.” His eyes darted to mine, then back to my fur. “I have to inform you… this resembles vitiligo. A depigmentation disorder. It is common among humans, and sometimes animals. But—” he paused, and his voice dropped lower, “I have never, in all my years, seen a demon with it.” I let out a bitter laugh. “You insult me. You think I came here for human diagnoses?” “It is no insult,” he replied quickly. “I tell you what I see. The skin, the fur—it loses pigment. There is no pain? No burning?”

He clenched his fist and stepped a little closer towards the boulder, his booted feet making a depression on the black sand. The Encyclopedia of Demons or popularly known as the Dictionnaire Infernal is the book Marcus had found in the Vatican Archives that talked about the demon with blue and violet flames. It may not have given a fitting picture of what the hellish entity looked like, but it was able to provide enough information for him to use.