Demon Of Song Soul นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Despite the grandeur of the room, there was an unmistakable undercurrent of unease that even the ancient walls could not contain. El-Kharis sat at one end of the table, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on the other members of the Council. To his left sat Zareon, the Demon of Earth, his massive frame nearly blending with the stone of his chair. His presence was as immovable as the mountains he commanded. To El-Kharis's right was Azazel, the demoness whose allure was as dangerous as her cunning. She avoided El-Kharis's gaze, her thoughts clearly elsewhere.

"Go to sleep, Winnie. I promise that by the time you wake up, they will all be down in the depths of hell. Of course, if you want me to go down with them, I'll gladly do so, too." For some reason, I found that bitter voice to be quite familiar. It brought me right back to my high school days. So, I responded, "No. I want Finnie to live a good and long life…" Hot tears then splashed down onto my neck, like a seal on my skin.

Don’t even keep a little doubt, My life and death are with you. As you’re walking so, My breaths are with me. Oh my SOULMATE, oh my SYMPATHIZER, Without any conditions, I have become yours. ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪ ......... I finished my song. Aayu is still holding me. I turn to her and she sits on my thighs.

You're like a drug that's killing me I cut you out entirely But I get so high when I'm inside you Yeah you can start over you can run free You can find other fish in the sea You can pretend it's meant to be But you can't stay away from me I can still hear you making that sound Taking me down rolling on the ground You can pretend that it was me But no, oh Baby, I'm preying on you tonight Hunt you down eat you alive Just like animals Animals... This song was a curse to her ears. That demon who had ruined her sang it every time he unleashed his wrath on her. He would make her endure each and every lashing with those sadistically smiling eyes... "This song is my favourite now Alexandra, you know

The sound cut through the chaos, silencing the discordant symphony that had empowered Raktos. The demon's form flickered once more, his body writhing in pain. Edna pressed her advantage, channeling her will into the haunting melody that flowed from the flute. The sound enveloped Raktos, seeping into his very essence, stripping away his malevolence. Raktos let out a guttural scream, his form dissipating into ethereal wisps. The demon of music was vanquished, his power broken. The air grew still, and a hush fell over the battlefield as the remnants of his dark symphony dissipated into nothingness.

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

this is tormenting me. [Demon of Sloth -Elite rank] The unique evolution of the demon race endowed with the power of sloth, one of the seven sins. ??????????? Class- Necromancer Special skill- Resurrect Sloth skill- Negate +15 INT +5 AGI OKAY choose Demon of sloth this instant! Hahaha, seven sins…. I remember fantasizing about having the power of sins. In fact, I know everything about them, this must be fate! It even has more skills than the dragon one, which means it is stronger right. Yepp obviously I won't change my decision.

a guy asked while smiling at Emery. The guy looked at Emery’s eyes. He shivered when Emery looked at him deadly. In a swift motion, the guy struggled to get out from Emery’s grip when she choked him upward. The guy tried to reach Emery’s neck, but to no avail, and gasped for air until he was out of breath. Demonise showed up and sucked the guys’ neck dry until its limp body dropped to the ground lifeless and she took his soul. Later on, the body became ashes and vanished.

H drawled, whipping his fingers in liquid motions. “Of—of course, Prince Haien, ” the demon gulped hard before falling cleanly on the floor with its mutated scaly feet. Damn, no wonder the room smelled of ammonia. The low-class demon actually resides in a sewer-like river of Hell. “I can always give you the soul of this man.” H lazily closed his eyes and basked on the aroma of the fresh blood around him. “How about both? That would be better.” While lifting his hand higher, he opened his eyes and a rush of color changed the heterochromatic ones to a solid, glowing red.

I would have had a problem with his tone if I didn’t know that he must be going crazy with worry and trying his best not to show it. “Sorens?” I called. “Yes my queen?” He said, not taking his eyes from the direction which the singing was taking place. “Do you know how to kill a Gurumapa?” “No. I don’t think anybody alive knows how to kill one.” I nodded at his words, my head already clearing and not being affected from the song this demon sang. “I think that we will have a wonderful time finding ways to prolong this demon death, we now have a legitimate reason to torture.” I grinned as Sorens looked at me in shock at my happiness.