Demon Of Song Soul นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“How is that possible?” “Demons are inky things, they have ruined soul. So, they are always on the lookout for souls to keep themselves alive. Demons crave whole souls, you know. That's the first indication you're dealing with one. He'd check your purity like a horse's teeth.” “How…?” Andrea began, but she stopped herself at the sight of her smile. “Never mind, if Dorcas is a demon, don't you think the council would know? Or detect his scent or something?"

- I couldn't resist. He chuckled. - If you wanted to drag me into your bed, I would have been there already. – I assumed. - So, my body does not interest you, then what do you want from me? - Soul. – Without hesitation for a second, the demon answered. What a twist…

She patted my shoulder, trying to comfort me in some way. " I will live my life even though death is absolute rather than live one without killing the Demon Lord! For this life is mine! And there's nothing you can do about it!" I glared at her, her dark blue eyes were filled with pity and a tired look... I soon broke eye contact by bowing and leaving the room. (Insert soundtrack -Assassin By Muse) [ V7 frowns as the song plays on a loop in his mind, indicating his soul was singing out his frustration. One of the many perks of being created by the goddess of beauty, his heart sings whenever he's lost in his own emotions]

“I thought I did, too, but who knows now. It could have been the demon we summoned for all we know.” “Which demon?” “Ammit,” he spat. “Eater of souls.” I had spent a fair amount of time studying up on demonology, and for the life of me, I could not think of why they would want to summon her. Demons could not lie, though. Only twist their words in such a way that the truth became miserably ambiguous. That being said, I was inclined to think it was the demon that had sought me out, not one of our friends. The comments the woman made about the weight of my soul tracked if it was Ammit. But, she called my soul light. Why would she come after my soul if it was light? She could only consume heavy

“The incantation will suppress it, but you have to bind it to a living soul first. The sacrifice of that soul is the only way to banish the demon for good.” Fear tremors through me as I realize what she means. Somebody is going to have to die if we want to get rid of Amos for good. It’s too much to ask, too much to even contemplate. As Helen and I sit in shocked silence, Mama Janvier produces a small, oddly shaped bottle seemingly from thin air and presses it into my shaking hand. “The sacrificial soul must drink this before the incantation is spoken, and it must happen in the swamp where the demon resides,” she says.

I kept my eyes on my shoes, wishing the sun would just finish setting so we could go back inside. “You know,” Jeremiah said, breaking the quiet. “There is an old story about this time of evening. They say dusk is when the demons come out.” I bit my lip to keep from rolling my eyes. I didn't think he was the type for ghost stories. I decided to play along just to keep the conversation moving. “Demons? What are they looking for?” I asked, stepping slightly closer to him as a shadow flickered in the trees. “They hunt for souls,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “They call out your name. They can mimic the voice of anyone you trust. A friend, a parent, or someone you love. If you answer th

The demon’s voice echoed through the city, ancient and contemptuous. “The Song will not be completed, girl. The Third Note belongs to the dark.” Evangeline stepped forward, flute trembling in her grip. “Then take it from me.” The demon surged but she didn’t run, she instead played. The final note rose, defiant and pure. Not high, but deep. Rooted. Earthbound. Like the rumble before a quake. The sound struck the demon mid-charge. It convulsed, spine snapping backward, mouth splitting open in a scream too large for its body. Veins of gold light ran through its skin before it exploded in a shockwave of dust and shrieking wind.

“You think demon’s don’t have souls.” He cocked his head. “Seeing what we are capable of, would you say otherwise?” As I chose my next words carefully, my fingers found their way into my hair. Sometimes the pulling wasn’t a conscious habit. If I were stressed, it just sort of happened. “No, I wouldn’t,” I agreed, tugging two strands free. “But there are different kinds of demons. My kind believes our Goddess pairs us with our perfect match—the missing half of our soul. She doesn’t make mistakes. The mate-bond wouldn’t have anything to attach to if you didn’t have a soul.”