Demon Of Song Soul Novels & Stories

The healer stiffened, then immediately gathered his things and withdrew without a word, closing the door behind him. “I heard about the attack,” Kai said, breath still uneven. Asher’s gaze stayed forward. “What did you find on what I asked you to investigate?” Kai straightened. His expression hardened. “A soul-eating demon.” Asher turned slightly. Kai continued. "It hunts those burdened with painful memories.” Asher didn’t speak, only watched him. He paused, letting the weight of it sink in. “If the demon succeeds in consuming a soul… it becomes even more powerful. Almost unstoppable.”

“Do you want the blood of eight people, fresh and warm?” Ak-kvir considered my words for a moment. “Yes.” “Get me to them, and I’ll grant you their bodies and their blood.” “What about their souls?” “I can always summon another,” I hinted. The demon growled, clearly unhappy. “I will get you there, all r-r-right. Bodies and blood are mine?” “Yes. A necromancer’s word.” “Climb up.” I laughed at his inanity. “Should I take a whip? An oath, you beast!”

“Is this something worth getting so pleased over? Youʼre no more than a sword spirit that belonged to the Waitara Path at the moment.” “Iʼm not a sword spirit. Iʼm a soul spirit,” the demonic James replied unhurriedly, “The soul spirit is required for the awakening of my Soremsia. In fact, it is the most crucial part of the awakening.” “Which soul spirit are you?” James asked. The demonic James responded, “You got it wrong. Thereʼs only one soul spirit, and we are practically indestructible. “You wonʼt be able to kill me. Only the Nine Caeloros Gods could do that if they exited the Xyrisia Gate and came after me themselves.

This was precisely what made demons so dangerous. The demon lord approached slowly, savoring the moment. It gestured to its horde, and more demons poured through the walls to keep the surviving Blackthorne wolves busy. "I must eat you," it said, kneeling down beside me. "I must know what makes your soul sing so sweetly to the divine." I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe without sending fresh waves of agony through my torn chest. Blood filled my mouth, warm and metallic. But all I could think about was Ciara.

A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground. The soul looked surprised but then continued sitting and showing an 'I don't care' attitude. Of course, it would behave like that because it was a soul and felt that it wouldn't be touched by anything. But I knew that this demon can definitely cause harm to it because the mirror summons demons according to my situation. The demon reached out and tried to grab the soul in vain. The soul laughed at the demon's attempt and laughed at me as well. To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul.

"You're really cute. You think that working hard is all you need for success? You're never getting Father's throne. Hard work can never beat natural talent. It is going to be fun to engrave this lesson into your body, and when you're on the ground and hurt, I'm taking her in front of you." Dagon growled. "I swear," he whispered. "You will never touch her." "What does a demon want with a pure soul like that anyway? Besides consuming it I mean. I could understand if you were after her for a feast, but that look in your eyes isn't about that." "None of your business," Dagon rushed forward but Death was prepared. As Dagon kicked out and tried to take his legs out from beneath him, Death hopped o

Soft screams and sorrowful cries could be heard if one listened closely. The figure had black hair that slightly covered his red eyes. He was wearing a tuxedo and had a pair of black wings on his back. He was simply sitting there while holding the canister. “Hmm, it’s only been a few minutes since I activated this thing, but it’s already almost full. Well, time moves slower here so I suppose it’s already been a few hours over there.” Krumilon, the second Demon Lord, said to himself. He was entrusted to gather soul energy from the realm of Hell, Helheim, directly. Krumilon hadn’t stayed there for long but he was almost finished with his mission.

The Demon's Soul was sinister and ruthless, capable of controlling all demons and destroying everything. The Twin Magical Weapons had a unique trait: if held by someone upright and pure-hearted, the Immortal's Soul would dominate, suppressing the Demon's Soul and unleashing the sacred power to purify all things and protect the world. But if it fell into the hands of someone with evil intentions and great ambition, the Demon's Soul would seize the opportunity to rise, devouring the Immortal's Soul and erupting with terrifying power to destroy everything and slaughter all around.

Rademos surprised himself with his outburst. "We are one! We are the demon known as Astraldon." "Demon?" Rademos repeated, sounding surprised. "Is this a joke?" "Yes, you are a demon! You are an incubus. You are the demon of destruction." "I- I don't understand," Rademos replied, feeling a deepening sense of confusion. "In due time, you will!" "What do you-"

The door to the room I was, flew open, revealing the demon himself, dressed in his all black glory, he was holding a gun, he looked over at me and smirked, dropping the gun on his table, he walked over to his dresser, taking off his rolled up sleeve suit. "You know this is low right, even for you." I said. "I'll take the risk." His very sweet voice echoed around the room, damn, how I've missed that voice. "Lemme guess, you want to 50 shades of gray me." I said, Sacarsm dripping from my words. He gave a full rich laugh, taking off his pants and sliding on his black joggers. "Hmm, kinda." He said. "Look Tyler, in order to avoid any nonsense in the future, just let me go." I said, although, I k