Demon Proof の小説・ストーリー

The scent of the demon was stronger now, a sharp, acrid odor that filled the air. The demon stood in the center of the hut, unmoving, like a grotesque statue. Claud approached it slowly, every sense on high alert. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the demon’s cold, unyielding flesh. For a moment, it remained lifeless, and then suddenly, a voice echoed through the air, commanding it to attack.

“I won’t stop. You even came here without proof.” “Your brother is right. You will be stubborn. And to tell you we have proof,” said the god, raising his hand to Noah. The god raised Noah from the ground, even though he was far away. After a couple of seconds, Noah’s form changed and the true personality of the young demon appeared. “You’re pathetic, Xurden. You didn’t even know a demon already infiltrate your home. But even if that’s the case, we will still punish in the name of the first realm. That’s what our majesty said.”

"One stands guard at the entrance, while the other feasts upon the flesh of the unfortunate." Deacon absorbed the information, his mind racing with tactical calculations. "Demons possess an uncanny ability to multiply rapidly, my friend," he warned, his voice laced with caution. "However, I have devised a plan. I shall ascend to the roof of the house, unleashing my fiery breath to engulf it in flames, distracting one of the demons. Meanwhile, you will engage the other demon, aiming to sever its horn, even if capturing it proves elusive," he explained, his voice carrying a weight of strategic insight.

After all, I ran away from home to be exposed before I returned to Mom's cage. "Come here," he ordered. Like a robot being controlled with a remote, I took one step after another until I was just an inch away from him. I felt so small, standing this close to him. How can he be sexy and tall at the same time? I won't say he's God's favourite because he has so much blood on his hands. Demon was created by the devil. "Touch me, Papillon," he said softly, a dangerous softness that slid right under my skin. "I want your hands on me."

His blood ran cold when everyone froze in place, Asha included Damian and Diamanté had suddenly appeared at their table as if the two chairs they were sitting in were there the whole time. “Well well well, look what Blood’s got going on here. You’re in heaven right now, aren’t you?” Damian asked though not expecting an answer. Diamanté went to run the back of his hand against Asha’s face, but Young growled out, “don’t you dare touch her.” Both demons eyed him and shared a troubling look. “The council sent us to see how your progress is going and imagine our surprise when we find you humaning around with your little doll,” Damon said.

Demon corrects. “Then prove it,” I whisper. They lift me. Spin me. The dress falls like a sigh. Hands blur together. So do mouths. It hurts… in the best way. Cold tiles. Hot bodies. Their anger, turned into desire. Demon enters me first, hard and commanding. John takes my mouth, his fingers stroking me like he knows I’m about to shatter. It’s brutal. It’s desperate. And it’s perfect. Every muffled moan is a protest against the world.

"The lightning boy was just a distraction for one measly second." "Seems that you've underestimated us... thinking you were dealing with weak humans. Even after dealing with my husband, you were foolish enough to think this would be a walk in the park. You were sadly mistaken; I'm more like a walk through Hell." Phuture twisted the energy blade she punctured into the demon's chest. "One second was all I needed." The Axis Demon spat up deep red blood from his mouth and choked up from a punctured heart. "Killed... by a woman at that... so there was two Divine Gods."

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.