Novel & Cerita Demon Show

Surprised, Innis stared at the demon who had appeared in her pentagram. He wasn’t quite what she had expected. Visually, he seemed a proper demon: claws, scales, and a tail. But should he really be all bloody and unconscious? Grandpa’s diary never said anything like that. Too bad I couldn’t find any other notes. But...what am I to do with it? Try to call him? Shake him awake? No, reaching inside the pentagram was forbidden.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

"Let's go, milady." ... In the grand meeting hall, important demon officials were gathered. Lord El-Kharis, the Demon God of Thunder, had called for an urgent meeting regarding the strange occurrence with his mate. In the middle of the large table, the ancient lantern glowed with multiple colors, leaving everyone in a state of confusion. "So, are you saying your human mate did this?" Gladious, the Demon God of Fire, asked, completely stunned by the lantern's reaction. "She is no longer human," El-Kharis grunted, clenching his teeth.

The security guards at the entrance all raised their stun batons. "It's a demon! Electric shock probably won't work!" "Quick! Lock down the perimeter! Evacuate the area!" A demon? I looked up, and sure enough, there was Raven, striding in step by step. He still wore the black hoodie I had bought him. The hood covered most of his face, and his entire body radiated killing intent. With each step forward, the lobby grew more scorching. "Where's Chloe Sutton? Where are you keeping her?"

Thousands of creatures—some looking human, others with too many limbs or eyes that glowed like embers—jostled in the streets. Vane didn't walk through the crowd; the crowd parted for him like a wound opening. The aura of power he radiated was so thick that even the drunkest demons scurried away into the shadows as he passed. They reached a high-walled pavilion guarded by two massive, armored brutes with tusks. "Duke Vane," one of them grunted, bowing low. "Silas is expecting you. He says he has a new treasure to show the Duke."

"—but I promise, I'm not playing with you now. No tricks. I don't want to see you die—" "So I may die from this? That's what you're telling me? You brought me here…to die… potentially by a demon I have personally domesticated?" "Maybe don't say that?" Zee pinched the bridge of his nose, the many piercings lacing up his ears glittered like stars in his dark blue skin. "Better yet—don't say anything at all! Just stay silent and let me do all the talking, yeah? Great talk!" "Fuck—" Zee raised up a leg and kicked the door in. Revealing a room covered in dead bodies with Jonathan literally sitting on a throne of them. "—you?"

“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—

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;