Novel & Cerita Demon Singer

~~~ *Samantha Age 16/17* “It's the Demon!!!” I heard the fool scream as he tried to run from me. “I told you we were too close!!!” Another screamed as they tried to shift to get away. I laughed as they tripped over each other in their panic. “Drop that whore let’s go!!!” “Where is everyone else?!” “DEAD!!! THE DEMON IS HERE!!!” Behind me I heard my dad start to bark, his deep voice carrying on the wind.

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.

He immediately clenched his fist and gritted his teeth. "I will accept your offer. Make me your disciple. I will do what you said. I will kill people... so give me the power that people cannot do... angels... and even Lord Rasmus. I have nowhere else to go... I have no one to cling to. You are the only one who comes to me so take my soul!" Linus's shrieking cry made the demon's laughter grow louder. "I see... a demon contract...." the demon said and a cloud of thick smoke that mixed red and black enveloped the surroundings.

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

Grace dealing with the hole in my heart I couldn't believe that my Samson was really gone. I'd missed him before at the brothel but back then it was different. Lots of broken promises were made and not carried through. I rolled the ring around my finger as the tears blurred my vision yet again. I'd locked myself in Samson's and Dane's room and could hear Mortas growling threateningly at the staff. I'm certain he'd killed several as guttural screams echoed throughout the castle. It was on the third day that my hunger drove me to the kitchens. The castle was unusually quiet and it caused a shiver down my spine. I heard jovial singing coming from the kitchen and when I entered my eyes bulged an

He spelled the word out slowly, as if even saying it might summon something dark. Jade narrowed her gaze at him, her skepticism clear. “Where exactly did you find this sample?” She looked at me with a mocking smirk on her face. Before he could respond, I reached out and placed my hand gently over his. “No, Chen,” I said with a soft smile, “it’s not the Devil. Just a demon. A powerful one, sure, but not the Devil.” I turned to Jade, my voice steady. “He helped us in a foreign land full of strangers. He’s a friend, not an enemy.”

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.

She was curious to learn more about how this Demon's mind worked and how he felt about things. The young Demon did not think momentarily; he answered immediately, " I would keep the name Demon. I would add the name Matteo Nightwhisper. My name would be Demon Matteo Nightwhisper." He grinned at her and explained, "Demon because it was the name given to me by the pack, Matteo, because of the irony- I am being given a gift from a goddess and Nightwhisper to honor my new pack."

“I’ll be seeing you soon, my little love birds. Unlike your poor friend here.” The demon’s cackle rang out from the lips of the Air Sorcerer before his face contorted into that of excruciating pain, the cackle giving way to a blood-curdling scream.