Demon Slayer Drink 소설 & 이야기

I object and I can feel him chuckle against my neck. “Sorry, sorry. I just can’t bring myself to worry about anything right now.” He sighs into my hair. Wow, did that drink pack a punch. I get the impression that Cam would be a very dangerous person to piss off. Harry really is fearless to constantly antagonise her and then drink whatever she hands over. Bellamy just apologised without a thought, I know she said the drink wouldn’t affect his mental state, but Bellamy this relaxed is almost creepy. It would be sweet if it happened naturally, or maybe if he took the drink knowing it would happen. But as it is, it’s just weird. Cam returns with a drink in a shot glass that is totally clear. I’m

Unexpectedly, the man put a drink from a purple bottle into her mouth. The thrashing, hitting, and harsh grunts from Rena didn't stop Aries until the liquid from the small bottle was swallowed. Rena's tears welled up. The drink was so bitter that it made her nauseous, like mucus forcing its way into her throat. Rena shook her head. She gripped Aries ' arm until it bled because the pull on her hair was getting stronger. "L--let!" Trying to make the demon understand, Rena immediately pushed Aries' chest. "What have you done, huh?!"

She asked and I pulled off the duvet from my face, "I can't understand why I kept that cruel demon alive all these while, even if I can't kill her, I should ban her from the pack and leave her to the fate of the enemies, she would surely meet her doom out there!" I gruffed sitting up immediately as my heart grow heavy in anger. "I have a way to kill her instantly!" She suggested with a cold voice. "How??..tell me how I can get rid of that demon!" I snorted, "The mixture of silver and the blood of her mate mixed, once she drinks it, she will die!" Elf replied leaving me confused,

He decided to use a replica as a bait. By the time he realized what he had gotten himself into, it was too late. Now he was here, sitting in a meeting with the most dangerous of the warlocks. At the close of the evening, Dorian Priest offered his special drink to everyone. “What is this?” Leo asked. “Food for the folklore. You must taste it,” Priest replied. Leo took a sip and was immediately charmed by the drink. Smiling, he took a few more gulps. Moments later he began to cough blood but that didn’t stop him from drinking up to the final drop.

It wasn’t helping. She was neither dead nor threw up. She didn’t even shake or spasm. Not this time. This time when she drank from the vial, she wanted more. The fluid danced across her tongue in a harmony of sentiments she couldn’t get enough of. She looked down into the empty vial, amazed that she had drunk it so fast, and threw it away, slowly the blood on her throat was doing its magic. Giving her fuel enough to fight for the incoming monsters that seemed to appear from nowhere.

I replied, feigning offense. As if on cue, Lucifer's fighter smirked and pulled out a bottle of something from his pants. As Sam's demon continued to burn, he unscrewed the cap and drank half of it. Then, he tossed the rest over the burning demon. The flames surged higher. Was that pure alcohol? The smell of burning flesh hit me like a punch to the gut. My fighter seized the opportunity to draw his knife. His arm, still bleeding from where his hand was missing, looked more grotesque with each passing second.

"Anyone else need a drink? Because I'm thinking tequila. Lots of it." Dad chuckled, shaking his head. "Easy there, firecracker. Let's start with something a bit less... incendiary." He snapped his fingers, summoning a lesser demon. "Bring us refreshments. Something light, and for fucks sake, make sure it's not still screaming when you serve it."

The scent of ozone and metal fills the air as ancient magic awakens. Liora moves between us, supporting Dawn's head as she brings the chalice to her bloodless lips. "Drink, light-bearer," she murmurs, tipping the vessel carefully. "Receive what is freely given." Dawn's throat works reflexively as the first drops pass her lips. For a terrifying moment, nothing happens—then her body convulses, back arching off the table, as the dragon blood hits her system. Her eyes fly open, but she sees nothing, pupils blown wide with shock.

Sheep’s blood, Dead mouse, Hyoscyamus Niger, Tamarindicus indica , Deadly Nightshade and last but not least, Human blood. She put all of them into a large fancy cup, as if to appease the demon with her effort and took care of the last ingredient by slashing a knife against her palm. She held it up above the cup and let the blood pour out. The pain was momentarily stinging but the excitement of doing what she was about to do took over her.

I can only imagine what he saw and felt. "Hmm, how interesting", he purred out staring at us like unique specimen. "Whats the point in making us drink this stuff", I accused bitterly not wanting to sugar coat anything with him. Like I ever sugar quote. He took a huge gulp of the drink before regarding us. "That stuff there is demon blood, good for Lycan" "Well thanks but no thanks I'll rather remain a vegetarian than drink any poison of yours". Micage insult stung. Devaro face became blank at the obvious disrespect we gave him.