Novel & Cerita Demon Souls Prison Of Hope

She could feel the souls of the fallen and the spirits of the rebels as they moved through the Citadel's dark corridors. Through the veil of spirit-magic, she whispered to them. Their replies came as echoes, faint and distant, but clear nonetheless. Hope flickered in the hearts of those prisoners, and with it, a promise: they would rise again.

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ My leg hurts. I’ve followed A-Jun to every existing corner and storage room in this prison. Either he’s reading a book or making a call, I’m always right next to him, like his shadow. I’m even shocked he hasn’t already killed me. I’m definitely dirt under his toenail. “I’ve sold my self-respect, pride, and shame, only to survive this messed-up place,” I puff out, staring into the void with tired eyes. “A shower would definitely make me feel better.”

H drawled, whipping his fingers in liquid motions. “Of—of course, Prince Haien, ” the demon gulped hard before falling cleanly on the floor with its mutated scaly feet. Damn, no wonder the room smelled of ammonia. The low-class demon actually resides in a sewer-like river of Hell. “I can always give you the soul of this man.” H lazily closed his eyes and basked on the aroma of the fresh blood around him. “How about both? That would be better.” While lifting his hand higher, he opened his eyes and a rush of color changed the heterochromatic ones to a solid, glowing red.

Darkous was also unable to acquire the princess, his plan deflated by his arrogance. Darkous wearily tested the force to which the chains could withstand, though nothing he did seemed to loosen their grip. Suddenly the glow of light entered the room, forcing Darkous to snap his eyes shut. The demon suddenly became loud, the dark lord struggling to keep him at bay. After many minutes Darkous’ eyes adjusted enough to the blinding light, allowing him to take first glance of the prison that bound him. He could see the faces of many. Though they were not ordinary faces, these were the faces of the things both Darkous and his demon feared the most; these were the faces of dolls.

James appeared outside the Hopeless City once more. He was not in a hurry to enter the city and unleashed his Divine Sense to survey the surroundings. Hopeless City was one of the Soul Race’s core cities, so it was protected by a powerful formation. Usually, the formation would be inactive, but it was activated today. When the formation was activated, every other entrance would be closed, making the main city gate the only way into the city. Outside the city gate lay a treasure that could discern a target’s aura. If James were to get too close, it would scan his soul aura and identify him as a human.

“Please.” The pull flares suddenly, sharp enough to steal my breath. Karl is close. Damon too. Something is happening. Something big. I close my eyes, letting my senses stretch just a little more than they should. The dungeon hums louder in response, the stone vibrating under me. Hope is a dangerous thing. But for the first time since they locked this door, it slips in anyway. And it refuses to leave.

She turned to look at Beth, who was so engrossed in her book that for a moment Andrea thought she was sleeping. “Beth !” No response. “Beth !” She repeated. “I am not a deaf girl, what do you want ?” Beth responded. “How long are we supposed to stay here? Did you find something ?” “I guess so, I believe he is serving Erzoth, the demon which survives on souls, the purer it can find stronger it gets. If he can get hold of the supernatural souls like weres or vampires, stronger it would become. He was banished years ago, by the King of weres, Asmodeus. Looks like he escaped. I had asked Asmodeus to put a harder spell on that dungeon but did he ever listen to me ?”

Princess of Blood Thorn smiled and took out a Divine Demon's soul. This Saint Demon was a little nervous. He was the one who had just called Princess of Blood Thorn trash. "What did you just say about me?" Princess of Blood Thorn asked slowly. "Ah, I said you are... ah!" Before the Divine Devil could finish his words, he was roasted by a red flame, which kept steaming. His Divine Soul was surging, and he was extremely unstable. He was about to explode! Just as he was about to explode, Princess of Blood Thorn raised her hand and put his Divine Soul into her mouth.

***HoGuo Temple*** Even from a distance, the entrance of HoGuo Temple was visible in all it’s glory. It was not grand in terms of luxury but more of splendour in terms of heritage it represents over the centuries. Legend has it that this temple was once a home to the gods which lived on Earth during their trials and the descendants of those gods would come to this temple to pay homage to their ancestors. This temple is also said to have artifacts locked away which used to belong to those very gods and goddesses of old. However those artifacts are not open to the public eye and the monks that reside in the temple have never revealed any of it’s secrets. Many have tried to break into the templ

If Baron Riel were to join the competition, it would undoubtedly intensify. Utilizing my swiftness, I dashed ahead, landing beside Solan. I paid no heed to the somber expressions directed my way by the soldiers; it appeared they had misunderstood something. "Where have you detained him?" I inquired, turning to Solan for an answer. "I handed him over to Wise. The Beastman should be confined in the basement of the prison, and he's the sole prisoner there." "Hmm," I responded, contemplative. The prison had so little activity that it had slipped my mind that Ice Demon City even had such a facility. And to think, it was located right beneath Ethan's mansion—my mansion.