Novel & Cerita Demon Souls Prison Of Hope

Asteria POV. The moment has arrived. We are transporting the prisoners to the conference and we need to do this and fast as my skin begins drying again. I don’t have long. 48 hours, my ass. The prisoners are led out in cuffs that can’t be broken unless with the blood of the one who has placed them on. Which is Gaia. We walk through the Supernatural Council headquarters and out into the lobby. Wolves form a circle around us as Fenrir opens the portal. I take a few breaths as Carter takes my hand and gives it a squeeze.

"Can't they? Purum Sanguinem has been active seventy years according to your prisoner Derek. That's seventy years of accumulating wealth. Recruiting members. Building networks. How do you fight that?" "One battle at a time." "Naive. But admirable." I stood to leave. "Luna Hailey," he called. "One more thing. Shadow said something strange during our last communication. Said you'd give Hope to them voluntarily. That they wouldn't need to take her. That you'd hand her over yourself." "That's insane. I'd die before giving them Hope." "That's what I thought. But Shadow seemed very confident. Said they knew your weakness. That when the time came, you'd have no choice."

- I say venomously. "You shouldn't... trust... blindly..." - her eyes are dilated now, and I've had enough. Releasing her, she falls on her chair. She puts her hand on her neck, coughing violently. I sigh, it is just a waste of time. I turn towards the door and with quick steps I walk through the room. My hand is on the handle when her voice stops me. "Her twin soul will do anything to destroy you. Find the reason and a solution for it before the Blood Master comes for you!" - I turn sharply, looking into her opal eyes. Was I mistaken or it sounded like a prophecy?

The sky above the island was a graveyard of smoke and dying embers. While the Golden Dragon Lord hovered like a vengeful sun above the fortress, keeping the Pharaoh’s primary legions pinned beneath the earth, Fiel Davidal moved through the shadows of the cliff side. He had shed his golden radiance, pulling his power inward until he was nothing more than a ghost in the dark. He reached the jagged fissure that led to the old oubliette—the very hole he had been tossed into weeks ago as a framed prisoner.

To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul. The black substance stopped within the soul at the area the heart used to be. The soul tried to get it out but it couldn't. I looked at the demon and it breathed in and then out. Suddenly blood started piercing out of the demons jaw and it stared directly at the place where the black substance was. It was only then I had realized the kind of demon I had summoned. This is a demon that create something in a human's soul, that little hope, that little good, and then when the humans are happy, it would squeeze down to bits what that human loved the most.

"I thought you trusted me but you ran away the moment you see the demons inside of me. How rude of you, Mizuko." "Am I going to die? H-how do we dismiss that promise? I don't want to die yet!" "The only way for you to get away from me is for us to fulfill the promise. In other words, you have to be able to relay to the King, the message from that Mage." That just made her lose hope. It is impossible to get inside that castle. She won't be able to get away from the demon. "The demonic markings will fade if you keep contact with me. It will go away so don't run away for now."

Hope tells the creature seriously, “I don’t know how you managed to get past the guards, but it’s time for you to leave. Now!” “It was a student who invited me here, and a student who told me how to evade the guards,” the demon says with an ominous grin, “So if I were you, I would be worried about that as well!” Hope displays no reaction to this statement, and I can actually feel the creature’s disappointment from my side of the room. She then makes a motion that I’ve never seen before, and a purple cloud forms in her hand. Hope throws the cloud at the creature, and its horns turn the same color purple as the cloud.

They weren't ones to gush and fawn, he knew, but this was still big for them too. After so long, and so much doubt, it finally gave them renewed hope of finding their own. It was with that hope that they turned towards the odd structure, stepping into the shadows and preparing to enter and see what lay inside. With any luck, it would only provide more hope, a fresh start and a solid new beginning, for them to ensure the end of one war, before taking on a new. - End -

Barriers stacked layer upon layer on every side, sealed so tight that not a wisp of spiritual energy could escape. This was Sylas' private prison for caged souls. He walked slowly to a stone platform and looked down as something materialized in his palm. It was a cage no bigger than his hand, which was carved from netherglass. Soul-locking runes covered every surface, each one pulsing with sableglow. A single touch from one of those runes would shatter an ordinary soul outright, and even a soul fragment with deep arcane power would be pinned helplessly inside.

Warren asked, as he turned to his companions, "I don't think she wants to fight guys. Can you pretend to be professional for a minute." Herne and Jack tentatively stepped forward, and stood just behind Warren, amid the soft chuckles of their spiritual host, "The roots told me. I am..." and she said something in a language Warren couldn't understand, "But you can call me Hope." "So how can we help you?" Warren watched the stone, the shadow within had shrunk two sizes, but it renewed its assault against the glassy prison. "You must find six spirits to replace those that have moved on, and we will reinvigorate the magic that keeps the accursed shaman in prison. The roots told me you could help,