Novel & Cerita Demon Summoning Poem

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.

Baby Levi grows restless in his cradle as his little eyes follow the movements of his mother. Her lilting voice resonates around us as she begins to chant the words to a spell. “Fae in hoc daemone profunde con- tineant virtutes. Dcemon tantum latus eius floreat et crescat.” The air around her moves more furiously with every word that she chants. Her hair flies around her, slapping her in the face like a whip. The candles spread out in the room blowing out, plunging their world in darkness. Voices appear in the background, chanting one word over and over. “Occultare. Occultare. Occultare.”

"I have everything ready, these are the conditions for the summoning spell. Once you're gone I'll prepare one for Fala, then one for me. Once we all make it back here we can go to the demon realm and do what we have to. I just hope that the prophecy was right about you being the one to help me." Fenrir looks at the paper Girod had been writing on, and its almost exactly as he described it. It looks like an actual contract, but this one is only for summoning, the contract between the summoner and the one summoned will be verbal. "I have the item that you need to get listed on there as well. That's all you need to worry about when making the contract, the rest of the conditions are up to you

The way her fingers had slid into his under the table while I was in the bathroom, thinking everything was fine. The memory twisted like a knife in my gut. Good. I needed that rage. It was going to fuel every word of this summoning. I set the black candles at the cardinal points, their wicks braided with strands of my own hair. The Latin rolled off my tongue, smooth and practiced. “Voco te, servitor tenebrarum. Exaudi vocem meam.” The flames came inward, fighting some invisible force. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat.

The fire raining from the ceiling was targeting him—the Duke who had betrayed his kind. "I'm a creature of the dark, Elara. I can't cross into the light of a pure soul. I'll burn up before we reach the surface." "Then we'll burn together!" She didn't give him a choice. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaped into the pillar of light. The pain was absolute. It felt like her skin was being peeled off by the sun. She heard Vane screaming, a sound of pure agony as the light of the human world tried to incinerate the demon within him.

When they heard the commotion, they opened their eyes. However, their eyes remained unfocused. There was no fear, no shock, and no desire to ask for help. They turned their heads mechanically and looked at us. With creepy smiles on their faces, they said, “Welcome home, master.”

"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?"

Azalel walked up to where the possessed body stood. “Son of the devil king, ” it spoke in a language only their kind would understand. “How dare you address me so lightly.” Azalel lifted his hand, summoning fire from hell itself. “ You deserve more than a burning for getting in the way of my happiness.” he snapped his finger. Though it burned the body, only the Demon was tortured in the process. He summoned a demonic circle. As he pulled the demon out of its possession. He had it tied down with a cursed rope without even touching it. And began to summon creatures from the underworld to let them feast on it.”

The whole thing looked very empty, but I was getting a little woozy from lack of blood. I set some beers in the circle then stood at the circle's edge. "I, Kira Hatfield, summon a demon." I paused. It sounded so absurd, but that is exactly what I wanted. "Any demon. I can give you a bit of my energy and free rein on the Earth for..." I paused in thought. "Ten minutes. I offer up alcohol for your delight. Please, I beg you, grant me your presence. I will let you drink beer and wreak havoc on this bar."

girl:- don't tell me you are going be soldiers and die for your country. demon:- no I have a plan for grand death, what you ask for, from this shrine. girl:- I ask, it's embracing, it's your happiness, and I am a rider so my protection from accidents and It's working for me, do you feel light when your father died, or did you cry for him? demon:- I was sad and cried hard, because after all this I can never be free, from suffering, I am confused, one part wants to die, the other part wants to give me another chance, and the other is so scared to live and he finds no meaning in living.