Demon Voice Novels & Stories

On the other hand, someone was hearing the voice recording again and again and a smile unknowingly appeared on his lips. ~I am sorry, Mr. Demon~ ~I am sorry, Mr. Demon~ ~I am sorry, Mr. Demon~ "Snow White", Demon murmured softly as he closed his eyes and lost himself in the scent of an innocent soul. Unknown of the fact that not only Demon's eyes but now, Demon's mind also trapped the soul. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

Instead, a sensuous female voice emanated from his mouth, a voice that dripped with evil. “The volkaane is right. You should not have come here.” “Who are you?” Leesa asked. “What have you done with my husband?” “I have been called many names across the ages,” the voice replied. “One that I like is Lamashtu, Destroyer of Life. As to the one you named Rave, I have made him my slave.” “Why don’t you show yourself, demon?” Ralin asked impetuously. “Are you afraid to face us?”

They were better off without me. "That's it," the demon encouraged, his voice so gentle now. So understanding. "Just let go. Drift away. You've earned your rest, little wolf. You have earned…" A sound cut through the void. A baby crying. Faint, Distant, But unmistakable. "Ignore it," the demon said quickly, his voice losing some of its gentleness. "It is just an echo. Nothing real." But it was real. I knew that sound. I had heard it in those brief moments before I had leaped into the crater. I had felt it vibrate through my very soul.

“I like them even less.” “Rodriguez?” Sadira’s voice thinned. “Or someone who really wants us to think so,” I said between my teeth. A moment later, a sharp white beam cut through the doorframe like a floodlight. A distorted, crackling voice blared from behind it—loudspeaker. “Demon!” The voice was too close, amplified by the walls until it thundered. “We know you’re inside! We came for the girl. Give her up, and your deaths will be fast and painless. If not…”

They were twin pits of swirling, molten red that seemed to swallow the firelight. "WHO DARED TO CAPTURE ME AGAIN?"The voice wasn't Remiel’s. It was a demonic roar that vibrated in the very marrow of their bones, sounding like a thousand screams layered into one. The air grew ice-cold, and the shadows around the square began to rise like living things. The demon had claimed its vessel, and this time, it was hungry. The massacre began with a sound like a gale force wind trapped in a narrow canyon. As the guards charged, their boots barely left the ground before an invisible wall of force slammed into them, tossing their armored bodies aside like autumn leaves.

Paralyzed with fear, she watched as the smoky figure loomed closer, its presence suffocating and terrifying. Around her, her comrades stood in a tense silence, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene. The demon, moving with an unsettling deliberateness, slowly ventured towards Belle, its form shifting and writhing as it advanced, drawing ever nearer to the trembling woman who had summoned it from the abyss. "A soul of a lowly harlot's offspring, hahaha," the demon intoned, its voice an indistinct amalgamation. Was it male or female? Such distinctions were irrelevant, for demons were once angels, and angels transcend human notions of gender.

’ A snorty arrogant voice speaks and I shiver. It’s the voice of a woman and I can tell from her shrill voice, that she’s a Demon as well. My eyes begin to climb up the hem of a silver dress ridden with embroidery designs. I can see despite the dimness of this cell-like place as I continue up until my eyes hook directly with repugnant black ones. An evil so black and malicious, holds my eyes corruptively, frightening my very soul as her wicked lips twitch and part to expel her ominous contempt.

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.

He braced the sword against the demon’s sword creating a screeching sound. He stared at the demon’s face. At that point, he recognized him. A lot of things changed on Yric’s friend’s face, but Noah’s features still didn’t disappear. His skin was red and cracked. The horn on his head was longer than before. His body also got bigger and boulder. “What did you do?” he asked him. The demon grinned at him. “What else? I made myself powerful,” the demon said in a voice that was not only his. Three voices came out of his mouth, and one of them was Veronica’s voice. And the last one was Noah’s.

My voice rang loud, sharp as a blade. "Demons of the Gate," I bellowed, and silence fell instantly. "The time has come to rise! Show your loyalty. Show your strength. Prepare yourselves fully, for the Spirit World will fall." The ground rumbled from their cheers. "Yes! The Demon King is fierce!" "None can stop him!"