Demon Whisper の小説・ストーリー

Although it was very loud, Marlin was not shocked at all as she had expected this. “How long have you noticed?” Marlin asked the demon sitting on the floor. She dispelled her concealing spells and showed herself in front of the demon. “Since the moment you entered Britney’s mind.” The demon answered. The demon had horns so huge that they were bigger than his head and curled twice. His eyes were glowing yellow and his body was dark violet with mysterious markings all over. Nearby, Marlin could see rotting corpses and skeletons of various races. Perhaps Marlin was used to the smell, but it did not smell as bad as it looked.

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.

“I think so. Look at him. He looks quite like a snail.” Waltz was disgusted. “I hate this kind of creature the most! Normally, I would trample it to death whenever I see it! How can such a disgusting creature with no bones cultivate to become a human? How strange!” This team looked bizarre. Not only was there a demon with a snail shell on his back, but there was also a wasp-like demon, a butterfly demon, an earthworm demon... They seemed to have been summoned from the back garden of someone’s house.

Then the air changed. It grew colder and darker. A heavy presence filled the clearing. The drums stopped. Everyone fell silent. He was here. A tall figure appeared at the edge of the altar. Shadows seemed to cling to him. His skin was pale like moonlight, his eyes glowing faintly red. Long black hair fell over his shoulders. He wore dark robes that moved as if they were alive. Power rolled off him in waves. Vesperian. The Demon Lord looked down at her slowly, studying her like she was something new and interesting. His gaze moved over her white dress, her trembling hands, her face.

A figure who appeared in their dreams, who spoke to them in the shadows, who promised them power and purpose. "The Whisper," my mother says. "I have heard that name before." "Where?" "In the ancient texts. The Whisper was a servant of the Dark Wolf. A wolf who could enter the minds of others, plant thoughts, twist desires." "So the disciples were not acting on their own. They were controlled." "Yes. And if the Whisper is still alive, they are still controlling." We need to find the Whisper. But they are invisible, untouchable, a ghost in the shadows. We do not know who they are, what they look like, where they hide.

I have never liked this part of being a werewolf. I hear a guttural snarl and I snap my gaze up to the loft. The demon is standing at the railing and jumps over it, landing on its feet. It’s bigger than any demon I have fought before, and I watch in morbid fascination as it starts to transform in front of me. It’s already large frame seems to double in size and large spikes protrude from its spine. It’s claws elongate to at least six inches and when it bares its teeth they are long and needle like. There seems to be thousands of them. It roars at me and some of its saliva splatters my face, and my skin burns wherever it touches me. Note to self, “Don’t get bit by the demon.” The demon drops

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

She was curious to learn more about how this Demon's mind worked and how he felt about things. The young Demon did not think momentarily; he answered immediately, " I would keep the name Demon. I would add the name Matteo Nightwhisper. My name would be Demon Matteo Nightwhisper." He grinned at her and explained, "Demon because it was the name given to me by the pack, Matteo, because of the irony- I am being given a gift from a goddess and Nightwhisper to honor my new pack."