Demonic Father 소설 & 이야기

His father tried talking some sense to him. " I thought you'd be proud, you made me like this. Isn't this what you wanted a killing machine " His father shaked his head he knew he couldn't reason with Damian he was too possessed. His handsome son looking at him with his green eyes which had very emotion. Damian no longer had a soul and he was incapable of loving or being sympathetic.

And now, here I was, walking down an aisle lined with chrome and roses, heading straight into the lion’s den with a knife strapped to my thigh and revenge curled tightly inside my gut like a fist. The rev of bikes outside rumbled like a heartbeat. The compound stank of oil, leather, cigar smoke, and secrets. Tulle and flowers drooped over Harley frames like some sick joke. The scent of gasoline clung to everything. I couldn’t breathe without tasting rage. “Remember what they did to her,” my father, Vincent “Venom” Kane, president of the Crimson Fangs, growled beside me. His grip on my arm was tight, grounding. “Remember why you are here.”

One word was whispered to my mind and I was afraid that if I did speak: I was only going to beg. That word was please. Please- daddy. If those words tumbled past my lips, he was not going to let me go, I am certain he was going to bend me over the counter and take me right in this kitchen with my mother only feet away…. No doubt he would claim my untouched p***y, he was already hard for… me. Oh god! The Devil is my father. This is so wrong.

Well apparently his father does not share that sentiment and neither does his older brother or younger siblings (traitors and gremlins, the lot of them! Jin Jian: Fa….father? Emperor: Hmm? Jin Jian: I missed you too… Emperor: …...mmm...me too….welcome home… Their father was indeed a man of few words despite being an expert in the art of debate where he could turn any argument or debate to his benefit. This was not strange to him however his father’s next words had left him completely speechless and defeated. Jin Jian: Father? Emperor: hm? Jin Jian: Let go?

he mutters, rubbing the blackened and rapidly decaying hand of his current host along my dick, as if I would respond to that trigger from so repulsive a being as this. “You need to reach your new vessel,” I urge him. “It may already be too late.” He slows his unasked for hand job, arching an eyebrow. “How so?” I hold his revolting, tar colored stare. “My father is likely over there already. He needs a new host as well. He will bind himself forever inside this ‘Christopher’.” A powerful, arcane binding this demon would be powerless to overwrite. “I suppose we’d best get a move on then,” he huffs, shoving me toward the exit.

“Is Hades not synonymous to…?” “Satan?” Lex completed the sentence. “Yes it is. And if I use that to guess where their name is originated, I would say they refer to themselves as the sons of Satan, products of evil. The ultimate demons, feeling no remorse whatsoever but kill and destroy anything and everything in sight.” “Great,” Groaned Byron, “Just great.” “But that is not what you think, is it?” Bob said, looking at Lex curiously.

When the sharp knife pressed against my neck, I saw the panicked look on Grandma's face. "Move aside!" Edgar roared, his voice so loud that it nearly pierced my eardrums. I called out "Daddy" in a trembling voice, but he snapped hoarsely as if he'd been stung. "Don't call me 'Daddy!'" Grandma watched all of this, barely able to breathe. "Edgar, that is your own son!" Edgar trembled and cried out, "This is all your fault! You're the one who drove me to this!"

She burst into hysterical laughter. "I'm a monster! An absolute monster! My own son is dead, and not even his ashes remain! I treated such an evil man like an angel. I doubted my own son, and I believed an outsider instead…" Guilt and overwhelming regret swallowed her whole. As she turned around, she suddenly saw Cassadee walking over with a smile. "Mom! Mom, what are you doing here? Dad's been trying to call you." Like a lifeless puppet, she followed Cassadee back to Hunter's hospital room. There, she stared intently at the father and daughter.

Professor Adrian Blackthorne. And my stomach dropped. Zia blinked. “Wait. Blackthorne?” Raina’s mouth fell open. “As in… Lucian Blackthorne?” I couldn’t breathe. Lucian’s father. Lucian’s fucking father. I was staring at the man who made Lucian. And he was staring back at me like he wanted to destroy me just to see what I looked like broken. WEREWOLF LINEAGE & BLOOD RIGHTS. The way he wrote it…

"If you hurt her, I promise you'll regret it for the rest of your life!" "Oh, I'm so scared," she mocked. "Leomund, what leverage do you think you have right now? Ginny is my daughter, too, you know? And she makes me money. Why would I hurt her? "You're the one who's stirring up trouble. Why won't you stop targeting Tobias and me?" I was shaking with fury, fists clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms. "You beat my daughter black and blue! You locked her in a car to die! And you're asking me why?"