Novel & Cerita Demonic Frequency

Angelic Demon episode 14 A phone call interrupted the sad atmosphere. They were all sitting on an arm chair in Roderigo's room. Hands on their cheeks, tapping their feet closely, they were too worried to go home. There is a killer on loose. This was not there first time working overnight so it was not a big deal to them. The last time they worked overnight was when an antique was stolen in a museum. The collected who reported the incident got killed as well as other people. The investigation lasted for months and they all lost something very valuable to the killer. The thought of losing again made them shiver.

I turned my head to the side, ready and listening. “There’s a few people starting to experiment with black magic again. People Callum came in contact with years ago and they’re starting to dig into old, dark things. We’re worried one of them is going to make some headway and start raising demons again,” she explained. “Nothing is going to happen right now, but it will soon, in just under a year. Hecate is having a similar conversation with Ally right now.” I laid my head back down.

They were the true forms of these Great Demons. These six Great Demons were like prehistoric behemoths. Demonic Qi swirled all over their bodies, as each occupied one area, controlling different powers and erecting a strange formation. The formation was constantly depleting energy within the space, trying to exhaust the Bi Fang to death.

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

To an immortal, time is but a number. As such, highly ranked demons have no little to no interest in lowly-ranked members of their kind whose lifespan is over in the blink of an eye. Since years of exposure to tragedy gradually desensitizes a mere human, a demon whose base instinct is evil and has experienced unimaginable tragedy cannot be expected to fare any better. To them, emotions are dispensable because they have a time limit.

The horrid sight and odor have my gut retching to the pit. That’s it! I have had enough of this shit! Damon is a demonic incarnate of whoever the devil in hell might be. My tail of courage tucked between my legs in cowardice, creeps slithering down my spine and the large part of my brain screaming at me to get the hell out of here before someone might catch me sneaking in this place. However, as I was about to abandon this petrifying quest, the sound of metal clacking caught my attention. Snapping my neck to the source, my heart sank to my feet with what I saw.

I was the mate. “There,” Nathan said, pointing toward an abandoned concrete military observation post at the bottom of the gorge. “I can feel Jake. His resonance is weak. Something is suppressing it.” “Inhibitors,” Regnar hissed. “The soldiers are using a frequency that interferes with demonic energy.” “Then we shut them down,” I said. My voice was sharper than the wind. Nathan looked at me. For a brief moment, pride and worry flickered in his eyes. Then he nodded.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

Idamus looked worried. “I currently have her contract holder, Scott McGowen within these walls and will be summoning her Demon Lord…I didn’t think it safe for her to be anywhere near here tonight.” “Oh, I see…that’s a shame for me…however I offer my services to you in this ritual.” Ruben drew back in surprise. “There is no need for you to do that, Idamus…your warlocks were more than enough last time.” “Never the less, I am here so you might as well use me…” .

While he didn’t appreciate the offer, he understood it had been done out of some misplaced sense of empathy. Still, even today, he failed. Demonology was the most boring of all the classes. Drent, the instructor in charge, had them learning everything they could about as many demons as they could. So far, the man had covered only ten demons in detail and roughly twenty in passing. Kilvic, however, found nothing new, and was always forced to battle with a drowsiness born of boredom while the man taught and the risk of whispering answers beyond the instructor’s observation whenever one of his friends was asked a question they couldn’t answer.