Demonic Legacy の小説・ストーリー

She spoke in a low, menacing tone: "Marcus Blackwood... now that I've gotten my memory back, I'll make you pay. You, your family, everyone who wronged me will beg on their knees. You took everything from me, but now it's my turn." Her voice dripped with venom: "You destroyed my family, my childhood, my innocence. You left me with nothing but ashes and pain. But I've risen from those ashes, and now I'll make you burn." Emilia's gaze seemed to pierce through the walls, as if already seeking out her enemies:

The light from the large battery camping lantern showcasing the claw marks bleeding on the old burn scars on Liam's face. "Everyone talks about how fearsome a Summoner's demon is, but I haven't seen anything special yet." Liam pulled the blade up to inspect it, then carefully licked the blood from the edge. "Ah, but the taste, now that's different." I froze, both disgusted and worried. Liam had become seriously unhinged. I could feel Kastem struggling to stand and mentally commanded him to stay down. Liam was still standing over the demon and, even though he was focused on me, I didn't want him to kill Kastem.

But the memory plays in my head again and I feel too nauseous to get any amusement from it. “Well, Kaeden, we have a lot of things to tell you, none of which are in any way good.” Cressida, a high witch says. “But I must start with a question. Your father has, in all his years, committed several unspeakable atrocities, but none of this… well, this level. Do you have any idea what could have inspired this?” “I am afraid I might,” I admit. “My father has apparent relations with demons.” “Lamashtu demons.” Dolores says. “We are aware of a certain Scyla who has been playing a heavy hand in securing his immortality.”

Jace's POV. The city looked fragile from the top of Thorne Tower. Every vote, every ledger, every whisper of loyalty played across my holo-display. Damon’s era teetered on the edge of collapse. I saw it all, cold and obvious. I was here to tip it. Legacy was for fools. Morality was for children. I was a man who understood consolidation. I’d waited, measured, and now the world’s eyes, oblivious, distracted, were mine to command.

The six of them were formidable in battle as well. In fact, after consuming the souls of over 100 people, one of the revenants had had his eyes opened. Another eye had appeared out of nowhere on his brow. It was no ordinary eye. It showed that the revenant was elevated and was on its way to becoming a demon general. In the legends of Dramon, all the best demon generals had an eye on their brow. It was called the Demon Eye. It could see through three lifetimes and separate light and dark energy.

Despite them raising him and teaching him to train, he despised them because they were not his kin. Ragan decided to incite Heavenly Order’s wrath through a series of provocations. They issued the central lands order, indicating they would no longer tolerate Spectral Legacy’s misdeeds. All the affected factions could unite to attack them, whether or not Spectral Legacy handed over their apprentices. Eventually, Spectral Legacy was annihilated.

“You’d better keep a secret about me having the true legacy of Demonic Chi. If word gets out, someone with bad intentions might capture me. You won’t be able to borrow my true legacy of Demonic Chi anymore.” “What is the true legacy of Demonic Chi?” Alex asked. “This is a secret technique of the Divine Demonic Method. My primary focus of cultivation is the Cinnabar Spell. I’m able to combine Demonic Chi with the spiritual energy from Cultivation Chi,” Luna explained. “It’s that good?” Alex asked. “That’s why I said you wouldn’t lose out by becoming my male servant! Many men want it, and yet I’ve been unwilling!” “Queen, I want some more!” Alex replied.

"Legacy bolsters eternal potions links coordinate wise echoes tempt resist use?" Alexander circled holo alpha-command posture predatory storm pressure subtle assessing silver eyes flashing. "Harmonies amplified probe tonight voluntary bind unity forced devours. Thorne chaos surface betas flank distractions howl. Voss rituals veil amplify voluntary mingle. Lira guide branches visions warn tempts clear. Maerin maps attune blood drop seals restitution. Jenkins Sofia binds slice nets tight secure. Mara potions relay Damian bolster resist legacy. Violet signal retreat forge new without devour."

It was the tomb of a Necromancer called the Necraus. Logically speaking, if it had been any other Wind Demon, he or she would have been unable to accept the legacy of the Necromancer. This wasn’t because Wind Demons were proud and refused to rely on another source of strength. Anyone who knew even a little bit about this race would know that statement was absolute garbage; for Wind Demons did whatever it took to grow stronger, even if that meant consuming their own! The reason why any other Wind Demon would have failed to inherit the legacy of the Necromancer was because of their physique.

Byron cackled, his voice dripping with twisted delight. "Think you can run from it? These desires come from inside you, from your own body, your own heart. The Demonic Art reaches beyond death itself. There is no escaping it." He let out a cold, satisfied sneer. Suddenly, a massive cloud of black mist, threaded through with a sickly pink haze, exploded outward and blanketed the entire sky above the Umbral Peak Sect.