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my demons said. Aiden moves back in fear. Dagon and sathanas are my demons. They have no body , they are just like a shadow . An ordinary human can't see them. The most powerful demon I possess is abaddon meaning destroyer. I only summon him when things get bloody. Once he's out no one can stop him. My demon started laughing. "Seriously Damien, did you actually summon us to fight with cockroaches". Dagon said. One thing I hate about them is they are disobedient and playful. They refuse to go when their work is done.

She looked at him with an eyebrow furrowed. "What do you mean?" "How do you know that your husband is kind, sweet, and amazing? Did you ever doubt him for a second?" "What do you-" "Like, you think your husband and your best friend are having a thing or something?" Daemon was trying to dig out her innermost desire. Demons have the ability to draw out the desire of humans. Much more the sinister and the darkest part of the soul of a human. But this woman is different from the others.

she says in a protective whisper and kisses my forehead before using vampire speed to take out the small group. My parents look at me with wide eyes, questioning without words if they saw right. Mackenzie comes back with her face covered in blood with relief in her vampire eyes. "I'm feeling much better," she says switching back, cleaning her face with a cloth. She turns to my surprised parents and smiles bashfully. "I'm the Dhampir in case you're struggling to figure that out. I only drink vampire blood and eat regular food when I can't get it." "It's an honor to meet you," my parents say bowing their heads to her.

I don't mean to flatter myself, but it sounds like he's in love with me, and he's getting ahead of himself. A relationship with anyone who is not like myself could be hazardous. Especially when you're like me, supernatural and hunted. Even among the supernaturals, my type is hunted and killed. Humans were the ones who took us in and helped us. They also gave us a name. Gargoyle. A creature that is both grotesque and hideous. Of course, most don't look like a demon that crawled out of the earth, but it helped to represent us, albeit to the extreme. Gargoyles were the product of a union between an angel and a demon.

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

“Even if I make a deal with a demon, I won’t let them trample on me.” That night the wind carries and blows the hatred of Veta to the evil.

Perhaps him remembering her was just a small piece of a jigsaw puzzle that would help her achieve her main goal. What was her goal you ask? “You frown a lot more than Starvos, I’m afraid you will look older than him in a mere week,” Mona’s voice dropped in as Dominic lifted his face to find the older sorcerers. “Isn’t that a way for me to become a demon?” Dominic looked straight right into Mona’s eyes when he asked the question, startling her who didn’t expect the boy would ask such a horrendous question right in this beautiful afternoon! “You silly! Of course you shouldn’t! Only beings who are cursed by god can go to Hell. They are called demons, they are evil entities!”

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

He killed his father and went to live with the druids in the alps. Through thousands of years of life, he still hadn’t let go of his resentment for how he was treated as a child, which sometimes led him to express his anger in violent creative ways. This as well is all the more problematic because Sleamann was about the strongest creatures around. Unlike others, he was not just a wolf, warrior, war-lord or whatever. He was a vampire and a vampire-werewolf hybrid, which made him the first damphyr. As a result, he could take on whole packs of normal vampires or werewolves with terrifying ease, while normal people barely registered as more than food to him. He was a thinker and he thought about

But if she asked me such a thing then she must know that there are demons residing in this city. "What are you talking about? You mean there are people who are not human?" I backfired at her. "Yes… not human!!! They could be anything!!! A devil, an angel or any creature who is not a human." She seemed aggressive. "What is wrong with you? I came here to meet you and your sudden change of behaviour scared me. Is that really you, Aunt Solace?" I was hyperventilating and took a few steps back. "Alexis! That's not important!!! Did you see anything inhumane?" She was getting furious.