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Dean smirked softly, amused to see the behavior of these two friends. "No life is as easy as our plan, Lord have their own plan," said Dean. "There is always plan B plan C until plan AA... like the column in excel, after Z there is AA..."' said Ariesta while shrugging. But Dean remains worried. These two friends try to play destiny. But he decided to keep his mouth shut, he was behind the scenes when they needed him, as usual. Now let them cool off their emotions. "Let's have breakfast?" invite Dean.

Haha! "A demon? What's that?" So innocent! "A demon is a non-human entity believed to be dark or evil in nature. Do you understand now?" I explained and he nodded vigorously, "Yeah! Brother Cryx is bad because he always teases noona, he pulls your hair and plays with a lot of girls. He's bad," he agreed with me and put a thumbs down. The door opened, "Hello and good evening, may I come in?" Ah, Ezra is really an angel. All he needs is a halo and a crown, kyah! "Sure, hey Pres.," I waved.

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

Her fists curled in and she tried to control herself as he sat on one end of the table. There was no real reason to consume food rather than to show off and have a sense of normalcy. Demons did not need food to sustain themselves, they get that from human emotions. Sadness mostly. That's why demons possess the souls of the people who are weak and sad, easily manipulated so that they can be fed off them. After a while, the person loses his identity and it becomes easy for a demon to take control or simply leave that body. I licked my lips as I stared at the different types of food that would put human buffets to shame. Everything from juices to meat and bread.

Till he was just the breathing silhouette Sebastian had seen. Sebastian knows because he had felt the same. The day of Sarah’s death, he had felt a rage higher than a tower. He lost consciousness of every sense of morality that he had even pulled his gun scaring the kids that stood just where his daughter had left. He recalled the feeling of emptiness when he held lifeless Sarah on the ground, such that he had even wished a truce with the devil. If only it worked that way. So when Sebastian laid his eyes on the man, he knew exactly how he felt. A broken father.

You'll be the one taking your pants off lol. Now why are they called demons? They are THE BEST PLAYERS you can ever see. With their smooth talking and killer smile. They can charm any lady they want without breaking a sweat. They break hearts left and right like it's nothing. In as much as girls have come to despise them for their philandering ways, they still can't help but fall for Yoruba demons. "One look and a daughter of Zion have off pant" -Bimbo Ademoye. Whatever you do, never fall in love with a Yoruba Demon.

Roman was full of disdain. “I’m afraid we’re in danger this time.” Heia solemnly took a deep breath. “These people seem to be demonic practitioners. Their energy feels wrong! Moreover, their energy seems to contain a hint of bewitchment, which can only appear in one great path.” The others realized the insinuation and looked at the four men in black more solemnly. “The demonic great path!” The demonic great path was extremely powerful. If the demonic path was included in the 3,000 paths, it should be at least on par with light and dark.

"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.

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

The four exchanged strange looks and hushed words. “I’ll try to say it as simply as possible,” Demeter said, folding her hands on the table. “You’re one of the two Children of Iniquity, the Child of Darkness. A malevolent creature of evil that appears in our world once in a while.” ‘Me? A malevolent creature of evil? That’s not possible. There has to be a mistake somewhere.’ She wanted to argue. She wasn’t calling herself a saint, but evil wasn’t a word she would associate herself with. She tried to be at peace with all people, no matter how annoying they were. Sweetheart? Yes. Nice? Also yes. Pushover? She didn’t like admitting it, but sometimes. But evil? No.