Demonic Obsessions 소설 & 이야기

Since there was not much time, the couple rushed to finish what they had started, before Amada showed up. It was Dylan's worry about betraying Amada. He was very afraid of being caught by Amada. Although he is afraid, he cannot control his desires. The sly demon that was hiding deep inside has come out. It sounds ridiculous, but it is something that happens according to the laws of nature. It's as if the more forbidden something is, the more people want to do it right, regardless of whether the behavior is wrong or guilty. Most people experience the same state as Dylan when possessed by demons. However, there are also cases like Adama, she would rather die than surrender.

I said pointing at the direction of where I thought the pull was coming from. " They are probably fucking her," she said and I raised my brows in confusion, I don't know what she was talking about. " Someone is fucking who," I asked as I picked up my underwear slipping my foot into it. " I saw her with a Bartender at the night club." I growled as a furious rage took over my senses, I feared that I couldn't control my anger as I felt my demon taking over my body and soul. I quickly wore my shirt and pants before teleporting my self to the direction of the pull ignoring the voice of Kathy who was nagging and ranting.

It included— Classical possession: (where a demon takes over a person's body, controlling them like a puppet). Obsessive possession: (creating recurring disturbing thoughts, causing suicidal ideation). External possession: (where physical pain is caused to the subject, though they remain conscious). And finally, and most importantly, Oppressive possession:

Oscar felt his spiritual consciousness being destroyed. His pupils turned blood-red, and strands of blood spread through his eyes as a daemonic essence surged within him, transforming him completely. Oscar’s gaze became icy, filled with intense murderous intent. He waved his hand, creating a barrier around himself as waves of daemonic essence emanated from his body. He knew he had to control it. If anyone noticed, it could spell disaster. The Universe Alliance was originally formed to fight the daemons, and exposing himself was too risky.

her voice shivered as that night ran in her mind. "What he did to you?" "He-he-he. All I know is that he is crazy. Wild. Violent. An obsessive enthusiast. He can kill with a flick of his finger, with a flutter of his lash," she kept on saying as if in a trance, "if you g-go against him, he won't kill you but extract your soul. When you are u-under him, around him, you have got no other option but to obey because at the end only that would happen what he had mentioned in the very start. I'm scared of challenging him,"

He groaned as he crashed on the ground,his body dirty but he didn't waste any time to get up and tried to attack Lincoln. "Boring!" Lincoln mumbled to himself as he had enough already,his eyes stared ahead as he appeared to be respectful but full of hidden depths. He gave off the feeling of an ancient vampire,his slender and long legs moved in slow motion as he brought out his second hand from his pocket which he had been keeping in his pocket all these while. Lincoln spread both hands out as his claws grew even more longer and his canines sharpened,his demeanor changed into a demonic one. His appearance was a little flaky but gave off ample aggressiveness.

I walked to the bar at the left corner of the room, took a fruit wine and poured it the wine glass. It was the most wonderful sex I had in years. I strangely didn’t feel disgusted to have sex with a woman. In my past relationships, I haven’t been able to have sex with any of them as I would begin to develop rashes when we got intimate, even with my ex-girlfriend, Annabel.

“Who are we to judge? They all look the same on the inside with all this useless covering gone. Take away all the decorations and we are all as ugly. We hide demons devoid of conscience inside ourselves; we keep them hidden in the secretive corners of our hearts, livers, lungs. It is our job to bring them into day light, to let them burn in the purge of the illumination. Which is exactly what she must be going through now.” The cold voice grew an edge of lust. “Her hidden demons are contorted in spasms of agony as we speak. They twist and writhe in time with the physical spasms of her body. See her squirm and groan! That is her darker side answering to the caress of light.”

He does scare me but I refuse to show my fear. “And what if that obsession of yours will fade?” I contended, rage illuminating my entire being like a bright white light. I know how obsession works very well, but once that phase will be over. Then, I’m good as nothing but a toy he’s done playing with. And what next? He’ll discard me like I didn’t even exist in the first place. Obsession is a dangerous thing. It can make a person do anything, and by “anything,” I mean the most unbelievable of behaviors.

“According to Lucifer, demons have been disappearing from the lower rungs of the circles of hell. Most of them have the powers that the creature I killed several days ago and your…date.” Her expression blanks as she peruses the sheet. “I don’t know what most of these creatures are. What’s an incubus?” My lip quirks. “They are male lust demons. They can entice their prey and heighten sexual desire.” Her eyes snap up to mine, and all color drains from her face. “I think…I think my date…” she mutters distastefully. “…might have been an incubus. I mean, he touched me, and I felt…things.”