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Horror filled them, except Slaemann who savored the spectacle with relish. ‘This is the crib of the damned’ intoned the guardians. ‘And why the hell is the hell of murder our stop. The crib of the damned souls. The volcano! The damned. Pray he wasn’t a whitewashed tomb lest we might spend longer years here.’ they panicked ‘But he’s never harmed anyone.’ Emre tried to explain

“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.

demon:- I can not see sad people if other are sad, and I can not live suffocating for other happiness, so I prioritise what is good for me and my people, even if it means killing someone fraud someone, and even if mean to say silence or get suffered, I do anything good or bad, for me, not for god, not to show someone, not for making a good image in front of me, I do what is good for me and my people. name:- At first I think like that, but then when he took everything, I began to think it was because of my past karma so I suffered for god, no I want to have a good image in front of god, that was my mistake. demon:- if we work for others or god then where are we in it, then we nothing but hypo

“I am speaking to the queen.” My breath hitched. Damien’s confidence, his complete disregard for the lesser demons, made my pulse quicken. His unwavering stance sent a ripple of tension through the room. A low, guttural chuckle rumbled from the demon’s throat. He stepped forward slightly, his dark eyes narrowing with amusement. “Ah, Damien,” the demon mused. “You’ve always been so bold, haven’t you? Do you even understand what we are capable of? What we can do?”

FAITH “I’m so excited. Touch me. Feel me.” The demon purred, and I hesitated before grabbing both sides of his head. I had never had one react in this manner before. It was unsettling and quite possibly their reason for acting that way. “You’re excited, too. You claim to hate this, but fuck do you feel powerful doing this! You love making people suffer, don’t you? You’re just like me. You can feel me right now, but I can feel you, too."

Selene The demons were beings of incredible and strange power. They were not only evil and darkness; they were agony, abyss, and madness. They were something I could never have imagined seeing or feeling before, and it gave me chills. I couldn't even digest what I was feeling; my angelic side was overwhelmed and completely confused by what was happening. A whirlwind of sensations consumed me completely, and I felt overwhelmed. But I wasn't going to let those creatures from hell ruin our lives.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Author’s POV. In the dim, oppressive air of the dark den, the Dark Alpha’s voice echoed with a chilling resonance. "Damon, your army is useless. It didn’t help me terrorize Alpha Zander Blake,” he sneered, his tone dripping with mockery. Damon stood amidst the flickering light of a ritual circle, the golden trident in his grasp glowing faintly. He had been channeling its ancient power, weaving warlock incantations to strengthen himself for the inevitable day of destruction. The interruption was unwelcome, his irritation evident in the way his shoulders tensed.

] Me: [? Cousin: [I researched this extensively. Demons need discipline. They're bad by nature, so you fight evil with evil. If they don't submit, you beat them until they do.] Corporal punishment, huh… Cousin: [But don't worry about traumatizing them or anything. Demons are kind of messed up; some even have kink tendencies. They like being hit. The harder you hit, the better it feels for them, the more obsessed they become with you, and the more obedient they are.]

Queen Veronica utters. Demonica still tries to get up then she faces us looking so scary and angry. “That power is MINE!” Demonica screams as if she is starting to go crazy, her voice is not of Demonica or that echoing two voices rather it is a voice that we once heard on Demonica’s vision of the past where she met the black goddess.