Demonology Book By King James นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The parish church next door stood dark, its doors locked, its stained-glass saints blind to what was about to happen in the small stone room behind the sacristy. Father Damien, thirty-two, lean, dark-haired, always impeccably groomed, sat in his black cassock with the top three buttons undone. His Roman collar lay discarded on the desk like a shed skin. In front of him: an old leather-bound book he had found sealed in the crypt during last year’s restoration, its pages brittle, its Latin script jagged and profane. He had told himself this was research. Academic curiosity. A priest studying demonology to better combat it.

It was as though the paintings, the blue fire, the books, were all whispering to me. I swallowed hard. The more I looked around, the more I realized that there was a reason why it seemed everyone feared him. It wasn’t just the fact that he was a tribreed, or that he had demon blood running through him. Maybe they feared him because of the powers he had in his possession. Something old, terrifyingly old and magical. It could bring anyone to their knees. Whenever anyone thinks of King Dravon, their mind goes to a harsh, cold, domineering werewolf who loved authority.

The memories comfort and then swiftly spin around and wound me. All I can do for now, stuck in Greenway in this gilded cage, is keep out of the firing line. Back in the library amongst the records I picked up a couple of books for studying tonight in my room. They’re about demons and demonology. I’m going to work out whatever it is Roxie has awoken and find out to put the thing back in its place. The pages are dark and stained with age, the blood red leathery covers marked with hundreds of different users' hopes for answers.

I just found where I'm going to spend the rest of my time while Keo is absent. I spend at least half an hour inspecting as many books as possible before one piques my interest. It's particularly old, written over a century ago. By the looks of it, it details some Angel-blood history regarding Demon's. Lugging the book upstairs, I lay it on my bed, flipping the cover open. I take my time scanning the small text, learning about the war, about Angel's depiction of Demon's. It's rough, hearing how they detail the mass death's, and how they justify it.

Wonder if I have any powers? *Ember* I run my hand over the books in my workroom searching for a specific one. "Ah ha." I grab a book with a dark crimson cover and gold lettering from the shelf. "Demons and Hell" is written across the cover. I grab some paper, my feather and my ink before I sit down on a chair. I open the book and start reading. "There are three classes of demons known to humankind. The classes are as follows: the lowest level are the Vermin Class followed by the Common Class and lastly are the Royalty Class.

And slowly the demons and The Demon King (John) became evanescent into the atmosphere. ---------------------< Chapter 1: Finished >--------------

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

“Yes. Naomi is going to run the sigil by her gran. She thinks she’s seen it before, so we should be able to get a name by tonight.” “Once you have a name, will you know how to kill it?” “Possibly.” I don’t know how to kill a demon that arose straight from Hell. I don’t even know how to perform an exorcism on one possessed. “You can read Latin, right?” “Right.” “There might be something in the Book of the Beast on how to kill demons.” “I will read through it.” He hands me the wine and sits on the bench next to me. “Thanks, babe.” I take another big gulp and reach for Lucas’s hand. “You don’t have to help me with this.”

I hesitate to lean into his touch and he exhales through his nose. His hand felt so right on me. It always did. I just couldn't admit that to myself. He was getting married for heavens sake. I didn't want to get in trouble either, but I also didn't really want to fight back the urge anymore. -But I must! He's a King! The King. He traces his thumb along my bottom lips with his tongue slightly out of his mouth. Then he stands up abruptly and I get a fully exciting and shocking view of his erection and I can't take my eyes off of it! Is that why they says he's a Demon?

He barks out a laugh, making me jump in surprise. "What kind of witch are you? Can you not read?" My cheeks heat up more, but now from anger. "I can read!" "Really." He flips the book shut before leafing through the first few introductory pages. "'Demonology'." "What?!" I rip the book out of his hands. My eyes land on the first few paragraphs underneath the introduction. 'Demonology: How To Trap, Capture, and Keep Your Demon. A How To Guide On All Things Demon Related. Magic, Curses, and Keeping Your Demon From Magical Outbursts'.