Novel & Cerita Demons Fanart

I smirked haughtily as I plopped down on the sofa beside him. We were currently seated in the living room of his apartment in front of the TV. Marcus was out somewhere so it was just the two of us right now. "What kind of a show is named 'Boys over Flowers'? And what language is this?!" He demanded. I gave him a glare, "Boys over Flowers happens to be one of my favorite shows and its Korean." "You know Korean?" He sounded baffled. I just rolled my eyes at him. "No, I don't. We're supposed to read the subtitles. Duh."

I exclaimed cheerfully. Bastian smiled at my outburst and turned us into the park’s parking lot. He found a spot quickly and placed the car in park. He took his seatbelt off and turned in his seat to look at me. “Okay Ren time for a pop quiz. Are you ready?” I giggled and nodded, wiggling excited in my car seat. “How many types of demons are there?” “7!” “Correct and which type am I?” “Pride!” “Besides demons, what else is out there?”

My attention was drawn to vintage portraits and masterpieces, which were almost barely discernible by dirt and grime. I began taking a cautious stride forward while manually trying to calculate the floorboard's sturdiness. Then, with my bare fingers, I slowly and carefully brushed away the cobwebs obscuring the portrait, enabling me to see what the photo had to say. It was a photo of a woman and a child, theoretically a mother and daughter. With her brown and wavy hair, the woman strongly resembles a Goddess of Beauty intricately crafted in the form of a human. But there was just something disturbing and unnerving about her gaze that made the strands on my shoulders and the back of my neck s

They all were attacking her. Since she was a warrior, her powers were suppressed by those demons. I rose a hearty flame and burned them. I was able to kill many of the demons and we fought hand in hand with them. One of them tried to escape but Eira's whiplash got his leg and dragged him back. "We will let you go if you tell us where the army of demons is?" I asked him. "And you think I will tell you that easily? He was grinning and I burnt my finger red hot and then burned his flesh. He was in immense pain and cried. I kept repeating it till he spilled the beans and gave us a lead.

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

The last thing I heard before pulling through the clouds was his voice in my head. " You won’t take her away from me again” he said. Wait. Again? I called my advisors to do some research on everything they had on Xavier. Red eyes and smoke were only common around one species. Demons. Demons are the vilest creatures who inhabit peoples' bodies on earth. They exist purely to create conflict. Was it possible Xavier was possessed by the spawn of the dark one? If that is the case, how long have I not been talking to the real Xavier?

Why would anyone paint that willingly? A holy spear was going through the mid-section of the wings of a demon, black and huge wings. They were so majestic and beautiful, but that rod was impaling through the flesh and bone. The demon’s head was hung down as if in pain, the black fog surrounding him everywhere. I stared at the rod which was tied to a metal pole by chains with no chances of escaping it. If the demon tried to pull or tug at the rod, it will only hurt him, tear more at his flesh. My eyes slipped down and found the surface which was painted in black. A sea of black blood flowing down. Was it supposed to represent evil going away from his body? Is that why the rod was pierced thro

I place my arm around her shoulder again and despite her warning earlier, she relaxes into. “It’s Deamartos.” I wait to see if she knows who I’m talking about but she makes not indication that she does.”A demon general spirit lies on this very soil.” Back in the olden days he was a master at war a general who commanded many armies. He won many battles against the human armies. “It is said that when he died they buried him somewhere here in an unmarked grave. He was so harsh and strict his own people didn’t want his corpse anywhere near them.

The group in the middle was not only fighting the Demons that were coming from down below, but also the Angels that were raining down lightning on the group. If I look at the picture long enough I can almost see the flash from the lightning sparkling in my eyes. The image was captivating to look at and I find it hard for me to drag my gaze away from it. Demons can be seen crawling from beneath the earth, dragging their beastly bodies up through the ground and attacking anyone that stands close enough to their grasp.

It's mouth hung wide open showing a display of huge canines like razors ready to destroy. We all stared at the paper. I didn't get the point Faye was trying to make by showing me this. So... It's a picture of a red eyed demon, probably from an old fairy tail considering how old and rusty the book was. "Faye what does this have to do with anything? "Ming chimed. 'Oh thank God it didn't have to be me.'