Novel & Cerita Demons Of Pride

it’s like he wants to kill me. Is he still the Jared I meet? He suddenly changes right now, I don’t know him anymore. I was surprised when he quickly approached me and stabbed me in the heart. I felt pain. Not because of the stab, but because of him. I can’t believe that he could do this to me... I could feel the tears dripping from my eyes as we stared at each other. Anger was the only thing I could see in his eyes. “Just die Eunice, I don’t want to see your face again! A demon like you deserves to die! Oh, happy 18th birthday. I hope you’ll see Satan in hell.” He smiled, it was like he was happy seeing me like this.

Live and die like humans. Orion couldn't be a cambion. He didn't look human. There had to be more. He was much older than that. I moved on, dismissing that theory all together. Scanning the pages until I got to a section about the seven deadly sins. And the demons that represent them. The Seven Princes of Hell. "I know Lust, pet." Wait. I scanned the page, eyeing the names. Asmodeus, one of the Seven Princes of Hell, and the embodiment of Lust. This particular demon confuses demonologists because no one can determine his motivations.

I asked him, and he just stared. "I meant what I said in Riverdale, Princess," he said and reached for my hand. He caressed it gently and looked at me. "Razor might have tried to fuck this up, but I am here to fix it," He said and looked at me. "My demons may haunt my dreams and drive me crazy, but they can never keep me from you. I am here to tell you that my words still remain, and I meant it all," he said, and I almost choked, trying to pull my hand away from him.

There was no hint of recognition in his fiery eyes as he glared at us, only mindless rage. But of course, he didn't recognise us. He was no different from a mindless animal in this state, driven purely by instinct and fury. Dante belonged to a species of demons whose anger fuelled their strength. The angrier they got, the stronger they became, and of course, they just happened to have very short fuses to complete the whole package. A deadly combination.

With that he turned and walked away, the other guy following him. Wait, how did he know my name? My heart pounded but not from sadness anymore, but from something else I dare not mention. The Demon King as was popularly known as, is a tribreed. Maybe that was why everyone feared him, or the mere fact that he could make anyone and even an entire pack disappear without a trace. He was an original Lycan, half vampire and still had Demon blood running through his veins. Goddess, this is not good. “Luna Elara!!”

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.

) My body convulsed, waves dragging me under, until I was boneless in his arms, panting, half-sobbing. He didn’t stop. His fingers kept moving, relentless, drawing out every drop of pleasure until I swore I saw stars. “Lucian—I can’t—” “Yes, you can. Again.” His tone was iron, demanding. “No—too much—” “Trust me.” He pressed harder, faster, and my body betrayed me again, another climax tearing through me so violently I bit down on his shoulder to muffle the scream. His curse was ragged this time. “Porca miseria.” (Holy shit.)

And beneath each file, a single line: Subject Lineage: De Luca Variant – Pride Gene. Elena froze. “Pride gene?” Lucia scrolled further. “They’ve been identifying personality markers tied to dominance, defiance, memory independence — traits they call ‘pride responses.’ And they’ve been testing ways to suppress them.” Alessandro’s voice hardened. “They were trying to erase individuality.” Elena’s hands trembled. “And Matteo found out our family — the De Lucas — were the original donors.”

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