Novel & Cerita Demons Of Pride

KAYLEEN These things can’t be real. The doctor is gone but I’m not taking them. I’m not going with medications and I’m never gonna believe her. “Why won’t you believe her?” she’s speaking to me again with her creepy face. Her hands touched my cheeks and she leaned closer. “You are a demon. You are a murderer.” Her whispers made me feel like my blood is on its boiling point. “See? You are angry!” she added and dodged my hand attempting to grip on her arm.

“Then where did the Demons came from?” “They were angels a long time ago. A disciple of God. They were perfect and holy but one angel wants to surpass the God. He wants to become powerful and replaced God that’s why God punished him and dragged him in hell. But this poor angel wants to create a group that’s why he convinced some angels to be with him. Now, they are being called Demon because they always caused trouble and sins and always want to put the human in danger,” But why is Dark Hades different? If he is bad and a demon why would he save me? Why?

I was taken back to when I had stayed away from her and how her anger had materialised into tears. "I'm sorry", I said to her when I turned. She deadpanned and then she smiled and then she grimace. It was like her face was having mood swings and if we weren't in a disagreement I would have teased her for it. "I really am. No lying anymore and secrets". "And pride". she added. "Pride? I'm not proud". "Okay". She rolled her eyes and went back to deadpanning. "Fine, sorry. Guy.. okay, I am proud"

Demons were vile and ruthless creatures. "Thank you so much for coming today. My name is Lucas Gabriel Connor, and some of you may already be familiar with me as the now-Vampire prince who is Riana's mate. Today, we will engage in combat with the demons and exterminate such heinous creatures as they off the face of the world! They kidnap our Princesses, rape our women, and murder our children. They are the worst. Bring your weapons to your hips and follow me, anybody who believes they should die!" I screamed, and after delivering my speech, I started walking towards the cave, with a large army trailing behind me.

While it is unusual for a royal to mingle with the commoners even if one is from a prestigious merchant family, the common people in this area are aware of the infamous Fourth Prince who often goes against the etiquette of the society. Some look down on the prince for not being a proper royal by conforming to the rules of society. Some are indifferent while some are in awe of this blatantly casual behavior. Though one thing everyone agrees on is that this prince is the black sheep of the Imperial Family. Unlike his other more accomplished royal siblings, this prince is plain and useless with no merits under his name. His reputation is only held up by his status as a member of the Imperial Fa

William continued but the bishop interrupted again. "Pestilence, Sadism, Hate, Fear, Wrath, Gluttony and Sloth respectively." The bishop paused "They aren't just demons, they are the princes of the devil, heirs to the supreme throne of hell. Always arguing on whom is suitable for the throne." He added. "You know according to mythology, hell has ranges and domains. Are these demons or princes part of them?" Amelia asked, she has been hearing a lot about hell and it related species not knowing they originated from it.

The sight of it—swaying slightly in the furnace-breath, jaw hanging loose—drew a hush of hungry satisfaction from the watching demons. This was a promise: you are never done paying. Judgement without end. Hell’s only gospel. The demons roared approval. A few jostled each other, eager to see who he’d turn his attention to next. Some pressed their trophies closer to the edge of the walkways like offerings, their chained souls thrashing. Others knelt, foreheads pressed to hot iron, whispering little prayers of cruelty, asking to be chosen, to be used, to be noticed by the flame that ruled them. They prayed to him the way mortals once prayed to the heavens. Not for mercy. For proximity.

All cultures practice it, but Lunamin is especially sacred to Demons for reasons that are too heartbreaking to consider amongst the rest. “It is a bit too sweet,” I rotate my teeth rather than my tongue across my lip. Never really sure how people will take feedback. Pride is a constant in Demons. Stubbornness also common. Just in different ways. The kinds that match with their natures as cats, dogs, bears, or winged predators who never fail to capture their prey. Oni are always assumed since they can’t take their Sacred forms. Still, it’s one of those things that everyone takes as a given, and I question.

"Ow, ow, ow, you crazy woman! Aaah, that hurts! What're you doing?! Leave my ear! Ow! Jesus, ow!" Adrian let out the shrillest shriek ever known to human existence. I let go of his ear and ignoring his sigh of relief and his 'are you crazy' gaze on me, I looked at him closely for any signs of a demonic soul. I'd heard that the possessed souls showed their true colors if they're harmed in any way. But when there was no sign of changing shapeform or something as dramatic as that, I finally realized what I'd done.

It was highlighted by one of arrogance's underlings. The demons glared angrily at him. The demon reigns are divided into four categories, each with its own set of laws. There is Lord, who is the devil, then his incarnate, and then there are the masters, who include Zeoling and others whom he awoke. The underlings, sometimes known as servants, are the last group. They must observe orders and refrain from disrupting meetings! Because of their arrogance, arrogant underlings are known to strive to evade rules. They are quite rude and do anything they want. Most people they've impacted refer to them as having strong self-esteem and self-confidence, yet they're really unpleasant and arrogant.