Demons Souls Ring Of Avarice Novels & Stories

“What is the different, really?” Lyka shook her head, “Demons thirst for blood, human blood and they thrive on human soul. They yearn to conquer the world, to slave the humans… and if it wins, if the demon wins, then it might even call to more demons from the underworld. It will become madness, a rush of insanity. Chaos will become significant and insignificant part of all, and only human blood, liters and liters, will satiate them. There will be more death…” “Why in the world someone would call for a demonic spirit, knowing all these?”

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

“So we’re looking for a ring?” “Mm. I’ll recognise it when I see it.” I sounded confident, but I didn’t have a fucking clue whether I would be able to identify it or not. I only glimpsed the ring on the demon’s finger, but that was long enough for me to realise it was familiar. By the Moon Goddess’ grace, the Vault was well organised. There was a tiny section dedicated to demonic artefacts and amongst the shitload of whacky items, there was a Hellion ring. I picked it up and studied it.

He smiled at her and stepped closer to her, pulling her head to him he held it against his stomach, stroking her hair. “Breathe, baby girl.” The ring of salt blazed suddenly with blue fire and the floor within the pentagram sigil seemed to fall and crumble away leaving a gaping hole to the fiery pits of the Demon Realm, a staircase leading down, leaving a narrow two foot ledge within the blue fire ring of protection. A steady, heart stopping beat of slow heavy footsteps sounded loud in the still quiet of the room as the warlocks stopped chanting and became like tranced zombies, staring unseeing at the circle.

I heard Azrael say from right next to me, right before she replied, “Yes, yes, you were just following the half-breed. I know,” She knowingly smiled, flipping on the table what seemed like a tarot card, only it had some weird symbols instead of the usual descriptive drawings. “Her soul is bound to yours... Interesting...” She muttered mostly to herself, not sparing a single glance at the card lying on the table, still keeping her gaze fixated towards the window. Okay, this is getting seriously weird right now. She then flipped yet another card, just like the last time, not even bothering to look down at it and with a deadly serious tone, she said,

this is tormenting me. [Demon of Sloth -Elite rank] The unique evolution of the demon race endowed with the power of sloth, one of the seven sins. ??????????? Class- Necromancer Special skill- Resurrect Sloth skill- Negate +15 INT +5 AGI OKAY choose Demon of sloth this instant! Hahaha, seven sins…. I remember fantasizing about having the power of sins. In fact, I know everything about them, this must be fate! It even has more skills than the dragon one, which means it is stronger right. Yepp obviously I won't change my decision.

Prince Anouk just brought ten men with him and the rest was relied on the ring. The ring has the ability to create an illusion. It was made of black stone from the underworld and the purple stones were given by Purple Smoke to King Marcellus. Both were life-threatening as it won't work without being fed with blood. It will consume the bearer's blood if not fed with someone else's. But the reward in return was worth it. Whoever the owner of the blood that it sucked, will be used to create a powerful illusion that no ordinary human could tell what's fake or not, except for those who had known the ring's existence and the whole process.

“She’s an angel. How could— “ “She’s no ordinary angel, Chival. She’s an angel of memories as well as your guardian angel. When she fell in love with you, the afterlife started to be in chaos.” "What, I don't understand!" I said, confused. "Explain it." “Look, the afterlife has two powerful angels. The Angel of Memories and the Angel of Reincarnation. They worked together to have balance in the afterlife. Syne collects the soul and memories, Uriel uses those memories to reincarnate people.” “I still don’t get it. So what? ” I sighed. "What happened to her?" That’s all I want to know. That’s all.

I could feel the burn, the flame inside me and a fainted memory that hit me… "Ria… Ria… come back!!! I need you!!!" He kept calling her but she didn't look back at him for once. His eyes were burning with the desire and lust for her, and she was running away from him. That face of a demon, she can't forget… that horrible memory that imprinted in her mind. She kept running until a dead end. The little girl was scared and felt the presence of that monster behind her. "Ria… Sol…aaa…Ria… I told you you can't escape… Now, I will claim you and keep it in my collection." The devil roared and the girls screamed while covering her eyes.

They saw her alone, easy, and they moved in like starving wolves. Fornication. One of mankind’s proudest talents. Now she sits there, curled in sorrow. And for some damn reason, a thought slithers through my mind: Maybe I should cheer her up. Ridiculous. I’m Paimon. Demon King. Ninth Circle Prince. I strip souls bare and feed them to nightmares. My joy is in their screams—not their smiles. But… I know her weakness. Food. I sat beside her, snapped my fingers, and summoned a burger with my Demonic Energy—three thick patties, lettuce, tomato, bacon, and enough grease to clog a mortal's soul.