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He wasn't sure he wanted to know the details. "DeVayne was involved in all sorts of dark practices, and you'll need magic to help defeat Harrison. It appears these despicable individuals summoned a demon," Westwood explained, her tone tinged with annoyance. "A demon?" Parker blinked, clearly taken aback by the revelation. "Well, it was once something else. It used to be a revered spirit called Okami, a sort of Japanese ghost wolf. But DeVayne's wickedness twisted it, and now, the Okami is all that's keeping Harrison intact," Westwood elaborated.

demon:- I can not see sad people if other are sad, and I can not live suffocating for other happiness, so I prioritise what is good for me and my people, even if it means killing someone fraud someone, and even if mean to say silence or get suffered, I do anything good or bad, for me, not for god, not to show someone, not for making a good image in front of me, I do what is good for me and my people. name:- At first I think like that, but then when he took everything, I began to think it was because of my past karma so I suffered for god, no I want to have a good image in front of god, that was my mistake. demon:- if we work for others or god then where are we in it, then we nothing but hypo

She bit her lip and looked fervently around to the warlocks cleaning up to make sure none of them heard. “That’s your name, isn’t it?” Ruben said his eyes darkening. When he had heard that name uttered by that demon his whole body had been covered in goosebumps and he had shuddered with an intense fire heating his loins. “Your real name?” Kat looked away. “Yes, it is, but…please don’t say it so carelessly.” Ruben startled, he remembered Demon’s real names held power over them. “Bastet is a goddess…why do you have her name?” Ruben leaned over intently.

I stood up and faced her as she did the same. At first I was in doubt that she was human, but when she wrote the name of our gods on my palm, I realized there and then that she really was. Because all demons knew of our gods, but there was never a day they wrote or called out their names. According to myths and stories, a demon who dared to call upon their names or write it down, faced a calamity.

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.

Arnold sat beside Yvonne “My village needs your help, we unknowingly unleashed a deadly demon on ourselves during a festival and that demon has been slaughtering people… I had managed to make an escape through a portal to find you… and I am so grateful I did” “What is the name of this demon?” Arnold asked “All I know is that my people call him Pluto… or The Ningara” “What does that mean?” Uzor asked “It means… The eater of Worlds” she replied “This doesn’t sound good at all” Yvonne said “Please help me, you are the only hope we have” she begged

I couldn’t help my devious grin. “So, are there different kinds of demons?” “Different levels, yes,” I nodded. “What are the levels?” Her questions came out quickly and it made me so happy that she had come around and was asking more. “Level one demons are direct relatives to the Devil and himself, level two demons are the offspring of those demons, level three demons are those who began as humans and were then turned into demons before death, and level four is everyone who was made a demon by their own sins.”

“Psh. You're thick, with brains like molasses. You summoned a demon lord, not Fluffy the Persian.” Anya regained her composure and followed the protocol Baba Yaga had taught her: “Cherti! I demand you tell me your name.” “Boniface’s butt, there's no need to yell.” The cat scratched its ears in pain. “The name's Aym, Flamin’ Aym: duke of hazard, firebrand of Hell. I'm a Goetic demon. 26 legions are mine to command. I enjoy burning things, feline fatales, and bowls of cream. Some call me a pyromaniac. I prefer to think of myself as a cigarette: addictive, flammable, and occasionally deadly. Now, what does a gent have to do around here to get some cream?” Aym flicked his tail and se

He leans forward as if eager to share a juicy secret, his voice dropping to a low, menacing tone. "We have many names, Isa. Some call us Iblis, Mara, Jin, Shaytan, but your kind prefers to call us Demons." The revelation strikes me like a thunderbolt, my mind struggling to comprehend the enormity of his words. This man is a demon. The implications of his presence and his connection to King Stellan send my thoughts spiraling into a realm of darkness and uncertainty. "But you can call me, Aster," he adds, his voice reducing to a sly whisper. "I’ve always liked that name…. It has a certain ring to it, don't you think?"

''I accept. I sign my sentence with these demons. The two give sideways smiles, almost identical. ''My name is Lucifer D'Angelo, the one next to me is my brother, Damon D'Angelo. It's not that they are demons, they even have their names. ''You are ours now, Thomas. Better not forget about it.''says coldly. As if that were possibl