Novelas y relatos de Greater Demons Isle Of Souls

Back then, Nox was still too young, his whole mind focused on training to become the next Lord Chevalier, but even he remembered clearly how chaotic the Cloud City had become when half of the 1st Master’s disciples were annihilated in a mission without anyone knowing the cause. Now Lena assured them it was a single demon who absorbed all those Celestial Guardians’ souls with just breathing in. Where had he heard something like that before? Lately he didn’t want to discuss matters with the elders of the house, because they wanted to bring up the search for his true soulmate at every turn. However, this time he would probably need the knowledge and memories of the previous generations. A demon

“I saw it … red and burning … the Demonlords have their grasp on my soul.” “That might’ve been the reason you keep on having that dream,” Luna said all of a sudden, looking thoughtful. “The concept of the soul is directly connected to the Tree of Genia in my country, Asveneas. It’s where all souls are born, from the life energy the tree brings forth. The tree that you’re seeing in your dream must be its exact opposite … the Tree of Exodia …” Arth faced Luna, his eyes blinking in puzzlement. “There’s another one, then?”

Then I wrapped my arms around her shoulder, her head leaning close to me, and we started to walk into the house together. *Flashback* "Please! Just name your price and make me famous!" "Make my husband forsake his mistress and fall in love with me again! I'm ready to pay!" "I want to be the most good-looking woman in this village, but I don't really have any money! But I'm willing to serve you!" Jasmine was peering through the window curtain when Helene started calling her from the dining hall. She drew the window drapes firmly closed and stepped into the dining hall.

Without waiting for a response, I summoned my wings and flew to the Fire Palace, where Azazel was staying. The fire palace loomed ahead, a towering structure of obsidian and brimstone, glowing faintly with the embers of eternal flames that lined its walls. The heat was intense, even for a demon god like me. It was a testament to the raw, untamed power that resided within these walls. As I approached, the massive iron gates groaned open, allowing me entry. The guards, demons of flame and shadow, bowed their heads in reverence, their fiery eyes flickering as I passed.

“How exactly does she think she can take both Crescent Kingdom and Dema Mortem?” Isaac spits out a mouthful of blood and sighs heavily, “she has been building up an army. She has exiled vampires and werewolves, witches, humans, and Cassian’s entire empire under her control. She’s sold Gwendolyn’s soul to the void and created unimaginable weapons.” “You can’t sell your soul to the void,” Samael spits out, “the void isn’t a demon of the underworld. It will seep out and corrupt whatever is offered to it, but it does not make deals.”

"I thought that if I could summon a Greater Demon and kill it with evidence to present to the Caucus, they'd let me be a part of their world and finally accept that I also had something special in me. I admit my plan was way over the top. I was a desperate, stupid eighteen-year old. "Perhaps a Raum or Dragonid demon I might have had luck killing, but summoning a Greater Demon, a demon that had existed before the birth of Hunters, infact a child of Lilith and Lucifer, was unthinkable among Hunters, but I was so desperate to prove a point to the Caucus, my mom, and Hunters at large, that one faithful night when my mother was out, I stole a couple of her spellbooks, a box of chalk and a Celesti

Not quite a shadow. The Pale One smiled — faint, knowing. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said, voice carrying the echo of a thousand deaths. “I could say the same,” Soreth replied, though his throat was dry. “You shouldn’t exist.” The Pale One tilted its head. “And yet, here we both are. Two ghosts searching for the same truth.” “What truth?” “The one your masters buried.” The Pale One’s form flickered — now nearer, close enough for Soreth to see the faint shimmer of symbols written across its skin. “The Soulbound were the price of your immortality. You just forgot who paid it.”

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.