Heavenly Demon Cultivation Simulation Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Chapter 000 To get a superpower, I joined the survival game. But a small system glitch changed my mission in the Soul Trial from the universal “Survival” to… “Slay Sitri”. Sitri is the great prince of hell who reigns over sixty legions of demons. And his specialty? He creates love between two souls from thin air. When I first met that devil, he smirked with those fox eyes, taking pride in holding the hearts of all mortals in his hand.

Foolish creature. I rose from my seat in the divine plane, moonlight trailing from my fingertips like liquid silver. The stars around me whispered in warning, and the land below flickered in my sight like a pulse. I closed my eyes… and reached. And oh, how it screamed when I touched it. The demon’s seed twisted in defiance, trying to grow, trying to tangle itself around the spirit threads of my child’s forest. It wanted rot. It wanted madness. It got me. I gripped the foul little sprout in both ethereal hands and ripped it from the earth like a weed. I burned it in my palm until there was nothing left but ash and memory.

The warmth in the chaos. I grip my head, falling to my knees, sweat pouring down my back. “No…” I gasp. “Get out. Get the fuck out of my head!” The demonic voice snarls and shifts. I feel it clawing at me from inside, like it knows I’m fighting harder now. Like it knows it's losing. Simone raises her hands, her voice going sharp and commanding as she begins chanting. I can feel the energy pulsing from her, targeting me, targeting the thing inside me.

A terrifying aura surged out as Wilbur activated his domain. He raised the halberd high above his head, shouting, "Dawn of Twelve Chapters: Dirge of Despair: Dark Conflagration of the Abyss!" Terrifying spiritual flames shot into the air as a sense of overwhelming hopelessness and loneliness overtook everyone. A thick, black cloud rose above the ocean, forming a gigantic whirlpool that began to spin. Wilbur, Atrus, and the sixty Sanctuary cultivators began losing their spiritual energy.

I questioned sharply, my stomach churning with revulsion. "We hunt demons that come from downstairs. The ones that have been found guilty of crime. And some like to be hunted. It's a game. Some demons here like to be chased. They like the sense of danger right on their tail. Others like to be the ones who chase." The other male said. "Give me a running demon every day. I'll catch it. And I will drink it's blood as reward." He said next, quickly looking at me and looking away again. I caught the glint of excitement in his dark eyes.

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------------------------------------------------------------------------ ICW V2 V2" Today's guest, V3! What are the intentions of these demons?" V3" Well, they want to live under the sun and to be free. But due to their demonic blood, they are corrupting other beings which results in Witches, Dark Elves, etc. I'm actually quite surprised that they managed to break through Saki's seal." V2" And why are they trying to get to Diomondi?" V3" They believe the Ancient Evils sealed in Zakheaven will help them achieve their desires." ------------------------------------------------------------------------

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.

She half-heartedly expected her prayer to work. Instead of the pain, she felt a warm liquid gush on her face. 'What?' She opened her eyes to see the man she had bumped into twice today. More importantly, he held the demon's head in his hand. "You kill...ed it." "Indeed." He responded, throwing her ID in front of her. "When praying to incur your wrath, you do not pray to either god, angels, or demons. You pray to the devil," he said as the moonlight shined upon white hair.