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The God's must be really mad at me for being resurrected and turned into a werewolf. "Please stop Lukas, I don't want this." I beg. "I am a demon Adellee, the more you beg the more I become beasty." Lukas said as he travel from my breast don't to my core while bitting every skin he get contact with. I feel so helpless. I wish that the Moon hears my plea and send someone to help me. Like the Moon Goddess hears me, someone knocks on the door. Lukas hist and stand-up to see who's outside.

While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering. A desire to control others is the underlining reason behind all this, and who is the father of control but the fallen angel, Lucifer, who lost control and hates all that is from Yahveh.

I spit out, just to annoy the demon a little. Than groans as if he's taking my words seriously and actually answers, "No, God and I, we don't get along." Now I understand why Lenox said demons have no sense of humour since this one surely has none. I step closer and ask another question to make my point. "So that means that God exists?" "He did. God is dead." Than whispers.

It had baffled when he was just a mere mortal, but it floored him now as a demon. Her stubborn will to be both defiantly strong and soft in his hands had caused the sadistic side of Young to rear its head in Blood, pushing for an opportunity to turn her to clay. It never made any sense how she embodied love and light at all times, even when the harsh parts of herself were shown. The demon side of Young couldn’t help but want, damn near need, to crush that light out of her. In the same token, her display of blind trust in him was a gift he never wanted to take for granted so he was torn, now more than ever.

Every noble gave way for him to walk through. Roman moved through the crowd effortlessly. Lysan's hand tightened on the glass. He had seen that smile a thousand times, in battle fields, in his nightmares, everywhere. But here, no one knew what that smile hid. Dyleon whispered softly to Lysan. “Wow, so that's the famous Demon prince, Roman Da'Luca.” “Yeah.” “They say he's gonna be the next Demon king.” Dyleon's eyes trailed Roman. “But, mere looking at him, he doesn't seem like someone who could cause terror.”

Ares smirked. Hades chuckled. "I have the perfect demon for that job," He snapped his fingers and a huge smoke filled the place. It faded and a handsome demon emerged. Hades chuckled. "Meet Damon Oan, the demon of seduction. He will be able to distract the moon goddess." "How about he makes her love interest jealous? That way, he won't be able to handle it anymore and finally confess his feelings to her? With the confession, she won't be able to focus and then we can strike." Ares suggested.

I looked with worry at the dark descending stairs. "Secret passage to our basement." "You guys really are afraid of this Lycan God." My fingers brushed over the symbols carved on the side of the parted shelves. I felt an electrical charge in my skin as it came into contact with it. My body shuddered once I crossed over the threshold. That was definitely some old ritual magic they had protecting this place. "Anyone with any sense would be afraid of him. He has no soul, Riley. God isn't what he is, although he thinks of himself as one. A demon from the deepest most vile pits of hell is who created that monster." Katie spoke with pure disgust.

The Northwest Demon instinctively looked at Colby, gritting his teeth; he swallowed a blood-red pill, then held his hands in front of Salem. “Please.” Salem shook his head. “I’ll let you make three moves. If not, you won’t be enough for me to warm up.” The Northwest Demon was instantly infuriated; he was also a prominent figure—a God of War who had been around for a long while. And yet, he was just a nobody in Salem’s eyes. Everyone who became a God of War was clearly extremely hardworking. After swallowing the pill, the Northwest Demon took a step forward. Bam!

“Is that a way to greet your friend?” “Damn it it’s too early for your bullshit Lev, what brings you here?” I asked with a bored look. Leviathan is my friend—yep, a demon that as far as I’ve heard is in a very high position back in hell or so it seems. Not like I really care—I don’t care about the underworld’s democracy or what-shit-not. Anyway, this idiot was the one who turned me into a demon after failing my wish and latched onto me and I guess we became friends.

And I asked him something he had never expected. “Did your wife get a proper burial? Is her soul free?” “Y-yes.” “What about the soul of your child?” Jack’s look became haunted, and I gave him a knowing nod. “If you’d like, we could visit the graveyard. I’ll check.” He believed me. Back then, I wasn’t entirely sure, but I had inherited that ability from the demon. They can be demonically persuasive if they want something. “Who are you to check that?” “Alex.” “I know that—” "...already. Yes. Alexander Leonard Radenor.”