Romans & histoires Infernal Calling

Inner Devil: ‘No… No! This can’t be happening! Lord, have mercy on me and my sanity! This is a Category 10 Drought in the Land of Naughtiness. I just saw a cactus cry! Charlie hasn’t had action in three hundred years! We are all drier than expired instant noodles!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Technically, it’s been just about three weeks, and no—we’re fallen angels. The Lord will not hear us.’

I can see the sigils Zenith drew, beautiful, intricate, and strong, but they are weakening under the onslaught. A blast of energy erupts, sending shockwaves across the grounds. One of the outer wards fractures like shattered glass. The intruders step closer, chanting in tongues long forgotten. I can taste their malice in the air. "They dare," Inferno snarls, his voice a low snarl of fire and iron. "They dare to touch what’s ours."

“There’s one thing.” Lucian turned. “What?” She hesitated. Dorian narrowed his eyes. “Kairis…” She met his gaze. “The Rite of Calling.” His eyes widened. “No. Kairis, that’s forbidden.” “He’s our god. And he’s dying in there,” she said. “If we don’t pull him back now, we might lose him forever.” Lucian shouted, “What’s the rite?” “It reaches into the divine self. But it—costs.” Her voice shook. “It burns a piece of your soul to anchor theirs.”

This malevolence, known as the Infernal Nexus, fed on the despair and suffering of lost souls, fueling the eternal torment that trapped them. It was this Nexus that Belial had tapped into, granting her immense power over the serpents. Armed with this knowledge, Edna devised a daring plan. She would venture into the heart of the Infernal Nexus itself, facing the ultimate embodiment of evil. She descended into the abyss, navigating treacherous terrain and battling grotesque monstrosities that guarded the Nexus. At last, Edna stood before the pulsating core of the Infernal Nexus, its dark energy swirling in a maelstrom of anguish. Drawing upon her indomitable will, she stepped forward, defying

“You're responsible for the alarm too?” “Are we going to talk all day? I gave you two options already. Bring out the manuals or die!” exclaimed the Soul Drenching Squirrel, impatiently. Angrily, Kira screamed while spreading her arms towards the sky like a demon, “Audacious!” At the scream, the ground began to tremble beneath their feet, and the Beast Hall began to loose its once solid glory. “Is this the Euphonic Call of the Deities? Shit!” one of the Soul Drenching Squirrels was aghast.

Wilbur was able to see the hundreds of thousands of demons on the other end of the black hole reaching out, craving his flesh and blood, as well as his soul. At that moment, Wilbur shouted out, "Tertiary Immortal Combat: Absolute Extinction!"

“Who the fuck is this and how did you get that number? No one knows it.” “Oh, Gio, there’s nothing impossible for me, you know that,” I said, smirking. “Cer...Cerberus?!” He stuttered. “Who else were you expecting?” I said, my smirk broadened. “The hellhound is still alive! Now I know that name suits you, Gabriel. The mutt of Hades......... “ He laughed “So why did you honor me with this call?” he said sarcastically. “I just called to tell you that YOU ARE A FUCKIN DEAD MAN, Giovanni, you crossed the fuckin’ line.” I snarled.

Iris's P.O.V. ​"Someone you don't like is trying to talk to you." ​The ringtone blares loudly out of my phone. "I repeat, someone you can't stand is trying to hold a conversation." ​I climb down from the small step ladder in the shop with a string of curses escaping my lips. I had that ringtone set for every single contact in my phone except for Francis, so the caller could be absolutely anyone.

They were vicious and filled the hearts of other wolf packs with fear. They were worshipped like gods and manipulated other wolves to do their bindings, they formed the association of the underworld, distinguishing the wolves from the humans, it was treacherous to have anything to do with the humans and it could cause a death sentence on anyone caught with a human. Great Lycan Silva was the first Lycan to be born and his birth was to be a salvation to all of the underworld… or not.

Panicked, Aubrey asked, "How do we kill him, Callie?" "We can’t. He’s a Lord of Hell. He’s practically immortal." "Not completely," Enoch countered. "That’s why you went in here, right?" If they could get to the Tree of Ignorance and to Lucifer’s Grace, they might have a fighting chance but they had to hold off Beelzebub in the meantime. "There’s a weapon I buried here. It might be the only thing that can kill him." Nadia nodded briskly. "Let’s go get it and then we kill this son of a–"