Romans & histoires Lord Of Darkness Undertaker

"Luckily,I came prepared. Just keep an eye out for anyone approaching this way." He took out a yellow paper and laid it on the floor. Joonjae and Yoseob surrounded him, with their back turned towards him, looking out for anyone who may approach their way. Undertaker took out a quill and began to draw ancient strokes on it, while chanting a mantra under his breath. The strokes flashed brightly for a second before disappearing. "There's no demon in there," Undertaker announced. "He's clean." "Thank god," Yoseob let out a sigh of relief. "I don't think I could have taken another gruesome sight."

Lothaire opened his mouth and uttered his secret, which he never told to a soul. "I can manipulate darkness. The dark does my bidding. The shadows are my slaves," he said without even showing a hint of hesitation. He trusts her that much. Willow is blown away imagining the magnitude of his power. No one walking in the dark is safe from him. And now he can walk under the sun too. Willow realized she is looking at the most powerful vampire in this world. Not just a vampire but one of the powerful beings if any. No wonder he is a king.

"Do you know what I was thinking when I made the plan? I thought I could kill them, but... I also thought it was too easy; I want to make it harder for them little by little until they can't get up again; I want to see how they suffer, how they live in hell, and how they can live in darkness." Sheena chuckled and shook her head. "I've spent my entire life living in darkness; there's no light, and no one can help, so I promised myself that one day I'd come out of the darkness, and my wish has come true." Sheena sipped her drink and smiled. "In her last letter, Mother Esme told me to seek the light of hope, and that's you." She looked at Gaze, who was just listening to her. "You are my light,

"THE DARK LORD" The Dark Lord is the Lord of Chaos and Destruction, proprietor of the Underworld, as well as the primary patron of Witchcraft. He is the original and oldest and most powerful of the demonic legions, and his origin is to be found in the angelic hosts. His total possession showed evil imbalances, making possible a blend of the two intrinsic personalities inside the vessel.

Moris. That man didn’t want to help us at all yesterday, but now he actually found reinforcements for us? Mr. Moris pressed his lips into a thin line, as if holding back a smile. “Mr. Moris had been our trusted contact all this time. We were indeed searching for the Lord of Darkness,” said Marlon. “Searching for the Lord of Darkness?” I asked in confusion. Marlon turned to me. He examined my face briefly before nodding his head. “Yes. Lucifer, the Lord of Darkness.”

Until one of the oldest among them, Katarina Demidov, broke the tension with an icy voice: “He has returned.” Everyone knew exactly who she was talking about. The Herald of Darkness. The Hunter of Balance. Called the Final Judgment in ancient grimoires. The entity that could not be corrupted, bought, or controlled. The one who extinguished anything that violated the natural order of the worlds made no deals. “They say he absorbs sins with the flesh of their own creators,” whispered one of the alchemists. “That his body… is made of all the monstrosities he has destroyed. That every living part of him is a condemnation.”

The whispers claimed she was as old as the castle itself, a relic of the Lunaris Pack's darkest days. The Dark Seer was said to commune with the spirits of the ancient ones, those who had delved into the deepest, most forbidden aspects of magic. She spoke in riddles and prophecies, her words twisted and incomprehensible to those who were not attuned to the darkness. And the Overlord, Jackson Forger, hung on her every word as if they were divine truths.

They looked frightening, armed with long sabers. In the middle of the hall was a black throne, on top of which sat a burly man. The man was wearing a black and gold dragon robe. He had a pair of sharp eyes that could see through all the good and evil in the world. It was the king of the underworld, the King of the Dead. The black shadow who brought Chester along with him to the hall knelt on the ground respectfully and spoke to the King of the Dead, "His Majesty, I just caught a dying person on the Soul Offering Road."

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

“Lord Jude. Keeper of Shadow. Heir of the Blood Flame. He who chose the humans.” "He who betrayed the realm." I fell to my knees. Then everything blinked black.