Lucifer Maze Demon Face นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The light from the large battery camping lantern showcasing the claw marks bleeding on the old burn scars on Liam's face. "Everyone talks about how fearsome a Summoner's demon is, but I haven't seen anything special yet." Liam pulled the blade up to inspect it, then carefully licked the blood from the edge. "Ah, but the taste, now that's different." I froze, both disgusted and worried. Liam had become seriously unhinged. I could feel Kastem struggling to stand and mentally commanded him to stay down. Liam was still standing over the demon and, even though he was focused on me, I didn't want him to kill Kastem.

” I mumbled into my unicorn. Loki finally stood but now the entire kitchen held Nora and, I’m guessing, her mate. His skin was red, small horns on his head, different from the rest of the demons I’ve seen. Nora mentioned he was different, that he was like Hades’ right-hand demon. “What are you doing, child?” Nora fussed as she walked in. Luci was trying to hide his god part by pushing it down and then shoved my legs together with his other hand. Oh right, not panties.

Lucian laughed and placed his hand on the small of her back before leading her to the middle of the room. He had a champagne flute filled with wine in his other hand. A maid handed a small spoon over to him and he used it to gently hit the side of the cup. Everyone's attention turned to him. He lowered his drink and the spoon to the table behind him and smiled broadly. Then he pulled Lillith close to him. "I am sure you all are quite confused and wondering who this very beautiful and angelic woman is," Lillith felt a blush creep into her cheek. A few women glared at her for no reason.

she says, dragging a hand down her face. "Wasn't a demon? W-what was it then?" I stutter out, my eyebrows raising. "It was a fragment of Lucifer himself."

Roderigo inched out of the restroom. He had checked every corner of the apartment looking for something, anything to link to the murderer. The area has been red taped restricting commoners from accessing the environment. One the right side of the room was a picture of the model in a black bikini, a glass of wine was in her left hand while a glass cup containing the wine was in her left hand. It was an unaware picture of the I*******m influencer, Marie Leet.

Waking up in the middle of the night, I try to regain my bearings. How did I get here? In my bed, with a muscled-jock werewolf who is addicted to me. I don't know. Something just makes me feel as if this is too good to be true. That when I look over, the boy with the beautiful face and soft chocolate-colored hair is just going to disappear. I reach out and brush some of it off his forehead. Which wakes him up.

We continued to search for a way out until we reached an exit where the door was closed. June signaled me to open the door because we could hear movement inside, indicating someone was there. Carefully, I opened the door, and we came face to face with a young man. He had brown eyes and black hair, and as we entered, an evil smirk crossed his face. Without anyone having to tell me, I knew he was Lucifer. I let out a heavy sigh. Finally, I had encountered the devil himself, the wicked, selfish, and evil being who had torn my mother apart, sent demons to destroy cities, and killed innocent children with bright futures.

His presence was imposing, his very being radiating an aura of strength and dominance. As I gazed upon him, a faint sense of familiarity stirred within me. It was as if I had heard whispers of his family before. [Lucifer Celeste] [Level 184] [Class- Grand Destruction Mage] The air was electric with tension as one of the mages, his face twisted in rage, hurled a vitriolic insult at you. "Hey, you bastard How dare you ignore—" But Lucifer's raised hand was a swift and decisive intervention, silencing the mage's tirade before it could escalate further.

“According to Lucifer, demons have been disappearing from the lower rungs of the circles of hell. Most of them have the powers that the creature I killed several days ago and your…date.” Her expression blanks as she peruses the sheet. “I don’t know what most of these creatures are. What’s an incubus?” My lip quirks. “They are male lust demons. They can entice their prey and heighten sexual desire.” Her eyes snap up to mine, and all color drains from her face. “I think…I think my date…” she mutters distastefully. “…might have been an incubus. I mean, he touched me, and I felt…things.”

Slashes of red like knife cuts stains the edge of the canvas, and then the sunlight seeping in through the window catches sight of my piece — the dark face of a man. A man who shall not be named. It is the first time I have painted a face and this reality disturbs me. A sharp knock resounds on my door as I gather my art supplies and neatly arranged them at a corner of the room. I go to open the door, flinching when I come face to face with Rayne. "You are not dressed, Lilith," he says, regarding me with his signature cold stare.