Lucifer Maze Demon Face นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He can go to any lengths if it comes to his precious daughter Lola. "Father? What a surprise! Is there anything I can help you with? ," Lola asked her father as she walked inside her room. Surprise is evident in her tone when she saw her father standing in the middle of the room, holding one of her pictures in his hand. Her voice is soft and sweet. Lola is a beauty. She is the sight to the sore eyes. Except for Lola and Lucifer, all the demons in the underworld have horns with olive-coloured skin tones. Their eyes are huge without an iris. Their black eyeballs make anyone shudder with fear at first sight.

There was no way a witness like Murea would be kept alive. ! ! ! The room was silent and everyone started to have the same thoughts as mine. - Murea: True. And this is something I have been keeping to myself but it has been bugging me for a while but… when I came face to face with that person who knocked me unconscious back then, his face was clouded and blurry but there was no hiding the fact that he had exactly the same height as him……. Yes. That of Lucifer Avareza. Lisa: Are you telling me that Lord Lucifer…..

He leaned in so their faces were inches apart. He ran his thumb across her pale tear stained face and flicked the tears underneath her eyes. Iris pulled back her eyes now confused and red rimmed. "These tears of vengeance, are on shed for the wrong person." "You're lying." She screamed back thrashing harder than before. "Let me show you." He blinked unfazed by her tantrums. He stood up from the bed and picked up the laptop on the bedside table. Iris went quiet. He flipped it open, waited for it to boot, then played a video.

Zeda’s heart began pounding in fear as she stared at him. He was covered in flame, and beneath the flame she could make out his horns, his demon black eyes, and even his long tail lashed behind him. He was in between human and demon, and beneath the fire he was naked, too. She forced her gaze back to his face. “Lucian. It’s me, Zeda.” He exhaled, thick smoke exiting his nostrils, and tilted his head, staring at her as if he was trying to recognize her. “Zeda?” He asked, his voice more demon than human.

Magical powers sent out by these shapeshifting demons were just a foil and could not be put on the table. Looking at the golden light, the faces of shapeshifting demons suddenly became more and more ugly. "Go! Don't give him any chance!" Great Demon Ericius came to his senses and roared with a ferocious face. With a buzz, the green light around him lit up the sky more than ten miles around. It was a ghastly green. A fierce face suddenly appeared in the green light. With a roar, he opened his bloody mouth, revealing his fangs, and bit toward the golden light.

With a quiver in his voice, one of the men asked, “What did I just see? Did you all see that too?” Everyone in the room had perplexed looks on their faces. Just now, when the bright light fell on Luna’s face, they purposefully widened their eyes, expecting to see a beautiful woman. Instead of that, however, they were confronted with a terrible visage. Luna's scars, which covered her entire face, were a web of red and black lines. When her dark lips parted to expose a gaping mouth, she looked like a demonic monster. They did not know a human could look so terrifying.

He tried to speak but found that he was mesmerised. “Gabriel you need to look away. Don't get pulled in, it’s not real.” “What do you mean it's not real?” Gabriel willed himself to look away, but Lucifer’s face was like gravity, pulling at his eyes like invisible fingers. “It's a façade, how he used to look when he was an angel. He's a demon now Gabriel and demons don't look like that. He was beautiful once but not anymore.” Gabriel looked again but Lucifer's appearance had not changed. “Are you sure? He's so perfect. It’s like my eyes can't take him in.”

"Surely, you've heard of their existence-" "No, Master Miller!" Scarface screamed, but calmed himself and continued, "Pardon my rudeness, however, that person is not a demonologist. Demonologists summon demons to fight for them. These demons' fires are also green or purple depending on their rank, b-but that mage…" "What about him?!" Marcus couldn't help but raise his voice. Scarface's stuttering was really starting to irk him.

Luthor Hubert is enjoying himself with the new fortress he is living in. He roamed around the huge mansion. From his own room upstairs down to the elegant drawing room of the house. Engrossed in the expensive features and the intimidating pictures of his ancestors on the wall, he didn't notice a pair of eyes glaring at him from the door. Two fierce eyes. Eyes that haunted every maid working inside the big mansion. From his hostile aura came utter confusion. Then interest. The boy standing inside the drawing room has a very striking resemblance. Intrigue as he is, he glanced at the portrait that pictures the boy.

He pauses, and I know I've gone too far, as a calm expression sweeps over his face. “Can you?” I ask softly. All of a sudden, he smashes a bottle I hadn't even realised he had been holding right next to my head, the sound causing me to flinch, as shards to glass rain down upon me. I don't make a sound, even as some of the glass scratches along the surface of my skin, around my forehead and cheeks. I've bled far worse before. He's all up in my face again suddenly. “You still bleed like a human. Demon’s are meant to be powerful.”