Poem Demon 소설 & 이야기

Some demons realized that the demon in front of them, who was as big as an elephant, was crazier than other demons. It wasn't because of his large body or his strength, but because of his madness in facing his enemies or even his own friends. While other demons would retreat or run away with their friends, this demon would use any means necessary to survive, even if it meant eating his friends to become stronger. That's why many demons disliked him, and when the demon world was not yet at war with the underworld, they locked this demon in a cold prison. But now that demon has returned, making them uneasy, only they are powerless because he is a first-level emperor who can destroy the formati

The fire raining from the ceiling was targeting him—the Duke who had betrayed his kind. "I'm a creature of the dark, Elara. I can't cross into the light of a pure soul. I'll burn up before we reach the surface." "Then we'll burn together!" She didn't give him a choice. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaped into the pillar of light. The pain was absolute. It felt like her skin was being peeled off by the sun. She heard Vane screaming, a sound of pure agony as the light of the human world tried to incinerate the demon within him.

"You petty, controlling prick." I swiped the message, and a poem scrolled onto the screen in a font that looked like dripping ink: "Where the marble meets the mud, a scholar's light shall turn to blood. A pact is inked in secret sighs, beneath the mask of 'Holy' eyes. One shall fall so One may rise, fed by the Saintess' golden lies. A demon waits within the breath, of the lion who's cheated by a death. Save the spark or join the pyre; the Author's ink is made of fire."

The cover is worn and the leather is pealing off. I open it. Each page is all crinkled as if it's been used a lot. I look through the book. Poems? Each poem is so meaningful. Did she write this? INNER DEMONS: It's like a shadow in an eternal night It does not let you free it does not let you live in the light It takes you deeper into an endless tunnel It ensnares you with chains It pumps it's venom into your vains The darkness does not let it's prey go easily

Hell, maybe it’s about time I just outright ask him. “Are you only helping me because of your father?” I ask, the words tumbling from my lips before I can catch them. He looks back, his gaze intent on mine. “There are many forbidden secrets in Hell, but none of them will drop from my lips this evening.” I recognise the famous poet, a Rivermare Wolf who sold millions of his poems to humans and Wolves. The poem is about a human who falls in love with a ghost who he can never love, but in the end it turns out he was the ghost all along. The human wasn’t a human, but a Demon, luring his soul down to the pits of Hell.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

I still don’t get it, if the poem Keeping his demons tamed, Annihilating every form of stain Redeeming his soul day by day Embracing him without casting blame Never letting him go insane. Is about a man with demons? How does a ‘she’ get involved? This is just like maths all over again. All my seven entries, which were His grace, light, lover, peace, angel, smile and charm, were all buzzing with a red light. I also noticed over a dozen people had already tried all the words I came up with. How do you compete with this? “Move out of my way, loser!” Japhia yells, pushing me out of his way. “Let the genius do the magic.” he says, giving out a villain like laughter.

"One stands guard at the entrance, while the other feasts upon the flesh of the unfortunate." Deacon absorbed the information, his mind racing with tactical calculations. "Demons possess an uncanny ability to multiply rapidly, my friend," he warned, his voice laced with caution. "However, I have devised a plan. I shall ascend to the roof of the house, unleashing my fiery breath to engulf it in flames, distracting one of the demons. Meanwhile, you will engage the other demon, aiming to sever its horn, even if capturing it proves elusive," he explained, his voice carrying a weight of strategic insight.