Pumpkin Carving Demon 소설 & 이야기

The scent of old wood, damp stone, and something sweeter… almost like incense… hung in the air. “Wow…” Stephanie whispered, her eyes were wide. They moved deeper, flashlights from their phones cutting through the gloom. The group split naturally into smaller clusters, talking and laughing, taking photos. In one grand hall, they found the first strange thing: a life-sized marble sculpture of a demon fucking a woman from behind. The detail was disturbingly realistic, her face frozen in ecstasy, his claws digging into her hips, cock buried deep inside her. Another sculpture nearby showed a woman on her knees, sucking a demon’s cock while another took her from behind.

What's happening? "Hermione, your fangs!" "Hermione, your eyes!" "Hermione, your claws!" Alarming voices filled my ears, making my breathe beat tremulously. A snarl escapes my mouth. A man squats before the altar, tasting the ashes around it "Ares was taken. A demon was summoned. Who was it, Pumpkin?" He says Pumpkin. Pumpkin... Dad. "Osteri." A deep voice seeps from my mouth. It wasn't Ezli. The presence of a new being.

" No, I caught her in the woods, that's another story, there was a group of Rogues who went by where my friend lives and we overheard them talking about going to meet a woman who told one of them to come to see her and bring friends so she and her friends can show them a good time, one of them was skeptical but went along with them still anyways, after a bit, they came running back and were being chased by the Jablesse and some jackolanterns " " Push pause please, Jackolanterns? As in pumpkins? " " no, uhm look there are Jablesse as you have seen " " right " " there's also Jackolanterns which are balls of fire, Rounce which you also have seen, the demon pig, Soucouyant which drinks blood, th

Warning bells were ringing in my mind, but I found myself inexorably drawn forward, as if some unseen force guided my every step. Walking deeper, I stumbled upon a carving that sent a jolt of fear coursing through me—a grotesque visage of a demon, its twisted features contorted in a grimace of eternal torment. Horns spiraled from his skull, framing the nightmarish countenance. Flames were carved around the skull, implying that the fires of hell burned around the demon. My gasp of horror echoed and bounced off the cave walls. I tried to move back. To get out. Because something told me that this was the last place I should be. But for some inexplicable reason, my feet moved forward. Like a mot

He made a you’re-so-dead gesture with his hands across his neck and I knew now that I was so done with this class. “Because Victor, or perhaps Pauline as Leah has suggested, had plucked eyeballs with red eyes from a Lord, the highest ranking of demon, it proved that demons could not, after all, shape-shift because shape-shifters’ eyes turn full white when dispatched from the body and gain an irregular shape. This further proves our first point that demons kidnapped young girls by manipulation, trickery, bribery, and blackmail, like they deceived people. Those are four very important things to note, I’d advise you to jot…”

Vampires. Hundreds of them. Karin stepped forward slowly, his face tightening as he studied the nearest wall. “What the hell is this place…” he whispered. I moved closer. The first carving showed wolves standing beside witches beneath a crescent moon. The next showed vampires kneeling before something buried beneath the earth. Then war. Bodies. Fire. Blood. The deeper the carvings went, the uglier the story became. “They fought together once,” Zero muttered behind me. “No,” I said quietly.

Tears prick my eyes, and I bend down to pick up one of the small wooden carvings left here in the altar-like display of offerings. It's a small, demonic figurine depicting a humanlike figure, etched with lightning veins and a cape. Hands clasped before its chest, holding a dagger. So, obviously, Kaelin and I wonder exactly why his pack fears him so much, what he did to them to make it this way. Even being a jackass to me, he wasn't that bad. Not bad enough to be feared.

' I ask Abbadon with a raised eyebrow. 'Unfortunately, yes we are.' Abbadon says and Jack only continues to give us his sinister smile. 'This whole thing is just so fucked up!' Marigold says and I can't agree enough. 'So, Jack is also a demon?' I ask Abbadon but it is Jack who answers instead. 'Yes Pumpkin, I am the demon who controls lust, I am Asmodeus, the demon prince of lust.' Jack says proudly. 'I was not talking to you but anyways thanks for telling me.' I tell Jack rudely.

The demetris strode through the forest into a cave that was carved into a pale rock. All along the walls of the cave, there were carvings. Amelia shuddered when she saw that the carvings were that of animals and men being slaughtered or butchered and demons like demetris drinking blood or eating their flesh. She couldn’t imagine a worse place than this. There was red blood splattered on them, which had dried over the years. There were piles of bones and vermin infested animal bodies in the corner. The stench was worse. She felt as if her stomach would churn and whatever she had eaten would come out any minute. The demetris stopped in front of a raised platform. There, lounging on a pale pink

"I killed someone via sex and now I don't know any means of bringing Jonathan back." "Jonathan? Who is—" She sat a shot of rum on her small nightstand. In the center, was an exposed eyeball complete with dangling optic never. In the pupil was the shade of a little man, soul trapped inside an eye, a classic case of demonic exorcism done wrong on the possessed. "Ah...that's Jonathan."