Real Demon Language Alphabet の小説・ストーリー

I exclaimed as huge rocks fell beside me. “Very well, humans. Hold hands while I perform the ritual.” We held our hands together and closed our eyes. The demon uttered words we couldn’t decipher. I’ve never heard of such a language before. Maybe demons have their own. The ground shook faster than before. A colossal stone was about to fall on Kylo’s head, but I shielded my body so that I could protect her. “Vad!” Blood dripped from my head, but it was nothing for me. I thought I was fine, but my vision became blurry until I passed out and couldn’t hear Kylo calling my name.

“First and foremost, it’s pronounced two-a-kana, and not that mortal slur emanating from that exotic piehole of yours. Secondly, what on Earth and everything mortal made you think of scouring human books for translations to demon lingua francas? You must be either too confident, or just plain stupid. And your recent actions prove to me that the latter is more probable.” Brandon tries to not let his irritation show. Quick breaths, Don. Quick breaths. When he has managed to put his erstwhile tendencies under control, he repeats the question, making sure to sound as unannoyed as possible. Ha! As if that could fool me. Your heritage may outclass mine by several tiers, but I’ve been a messenger f

Her eyes fell on Jade and she whispered in her mind to him, hoping he would hear it. Hang on my love. I will save you. I swear. "Found it," Salem said, a hint of triumph in her voice. Kalista dragged her eyes away from her mate and leaned closer to Salem, her eyes going over the scroll. After a few seconds, she frowned. The scribblings were written in some ancient language that she found hard to understand. "What language is this?" she asked. "These languages are very old," Salem told her. "Languages that were used by the first witches at the beginning of time. Don't worry Kalista. I know what it says."

“I, Demon Lord Samael, as the power bestowed upon me, I’m calling all the demon spirits in the underworld to lend me all your power to annihilate all the enemies! As the chosen of the Supreme Demon God, I’m asking you to grant my wish!” As he released all his powers, it went berserk. Demon Lord Samael’s dark power almost dominates Alice’s arc of light. It was too powerful, and Alice could barely hold the force. It stunned Alice and her sisters. “Die. Die. Die.” Demon Lord Samael kept on murmuring and then laughed devilishly. “I WILL KILL YOU!” he shouted, and it echoed throughout the place. He released all his strength, and the wind blew harshly, then the thunder roared so loud. Above him, t

"What do you mean? Can you translate it?" "No," Chelsa's eyes moved to Ostana. "This language is far too old, too complicated - whoever is writing this must have had a witch or something on their side. See," Chelsa moved to the couch, spreading the papers out on the glass coffee table as Ostana leaned forward; I sat down on the floor, resting my elbow on the coffee table. "Witches, before they went extinct, held their own mother language, it was called 'The Tongue of the Devil' which is how they casted spells." "Witches are real?" Ostana asked, gold seeping into her honey eyes. "Like no joke?"

Vampires look at each other, and confirm Samantha's identity among themselves through mental conversation. "Don't waste your time asking who I am." Samantha interrupted them. "I'll introduce myself. Yes, I'm Samantha, a.k.a RED. And also known as the Demon vampire feeding the blood of her OWN kind." "It's really her!", exclaims the short-haired female vampire. "Jeez, what bad luck. We actually ran into her.", says one among the male vampires. "What are we gonna do now?"

"It didn't sound like the same demon I saw in my vision of the Summerlands when I was in the hospital. His voice seemed higher, not as scratchy as the one I saw." "The main demon is Baltabek," Alex said from where he squatted, picking up shattered remains of some figurines that didn't survive the altercation between the witches and the demon. "When he possessed Kayla back at her house, he said others would come with him." He shrugged. "Obviously, we've met the first one." "Warrior, there are five demons," Famallumi said as he approached them, a book wrapped in his arms over his chest. "They are from the beginning and were some of the first cast into the Nether when they tried to destroy the

He lowered his hand and had my eyes follow his hand before I was left staring at his purple eyes before he approached me and I got defensive. “Who are you and how do you know that name?” I asked as the stranger paused. The scent emitting from his body was not human and the energy that surrounded were thicker and stronger than even warlocks but it was more controlled. “I go by many names that are not in English but I you can call me Azreal. I am one of the demons who was born the day Eve took a bite from the apple.” He said as I folded my arms. “How do I know you are telling the truth?” I asked as he stretched his hand.

They rolled frantically in his skull. "You also forget that you never attack a demon or witch in their domain." I pointed up. The ceiling was covered in runes. They had been there the whole time. Carved into the wood and hidden under a layer of mundane appearance. Now they glowed. Blue and white light that made the shadows dance. "See you in another century, Moloch." All twenty of me began to chant. The words came from a language older than humans. Older than most demons. The syllables scraped against reality itself.

It would also not be noticeable in the night since it will all be black then. What an ugly beast! I liked it better when it looked like just a shadow… On seeing me, the demon seemed to recognise me. It began trashing inside the cage and started making high-pitched shrieking noises. I had no doubt that the creature was swearing at me. “Wait! Don’t we need to do a language spell on it before we could question it?” I asked. Mercy nodded at me in response. “I will do the language spell now. Once it is done, we can begin the interrogation,” she replied.