Real Demon Language Alphabet の小説・ストーリー

I came clean but not totally. “I see," Kyle said but his expression didn't show any sign of condemnation or suspicion. “So what did you say it was again? Enchin...." I was struggling to recall exactly what he said. “Enochian," he helped me out. “Yeah, what's that?" I asked. “It's a language and that's what is written here," he answered. “Really? What type of language is that? What human native speak this?" “Not humans. Angels and demons," he replied and I was left shocked.

“He told them to leave—and never come back.” Amber stared at her. “You… understand that?” “All doctors learn Latin,” Camilla murmured, not taking her eyes off Darius. The demons collapsed to their knees, heads bowed before him. One massive beast dared to speak: “Dolemus te primum non agnovisse, princeps mi. Principem tuum intelleximus, et hanc terram numquam iterum vexabimus.” Darius lifted his hand, commanding them to rise. “Nunc orite et relinquite.”

As I’m opening my mouth, I see the moon goddess about to speak, so I close it. “You may wonder why you have the ability to read that text since it wasn’t in English. That’s because you have a unique ability, or otherwise called, a native tongue. The language that appeared is known as Dovahzul. Cam, Christian, Valentina, Jaylen, and Rave are the only ones who understand Dovahzul. The reason you have this ability is because it will help you gradually in the future. I know it’s a lot to take in, but please know that this is the only way.”, she explains.

Dell growled, ‘don’t talk about our mate that way. See what I mean? I hate her, I have since she crumbled. But Dell, the second he took in her scent in third grade, he had left his imprint. You’re confused aren’t you? Let me explain it further. I’m half demon. My mother was an beta, a powerful one, she was sick when she had me. My father happens to be the alpha of the Grimsborrow pack. Talon is his name.

The Darkling purges out an acrid black substance from its mouth, causing the others to step back while I glare my aura down onto it, forcing its body to crumple and evoke excruciating shrieks from it. “We...were promised freedom in exchange...” Fluent ancient Demonic language shrivels from its mouth, arresting me with utter shock. Darklings should not know this ancient language that even most Demons alive now, are unaware of. They’re not rational beings to grasp languages and so they speak in indistinct gory shrieks that serve as a means of communication in the least. They have no emotions and can’t understand them, that’s why they never change the stale expression on their mask-like faces.

The syllables seemed hard to follow, and the vowels were pronounced strangely. Could this be the demon language? The language of hell? Shandra stood up, still a little dizzy, and walked to where Sam and Julian were. They noticed her presence and stopped talking immediately, looking at her with concern. "How are you feeling?" asked Sam, in her language. "I'm fine," replied Shandra, still trying to get used to the strange language she had heard moments before. "But what was that all about? What was that bizarre thing wearing a cloak and hood?

“None that I know of at least.” I shrug off their concern. “I just said things that came to me. Mostly out of desperation and anger.” “What language were you speaking?” Lucas asks. “English.” I cock an eyebrow. “Unlike you, I don’t know a bunch of fancy languages. This is the only one I can read or speak.” “You weren’t speaking English. Trust me, I heard you, and whatever language you spoke was one I’ve never heard before.” “I…I don’t know.” “It doesn’t matter.” Kristy forces a smile. “You’re alive and the demon is dead.” She lets out a heavy sigh. “Come back to the coven and let the High Priestess make you a healing draft.”

She was curious to learn more about how this Demon's mind worked and how he felt about things. The young Demon did not think momentarily; he answered immediately, " I would keep the name Demon. I would add the name Matteo Nightwhisper. My name would be Demon Matteo Nightwhisper." He grinned at her and explained, "Demon because it was the name given to me by the pack, Matteo, because of the irony- I am being given a gift from a goddess and Nightwhisper to honor my new pack."

His eyes were as dark as an abyss and was surrounded by vertical pupils, a hallmark of a demonkind. But it was the alpha mark on his left cheek bone, a crimson-tinted signil that confirmed what he was. A demon alpha. Ziva instantly retreated into me and I gasped. He had a struggling human wrapped around his fist. The human's face contorted in terror, eyes bulging, and mouth agape in a terrific scream, but the demon alpha didn't budge. Didn't even bat an eyelash when the human threw a spittle on his face. And then as if the roles were suddenly reversed, his mouth descended upon the human’s.

Their faces were set with determination, and they chorused in unison, "Yes, my alpha!" Chris's voice rose above the others, his confidence infectious. "We're gonna take down that demon and bring our Luna home." Their enthusiasm was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and purpose. But I knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy. We'd need all the help we could get to take down Dracula and rescue Bella and it might even be enough at the end.