Novel & Cerita Reaper Demon

The ghost that haunted my blood. Dante reached for a bottle of fruit wine, the witch’s favourite, and poured a glass for Mel. She took it, murmuring a thanks against the rim. “You might be strong, Elias, but I don’t suggest taking chances with that one,” Dante warned. “There’s a reason she’s known as the Reaper.” “You don’t have to tell me. I’m well aware of what she’s capable of.” I had first-hand experience.

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

Special gave out a nonchalant look and with a weird smile she walked out of her and went to Jeiel who was now conscious. "Jeiel. she called trying to touch him but it moved backward. "I am Special from the underworld and am here to give that which you yearns for, she whispered grinning widely at him. "Now I want you to be good to me because I am your saviour and am here to help you, okay, she fluttered her eyes at him. She closed her eyes and focused her mind on Jeiel. She watched the tiny memories of Jeiel and clicked past them like her gallery.

"I told you, didn't I? I will put an end to that problem of yours. I'm not toying you, Katherine. Let's say, I want to play a game with you." "What's the difference, huh? You want to play with me, it's all the same!" "Toying you is different from playing with you. Toying you means I'm just the one who's receiving all the benefits, meanwhile, if I say playing with you, you can cooperate and have your fair share of benefits in our game." "Well then, Mr. Supernatural, I don't want to play a game with you." "It's Helion. My name is Helion." "I don't care about your name at all."

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Our youngest, little Dante — named after the inferno we had walked through — toddled between us, oblivious to the stakes but sensing the tension. This was the night the compulsion was supposed to activate. The night The Eclipse had promised our children would turn on us and walk willingly into their shadow empire. We had come to end it where it began. Damien stood at my side, the Reaper in full armor — black tactical gear, guns holstered, knives ready. His hand never left the small of my back, possessive even now. “If they come, we finish this,” he said, voice low and lethal. “No mercy.”

He must have succumbed to his greed, allowing this demon to take over his body. “I’m not here to play games with you, demon.” I say, drawing my dagger from my belt so the demon can see it. “You’ve played with the hunters quite enough.” The demon seems unimpressed at first, but he takes one look at the sword in my hands, and his already pitch black eyes start to go wide with horror. “T-That dagger…” His voice becomes a whisper, and all his earlier cockiness seems to disappear instantly. “I-It’s you! The dark reaper!”

He glared at me. "I'm sorry what? You look human to me. You act human, you eat like a human. What the hell kind of drugs are you taking?" He looked dead serious. Was it was a mental illness? I had heard of people like this before. "It's not a mental illness." He practically growled. Had he just read my thoughts? "Fine. Say I believe you. If you're not human what are you?" "I'm a reaper." A What? Like the grim reaper? He nodded. "I'm not the only one though, there are hundreds of us. My father and brothers are all reapers. My mother was a demon though." Wait what?

Looking onto the figure of the giant that seemed to embody death itself, Mane chuckled wordlessly and said, “Hello, Reaper.”

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.