Novel & Cerita Rise Of Demon

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.

Indie let my hand go and let her demon form out, showing off that she was a concubus. There were some scattered applause. I let my demon form out too. All of it. “I am Morrigan, Vasilia of the demons.” I stated while my human form shifted.

“You know there are demons over ten thousand years old, right? They like to keep to themselves and are rarely seen, but they exist. Compared to them, I’m nothing. In the demon realm, you’re still considered a youngling.” “Regardless, you’re still old.” His lips twitched up in a smile. “You do realize that my demon had already begun growing even before I was born, right?” “Either way, you’re still old.” “Yet you’re the one who still wants to fuck me.” “Maybe I like ‘em older.” “It’s a possibility,” he agreed. “So, don’t go feeling too special.” “No one could ever accuse me of that.” “Hey, wanna head home?” “What’s in it for me?”

"After all we don't know if it even is one of them." "You've never been wrong with your senses, Ver" Devon said softly, "if it put you on alert it's a Nephilim." I hated to admit it but Devon was most definitely correct, I had not been wrong before and there was no reason to think I would be now. Something felt weird though, it was giving me pause about moving forward and I couldn't tell why,

*** Not from the rift. From the land. *** Old bones. Buried deep beneath the soil of Valros. Soldiers from wars long past. Creatures that had died defending this very border. *** They stirred. *** Raven felt them. Hundreds. Waiting. *** Ready. *** The power surged through her— cold. Familiar. Tempting. *** Raise them. End this quickly. Crush the threat before it spreads. *** The first Demonkin charged. *** The line held. Barely.

"Since that's the case, then let's show them what real strength looks like." Most demon hunters were women. After the vampires and werewolves invaded, most men quickly bowed down and gave in. Some even tried to please the monsters by offering their wives and daughters to be drained and abused. Many of the demon hunters were women who had escaped and lost their homes. Isabelle acted fast and cleaned up the ranks in just one night. That night, the castle ran red with blood. But by dawn, the floors were cleaned and everything looked normal again. This time, I knew that the future truly belonged to human women.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

The Demon King rose. Not stood. Rose. Like smoke thickening and building itself into shape. One moment he was sitting; the next, he towered above me, easily seven feet of pure, pulsing shadow wrapped in the shape of a man. “Unborn?” His voice tore through the air. I braced my feet, though the weight of his fury pressed like a mountain. “Yes,” I said. “The rogue is pregnant.” A moment of silence. Then— He laughed. A deep, thunderous sound that made the fires in the pits flare again with black-blue light.

He never expected the Second Calamity faced by the earth’s humans to be a being from the Demon Race. To make matters worse, he was the one who resurrected this devastating being.