Sadness Demon Novelas e Histórias

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

Samson kneeled down, wrapping his arm around me and frowned. "I can't die Grace, why would you do that," he asked curiously and I placed my hand on his cheek. "Because I love you Samson and I didn't know you couldn't die" I mumbled softly and coughed up more blood. "I'm a demon Grace, it's extremely painful but I will always end up here after I die, each time, silly woman," Samson says sadly and kisses my cheek. Salgos lifted me and told the others that he was taking me to Lucifer. My eyes widened more and I looked up at him quizzically.

I beamed a bitter smile realizing that forever isn’t meant for persons but memories. I stayed in here reminiscing our memories, happy or sad, sweet or mad, whatever kind of memory it is as long as with her, it made me happy. I heaved stealing one more glance at the place before heading to the dormitory. “Ghost fed up by darkness will turn to evil spirit and evil spirits who harm any human is a demon who should be executed and burnt to ashes.” Serra’s voice rang in my ears that brought me to a halt and that hit me.

She had laughed to her content in secret though. Still, her hard work was disregarded so she was also a bit disappointed but not to the point that Dev would wound herself. Xegris was a demon who could calmed himself by inflicting wounds. Whether it was to someone or to himself, he would do it whenever he’s angered or in an unpleasant mood. Last night, a lot of low-level demons died because of his mood. Who knew he’d be so obsessed in the human he brought back from the Mortal Realm. To make her his pair and even let her bear his child…

Angela said and shed tears, pretending to be vulnerable in front of the king who concocted her and helped her to become a powerful demon. Satan moved his left leg and kicked the woman in the stomach, making her roll in pain. Blood came out from her mouth and trailed down as she looked up at his master. A demon never shed tears unless their master had banished them. The feelings Angela adored for her master were pristine and had them kept in her wings. “You tortured her. You made her bleed,” the devil growled and grasped the throat the way she had held Bella’s. Satan reached for her left wing with his free hand and tore it from her shoulder. Angela’s wide eyes showed disbelief and pain toward

my demons said. Aiden moves back in fear. Dagon and sathanas are my demons. They have no body , they are just like a shadow . An ordinary human can't see them. The most powerful demon I possess is abaddon meaning destroyer. I only summon him when things get bloody. Once he's out no one can stop him. My demon started laughing. "Seriously Damien, did you actually summon us to fight with cockroaches". Dagon said. One thing I hate about them is they are disobedient and playful. They refuse to go when their work is done.

it’s like he wants to kill me. Is he still the Jared I meet? He suddenly changes right now, I don’t know him anymore. I was surprised when he quickly approached me and stabbed me in the heart. I felt pain. Not because of the stab, but because of him. I can’t believe that he could do this to me... I could feel the tears dripping from my eyes as we stared at each other. Anger was the only thing I could see in his eyes. “Just die Eunice, I don’t want to see your face again! A demon like you deserves to die! Oh, happy 18th birthday. I hope you’ll see Satan in hell.” He smiled, it was like he was happy seeing me like this.

To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul. The black substance stopped within the soul at the area the heart used to be. The soul tried to get it out but it couldn't. I looked at the demon and it breathed in and then out. Suddenly blood started piercing out of the demons jaw and it stared directly at the place where the black substance was. It was only then I had realized the kind of demon I had summoned. This is a demon that create something in a human's soul, that little hope, that little good, and then when the humans are happy, it would squeeze down to bits what that human loved the most.

I have to remember my purpose in living. “You only kill to satisfy the gnawing lust inside you.” Nicholas spat, smiling smugly at me. At that moment I realized that I had been a hypocritical bitch. I am angry. To myself for being weak. To my father for breaking me that mold me the way, I am now and to humanity for being so fragile. I am angry that I let the hollowness inside me weigh me down into the darkest pit of shadows. And let it beat me into nothingness— into someone unrecognizable.