Smile 2 Demon On Stage Novels & Stories

I exhaled in defeat and threw my hands in the air, “Okay, so, you’re a demon, what now?” Damien smiled at me, “You’re taking this very well.”

I snapped. The demon smiled at me. He turned to the crowd. "A human is in the possession of late King Mammon's will." He proclaimed loudly. Several demons snickered at his words. "She wishes to come up and read it." He announced. Colour drained from my face. I really should've thought about a plan. Where was Sam? When I turned around to look for him, I was suddenly grabbed underneath my arms and hoisted up onto the stage. I stumbled half on the wooden floor when a sea of demons appeared in front of me. Thousands of faces, all looking at me unimpressed.

He had to even prepare himself to rush up to the stage to hold her before she ended up falling to her death through that death drop. To his surprise, before he could get to the stage, she already stood up straight to smile at the audience. For the first time, Dante noticed the dimples on her cheek and her hair which glowed under the dim light of the stage. She finally glanced down at the stage audience area, her gaze meeting Dante’s. The spell broke at once seeing the proud look in his eyes. The smile on her face also faded as she rushed off the stairs, making her way towards him.

He was a giant of blinding radiance, six wings of fire spreading across the horizon. "Daughter," Cassiel's voice boomed, vibrating in Elara's teeth. "The experiment is over. The Duke has served his purpose. Step into the Light and claim your seat at my right hand. We will burn the Seventh Circle together and bring a final, silent peace to the realms." "Peace?" Elara looked at Mia, trembling in the corner. She looked at Vane, the demon who had learned to bleed for her. She looked at Malphas, the monster who was currently shielding her sister.

When they heard the commotion, they opened their eyes. However, their eyes remained unfocused. There was no fear, no shock, and no desire to ask for help. They turned their heads mechanically and looked at us. With creepy smiles on their faces, they said, “Welcome home, master.”

64 | R E L E A S I N G L I A ' S C O N T R A C T *** Damien opened his eyes perfectly. He just got a kiss from the person he wanted to kill as quickly as possible. The woman stopped the kiss, and when Damien came to his senses, Damien jumped backward until he came down from the stage that resembled a sacrificial altar. " ... " The woman looked at Damien with sad eyes and an innocent expression, like a little girl who just woke up from her nap and also didn't understand what was going on.

I stared at him while waiting for an answer. “It’s a Demon’s symbol.” My eyes furrowed at what he said. I stared at his eyes but he seems serious! But what? Demon’s symbol? I don’t understand. “D-Demon?” I stammered. He nodded and looked away. He’s now back on staring at the glass wall. I shook my head in disagreement. “Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing about Demons! I am finding the murderer and-“ “It’s always been the Demon’s fault, Majesty. They are just using the people to do bad things but it’s always been their idea to hurt and kill someone.” He said while staring at the glass wall. I am even more confuse now.

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

And imagine the pleasure. Feet stomping has me alert and aware. The door opens up and in comes the devil. He has a shirt on, with a jacket. He also has pants that look too baggy for him, and the sinister smile of his. His feet are bare. I glare at him. He walks in slowly, pacing his way so he stands in front of me. Crouching down, he leans forward enough that I can smell the odor of blood rolling off him. "How's my little bird doing now that his legs are snapped?" he asks with a sadistic smile. His white teeth looked stained with red and gore. Ew.

I couldn’t help but find his scary smile addictive, with adding in his sharp features, and those eyes. “What did you need to see us for?” Cash suddenly said loudly, his voice echoing in the high celling room. Zin suddenly turned from grinning at me to facing Cash. “Yes, in regards to the demon you are after. Have you discovered which one of the silly creatures had broken free yet?” Zin’s use of the word silly to describe a demon made me frown. “Yes, we have. Why?” Cash responded. “Here, come sit, no need for us to stand here, you will find the seating more than comfortable.” Zin replied, not answering Cash’s question.