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So make sure that you don't appear before him or else you will face dire consequences, Luna Doreen informs her. I nod timidly as Luna Doreen excuses herself to attend other important issues pertaining to the upcoming event. I skip home happily after hearing that I'm not supposed to attend the festival. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. As she knows in my heart that i really don't want to meet the Demon. Rumors have it that he's very ruthless and wicked but also very handsome. But all the same ,i don't want to meet him and I'm grateful my prayers have been answered.

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.

His fingers in his hole had brushed against a small bump which had caused a shock go through him that he was surprised he had not come. Once he had his body under control, he moved his fingers again rubbing at the bump there and all he could feel was intense pleasure. Unconsciously he closed his eyes and spread his legs so wide that one was already hanging out of the tub! It was not enough he need more. Then his mind conjured up an image of a cock, General Fan’s cock. His fantasy then then showed that he was being pierced by that thick cock. He added in another finger and started to move aggressively as his mind showed him being bent over with his ass in the air and General Fan’s body over h

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

Her eyebrows furrowed in disdain. “Let me get this straight. You wanted to get rid of ghosts, so you called me? A demon? Love, do you want me to explain how hierarchy works?” He put his hand out parallel to the ground and then levelled it above his head. “I’m here.” Then he lowered his hand at the same angle all the way down to the ground, crouching to reach down. “Low lifes like ghosts are here.” “There’s one thing wrong about that equation.” She breathed out. Shedim raised his eyebrow, egging her to continue. “Ghosts don’t make deals.”

"Thanks for coming to toy aid and the aid of the demon's clan." At his last words, I suddenly became weaker, paler, and annoyed at that moment. Why does he have to mention his clans? While I was thinking, I felt his hands being wrapped around my waist, cuddling me to himself while he placed a light kiss on my cheeks. "I told you not to feel bad anymore. All that is all in the past, buried underneath the ocean." He tried to pacify my guilty conscience which was eating me up. "Derek, "I called, whirling around such that my face was a few inches away from his.

“This is why I hate people. They are nothing but annoying useless tools that get in my way.” Vixen grumbled out angrily, sitting me down in a seat. She plopped down beside me, giving me a glance. “You seem different, though. Your soul is pure yet you’ve been through some shit. Like bad shit.”

If not for Clive, I would still be trapped with the Kraken. "Thank you." He blinked in surprise. His expression softened and he nodded. “So.” I cleared my throbbing throat. "When you say demon, you don't use it as a figure of speech, do you? You mean a real demon just tried to kill me." What the hell did I do to piss off a demon? Dave walked over to my table, pulled out a chair and sat across from me. “I smell sulfur, which is an undeniable sign. There is another, deeper magic woven into the brimstone, which is why I think someone is using a demon to set off a spell aimed at you."

I smirked haughtily as I plopped down on the sofa beside him. We were currently seated in the living room of his apartment in front of the TV. Marcus was out somewhere so it was just the two of us right now. "What kind of a show is named 'Boys over Flowers'? And what language is this?!" He demanded. I gave him a glare, "Boys over Flowers happens to be one of my favorite shows and its Korean." "You know Korean?" He sounded baffled. I just rolled my eyes at him. "No, I don't. We're supposed to read the subtitles. Duh."