Supernatural Demon Trap Tattoo の小説・ストーリー

Unlike Demon, who doesn’t have a single tattoo in his body except for the one in his knuckles, Ox had a dragon tattoo curling around his neck, while Pierre had lion heads tattooed across both arms. Tattoos didn’t really define someone. If they did, Pierre and Ox would probably have been more dangerous than Demon. But I was happy they were loyal friends to Demon, even though that madman bossed them around like they worked for him twenty-four seven. “Ox thinks Demon is going to like it, so you should also be possitive too, Pierre,” I said with a smile, then walked close to the 6-inch cake I brought earlier. Of course… with Demon’s card.

What surprised me wasn't the tattoo but the content the tattoo mark symbolised. The red ring Cameron gave me, that felt very delicate and fragile as though made of flowers.. I laughed. Only a master of the seven hells realm could control demons. Demons were evil spirits that could be controlled by higher dark gods with enough energy. Cameron was the owner of the ring and he gave it to me. Dante did not have a heart. Yet, he fell in love with my mother. Cameron's mother killed herself.. Most of the times, only a master of seven hells realm can use a demon more than a hundred times to commit crimes.

Four ladies in red appeared surrounding him. “No!” George screamed. I looked at Grip then to George and back to Grip. I don’t know what to do. Grip gave me a nod. “Go save him. I got this. ” I nodded back and went to George. I created a glowing circle and threw it in his direction. It floated over his head and served as a barrier. The demon tried to touch him but its tentacles was immediately turned to ashes. I eyed the demon and it was freaking huge that it hit the ceiling. It has a cap-like head with multiple tentacles resembling a jellyfish. It looked like a black jellyfish. I summoned a huge circle beneath and above the demon. I put my hand in front of me just like what Grip taught me wh

Demonise's POV Alex and the other spirits are trying to fight me, but I will not let them defeat me. I am Demonise and no one can defeat me! So, I instantly came up with a plan and that is the kid’s powers. This witch-wizard kid is stronger than I thought. All I need is to awaken the wizard’s power. Luke has augmentation magic, and his powers will enhance my abilities and energy—especially the four beasts inside me that became a tattoo. Their soul is now mine and they will obey everything I command. Alex and the others had no idea why the beast they fought a few days ago became a tattoo. It was me who took their soul.

And for her it has been a lot longer that she has had my powers versus how long I have been without them. Feeling helpless in this situation, I start to rub up and down her back in comforting strokes, unsure of what else I can do to make things better. Levi’s Demon Brand is still tattooed on my chest like it was before, only a duller version of it at this time. Because of this I am not sure that we can redo the bonding ceremony, or if it would even work if we did.

The man plaguing my dreams. I pushed open the door, letting myself in. The room smelled like sulfur, my eyes traced around observing all the several runic symbols and sigils drawn on the walls. These symbols were drawn in blood. At the center of the room was a glass sphere, surrounded by salt and a dark triangle symbol etched on the ceiling above. I recognized that symbol-- it was used for trapping dark entities that weren't born from this world-- demons. It was a demon's trap! My eyes fell on a pale white naked figure crouching down at the center of the glass sphere.

Finding the dread as its familiarity draws them into a shock, the demon that represents more than an S class but an arcana signifies the star she’s born within. “I am you, but you are not me. Remember to find the truth and know the lies as it will be the lie as the other is the truth. Be careful, Daniela.” Drawing a pentagram and taking an eye-catch talisman throwing it unto the air burning it in response. Neon purple light draws the patter as their eyes pins in a surprise backing out unto her side protecting her unto their stance as the ‘demon’ they are fighting against is the very image of the serpentine God.

“But was it his mother?” “No,” the woman said, shaking her head. “It was a demon. Cunning, patient, a master of manipulation. The prince unsealed it with his own blood… not knowing he was freeing something deadly.” She leaned closer to the fire, shadows flickering across her face. “A being trapped for centuries… a demon god, sealed by powers older than kings. It promised him a reward… half its power, to use for revenge against those who had wronged him.” Zayla’s voice trembled. “What did the prince do?”

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.

Silas extended his hand, and the two men shook with the slow, deliberate grip of people who didn't fully trust each other but needed each other too much to let it show. Morani Demarco's eyes slid to me. "And who is this?" he asked, though something in his tone suggested he already had a guess. "Angelina Jordan," Silas said smoothly. "My girlfriend." Morani's eyebrows lifted just slightly. "From The Green Serpents?" "The very same." The man studied me for a long moment, and I held his gaze, because looking away felt like bleeding in shark-infested water. I kept my smile steady, kept my shoulders back, kept every nerve in my body from visibly unraveling.