That Time I Got Drunk And Saved A Demon 소설 & 이야기

Everything to escape. I sat on the bed after a while with my head down. What the fuck happened in the last 12 hours. What happened in the last week. I thought back about Adrian appearing in our living room. Four stupid human girls just wanting to do something fun while they're drunk. And now I was in a realm unfamiliar to me, where literal demons wanted to use me how they saw fit. Like a toy.

“Come on, you’ll drink with Dante but not me?” I had no words for the demon in front of me. The one who thought he could collect everything that was dear to me like it was a walk in the park. I was going to make him regret ever walking into my home and turning the home I’d manage to build for myself into a graveyard. Before I could protest, he grabbed my chin like Dante had done earlier. “Open up.” The drink trickled down to the sides of my mouth as I struggled to swallow the hot liquid. He didn’t let me go until I was gasping for air. My lungs burned when I tried to forcefully breathe. “Are you trying to kill me?”

The malice and aversion raging like a stormy night behind his orbs frighten me to no end. And with the visible black fog swarming around us, it’s coming clear to me, that I’ve encountered an actual Demon. But how is this possible? Aren’t demons meant to be nothing but those vile Darklings? It even speaks and looks no different from a human. What’s going on here? “How does it make you feel, pup? That your race’s arch-enemy was the one who saved your miserable life? Will you cry and beg helplessly to be spared from your inevitable death, or curse your fate and end your own life?”

I can't imagine what those rascals will be doing to people now. I got home and found it difficult to sleep because of what I was thinking. After an hour.. I fell asleep unconsciously. Another location "The beast is not coming to save the people" A demon said as he deep his hand into a human chest, removed her heart and ate it, drinking the blood.

It wasn’t much use, not until pain flared at the base of my skull and drove the demon out. Momentarily freed, my path became clear. My body was largely in tact, but Amos’s and Zeke’s grapple for control ripped my mind apart. And the damage to my soul? Well, I did that to myself. I drank the potion. I saved Julia. Even if there’s no absolution for me at the end, at least I was able to do that one thing, right that one last wrong. And now, I sink down into the unrelenting darkness and await judgment.

the bartender replied “ He is a frequent customer “ “ohhh, could you recall the events of when he last came here? “ “ohh the last time he came here, nothing special really happened he just came with some of his friends, ordered the same whiskey you ordered , talked with his friends and he left with them” the bartender replied “why are you asking? is he your friend? “ “No he was murdered “ Lucy said “Murdered!!! “The bartender was surprised “Now that I think about it, one of his friends was possessed by a low level demon “

"He’s... he’s going to kill us all if you don't leave him." "Shut up, Derrick!" I snapped. "You did this. You triggered him!" "I was only trying to save you. You saw it for yourself what that man really is. He is a demon. A rabid dog that should be put down before he burns the world to the ground." Derrick said coughing out blood and I glared at him. "He is my Demon!" "He will kill you!" Derrick shouted back. "That wouldn't be the first time would it Derrick?, seeing that you tried to kill me too." I snapped at Derick and he went silent for a moment consumed with guilt.

“Young man, don’t get cocky. Do you think this is the end of it? “You have no idea who you’ve offended. “The people behind this would make sure you meet the end of your life!” He was still threatening me, but I was no longer afraid. I had already opened the pandora box. I was able to deal with whatever monsters that leaped out from it. “Take him away!” Peter gestured with his hands and Greg was dragged out like a dead dog. Mary collapsed onto the floor in a daze. Charlie was still crying for more milk. I touched the bandage on my neck.

There is nothing else I could need, but as for Ophelia, I do not know what to do with her yet. Our relationship or bond is definitely broken, and it will take time to fix it, but I will give her a chance. I was still painting when the door barge opened. I thought it was Asher, but it wasn’t. It was a group of demons, and they were marching towards me. It all happened so fast; one moment I was sitting on my swing with a small sketch pad on my lap, and the next I was in the arms of a bulky, scary-looking demon.

She took out a bottle filled with black liquid and was about to drink it. I'm in pain and still trying to get up. "No! She can't drink that liquid!" I saw Casey running while holding her knife. She seemed to be trying to block the demon from drinking the liquid in the bottle. But Casey's movements were too slow. The demon had swallowed the liquid along with the bottles all at once. In a matter of seconds, her body turned large, with the surface of the bones protruding. I gasped when the demon swung an arm and grabbed Casey's neck. She was lifted off the floor.