Novel & Cerita The Descent Of The Demon Master

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

No matter what happened, he will always have the upper hand and the last say in the situation. 'Maybe this was really all that was written in my fate. I am used to this kind of set up anyway. So I don't think it would be an issue. Well at least, now, my master is a boy witch and not a devil incarnate.' Abby thought to herself as she realized how she escaped her years of servant ship with her abusive stepfamily, only to end up entering mastership to another person. Meanwhile, taking Abby's lack of response as a sign that he was actually winning the argument, Eugene gave himself a private laugh. But outside, he retained the dead-serious expression that he had been sporting on his face.

she paused, looked at Dianna's eyes. "And his name is... Doctor Klaud Anderson." Dianna felt dumb and was speechless. She... she couldn't utter a single word nor look at her little sister's eyes. What will happen if their paths cross again? Can Dianna accept and embrace the truth that there's no way of escaping from her new Master or it would be false hope for the both of them?

he had said to her without looking back". His eyes were still fixed outside the window with his pipe in his left hand and a cup in the other hand. Lydia felt chills on her skin as soon as she heard the master's voice and she immediately took off her robe and climbed onto the bed spreading her legs wide enough to accommodate him. Her soul was bubbling with happiness and desires, she closed her eyes and awaited the Master. Master Damien took one more sip from his drink and turned, dropping the cup on the table and facing the naked maiden laying on his bed. He got closer to her staring at her womanhood which was opened wide for him. He suddenly does not feel the urge to lay her, he was looking

she asked the doubt I had. “I don’t know.” Master’s eyes turned white like the moon and he cast a spell on the ground to shield us from the fire. “I believe his anger activated the dormant powers in his demonic form. A demon, according to my study, can do a lot of things through the energy of the souls they consume. He might kill Castiel and win.” He turned his head towards Asphalt, “But my concern lies elsewhere. I believe you understand Castiel is not the problem currently.” I looked at Asphalt who was in Dominic’s human body, his eyes glowing red, black veins running down his neck and arms.

She screamed and twisted—until she looked down and saw how high she already was above the ground and realized what would happen if the flying demon released her. She went still. She could see Cassie and Ayesha on the ground, yelling her name. The city swung around her, blurred walls of glittering light. It might have been beautiful if she weren’t so terrified. The Tracker demon dived, and suddenly instead of rising she was falling into the belly of the cathedral. She shut her eyes—but falling through blind darkness was worse. She opened them again and saw the insides of the church rising up like a pool of darkness about to swallow her. She screamed a second time as they dived towards the flo

"I'm so sorry Master, I didn't mean to peek. I was just trying to get fresh air and then I saw that man kneeling down and then..." "Shut up." He glared, cocking his gun and pointing it at her head. "I hate when people peek or eavesdrop on things. Things they're not supposed to hear. How many lives do you have Bambi?" He asked. "None. I thought I had a life but right now seeing the situation I'm in Master. I don't have a life." She mumbled and he nodded, bringing the gun down. She was his after all and sooner or later he'd make sure she would become as docile as they all come to be after he was done with them.

“I really don’t have time for this, Idamus.” “You know quite well our stance on demons roaming this realm, your Highness.” Idamus replied with an obvious emphasis on the ‘Highness’. Ruben frowned at Idamus keeping things so formal after his clear attempt to drop the formality by calling the Grand Master only by his name. “That demon is now my claimed mate, Idamus…speak carefully.” Ruben’s tone matched his quickly descending mood. Idamus looked surprised as his eyes widened and he looked around at his attendants and fellow warlocks as Aiden re-entered the room with coffee on a tray for the Grand Master. One of the attendants came forward and whispered with Idamus for a moment.

My voice was low, deliberate, the kind that left no room for games. Her eyes flicked up at me, steady but trembling beneath the surface. “You’ve made it clear, Renz. Rules. Control. No escape.” A smirk tugged at my lips. “Good." “You live by my terms now. Where you go, who you see, how you breathe—those are mine to dictate. You belong to me.” Her jaw tightened, but she said nothing. A flicker of defiance, quickly buried. “And as my mistress,” I leaned forward, resting the glass down with a soft thud, “we start with the first thing that matters—”

“Whose blood is this?” I wasn’t going to forgive him. The handkerchief flew inside the pentagram. The demon caught it before it could fall on the ground and gave it a sniff. “What will I get for that, Master?” I smirked and touched my wrist with the ritual knife. Just a prick, enough to draw a single drop of blood. “Do you want it?” He did. His eyes flashed scarlet, shining like rubies at dusk. “Master?” “Tell me whose blood is there, and you’ll get it.”