Novel & Cerita The Descent Of The Demon Master

Their eyes disoriented but they were snorting with anger. " Why do the dragons keep disturbing this sanctum of the dead? They will be taught a lesson. Minions, do not back away! " A voice bellowed in air, sending chills, down everyone's spine. " Let me explain. We are not here to cause disturbance... " Master tried but the demons gave them no chance to explain. With a mighty roar, Master charged towards the demons, his massive body slamming into them with incredible force. The demons fought back with ferocity, but Master was too powerful for them. He batted them aside with ease, his claws and teeth tearing through their flesh.

When I turn around I see one strange demon, that I have never met before. "-Who are you and what are you doing in my castle? I ask the demon. -I am sorry your Majesty, my name is Dean, and I am here as a gift from your partner, my only master, ruler of hell, Cade. The demon replies while bowing before me. -A gift you say? What exactly can you offer me that I might need? -Anything that your heart desires, my sweet queen. The demon replies while measuring my hot naked body, trembling with the desire of having me.

A loud boom rings from the ceiling. “Master!” Leviathan pulls me to his chest while my head was trying to process what was happening. Massive debris is dropping from the ceiling right above us. I consider it fortunate because none of the debris hit the civilians. “I’M HERE!” Mammon announces from above and then lands heavily on the ground just outside of the water barrier. The second demon prince searches for me. When his golden eyes lands on my figure, he seems relief. “Master,” He walks closer until he is standing in front of us. I felt your distress. Are you alright?” Without pausing to wait for my response, he glares accusingly at Leviathan. “I told you to protect Master properly. What w

Grandmaster swallowed his words and grasped. Mila's face changed. She twisted her lips in a thin line. Looks like Grandmaster had unleashed the demon in her, the demon she'd kept for Mr White. Unfortunately, Mr White did not need it. Everyone was surprised as to why the grandmaster held his breath. "You have no idea what I am capable of doing. You think you know me, but you don't. I'll make you bleed and beg for death…. you'll beg everyday to send you to your sweet Rose, but that day would never come until I decide. That would be when you would realize that I am the god you never knew existed…as a woman."

"There was some trouble 16 years ago. It should be solved today. All those who are trying to stop me will be annihilated eventually." His voice was indescribably terrifying. The masters in this place felt desperate as if they were being strangled by Death when they heard the demonic voice. Countless masters with lower strength had already fallen down with their knees on the ground. Their faces were very pale. Those below the Martial Grand Emperor Realm, including the sergeants of the Black Armored Army, could not bear to hear his voice at all. They fell from the sky as if dumplings were being thrown into the pot. However, they did not scream. Instead, they seemed to be possessed by the Devil

The silent yet deadly young master with a temper—as they call him. “Wipe that frown off now.” Leviathan nudged the young master as the frown gets more imminent in his face every step of the way and into the inner halls of the mansion. Steps are echoing as there was a sudden halt in the activities inside. The usual heavy bust of the mansion is temporarily halted at the presence of their masters. “I can’t help it, who wants to be here?—not me, definitely not me.” The man said and rolled his eyes as his normal clothes of pants slowly disappeared to make room for his demon form—a winged demon, white wings to be exact.

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

I have to admit that he's an imposing figure, with his wide chest and impossibly long frame. He stoops down and grabs the woman's chin, forcing her to face him. "I am Desmond Stewart and I am your master. From now on, until I free you from this bind, your will is no longer your own. You will forget everything that happens and your mind will be clear of any words, thoughts, desires, or feelings." He is glamoring her, and I am very confused. Aren't vampires limited to one attendant each by law? The woman's eyes seem to focus and unfocus, and a few seconds later, she smiles at him.

"Then just kill me. Do it! I don't care anymore. Keep your rankings and your power. I’m finished." "Hmm... how daring," the Grandmaster murmured. Suddenly, the Grandmaster’s eyes glowed a deep, demonic red. He glared at Edan, and the air in the room seemed to vanish. Edan’s hands flew to his throat as invisible fingers gripped his windpipe, squeezing with impossible strength. He gasped, his lungs burning as he fought for a single breath. He fell to one knee, the floorboards creaking under him. The pressure intensified until his vision blurred. Dark blood began to leak from his ears, and a thin trail of red ran down from his nose.

"Spread your legs more, Andrea. I'll give you the best fuck in this world now." My eyes widened when I saw his leather pants disintegrate into ashes. Whoahh! Wow... I guess this is one of the perks of being a demon huh? Then, I saw IT. My mouth quickly salivated without me even noticing. Prince of Lust definitely was a fitting word for him. He was huge! A commando. A major-general. A warhorse! Yes, I blinked many times unable to believe that that would soon penetrate me.