The Descent Of The Demonic 소설 & 이야기

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.

We were all put in great bewilderment after hearing that story. “As we analyzed also the situation about the arrival of nine-higher ranking demons on Celestia, they were not actually summoned from the past contrary to what Vela perceived because there were no changes in the course of time nor in the history of the Holy War. These demons were released from their seal when the powerless mages offered the whole world of Celestia and its people to them as they chanted a forbidden and forgotten ritual that Vela had learned from the past,” Archmaster Leonard added.

The human wasn’t a human, but a Demon, luring his soul down to the pits of Hell. In the end, the ghost fell willingly into Hell, lured by beauty and desire. Conlaelth’s eyes drop to my lips for a brief moment before he leaves, and I’m left wondering if I’m the human or the ghost.

Jane deliberately emphasized my identity as an orphan and a sly look flashed through her eyes. Then a panicky voice suddenly rang out. "Watch out!" I looked up and saw the chandelier above me was swaying dangerously. The next second, it came crashing down! In that instant, Andy grabbed Jane's wrist and pulled the panicked she-wolf tightly behind him. As for me? I had no time to dodge as it struck me hard in the forehead. Dizziness overwhelmed me as I fell to the floor, blood quickly trickled down from my forehead. I touched the blood and looked toward Andy, but he was only worried about whether Jane was hurt the whole time.

The cries of warring demons, tortured screens and jeering laughter called from the depths. “Do you think you can hold me down forever?” The demon cackled. “I will be back at your father’s command. I will have you and your lovers bones on my throne.” His mocking laughter continued even after he began his forced descent into hell. The last of him was still that piercing laughter. I gasped for air, my legs giving way and crashing to the floor. “Phoebe.” Connor knelt down beside me, pulling me to his chest. “Thank the gods.”

Everyone feels the touch of evil at some point in life, regardless of his or her moral striving. Demons, the lower agents of evil, have many guises and operate under many names and with many purposes. In the pagan view, they are a part of the natural order, entities of moral ambivalence who mostly deceive and interfere. In the Christian view, they are evil—fallen angels who, as Lucifer did, chose pride over obedience to God and were cast out of heaven. They are doomed to eternal hell and serve the Devil, making unending assaults on human beings in an attempt to subvert souls to the Devil’s domain.

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

A soft sigh left Dean lips and he stretched his whole body; rolled his shoulders and neck, and twisted his wrists and ankles in anticipation. "I don't suppose you'd like to roll on the ground like a good boy and grovel?" He asked nonchalantly as the magic he usurped from hell morphed into crawling black flames. "Perhaps chant a prayer to your mother for mercy?" His voice lowered into a silkier tone and he stood before the brat, open to attacks yet sure in his safety. "After all, facilis descensus Averno." The descent into Hell is easy.

A soft sigh left Dean lips, and he stretched his whole body; rolled his shoulders and neck and twisted his wrists and ankles in anticipation. "I don't suppose you'd like to roll on the ground like a good boy and grovel?" He asked nonchalantly as the magic he usurped from hell morphed into crawling black flames. "Perhaps chant a prayer to your mother for mercy?" His voice lowered into a silkier tone, and he stood before the brat, open to attacks yet sure in his safety. "After all, facilis descensus Averno." The descent into Hell is easy.