The Descent Of The Demonic นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her demeanor shows her awareness of her attractiveness and she reveled in it, turned her body slightly towards the doorway and positioned herself in a manner which shows her most attractive angle and pushed her ample chest, attracting even more lascivious attention. She tilted her head into a more seductive pose, strands of her hair partially hiding her eyes, unseen to everyone, the irises of her eyes which were dark, glowed dark red and a lighter shade around the pupils, giving an eerie feeling. She gave a low sinister chuckle. ************************************************************************************************

XXV –Descent . . . Descent (noun): it can be an action of moving downward, dropping, or falling… or it could be a moral, a social or psychological decline into a specified undesirable state . . . PROSERPINA: Before she and Alastor can go shopping later–does this count as a date?–Proserpina had fully intended to leave the house not too far or for long seeing as she no longer felt that secure ever since they’ve been attacked there) when she returned to the shadows to rest.

With a deep breath, I released a surge of demonic energy to cremate her, a ritualistic farewell to the fallen. The moment the demonic energy surged, an immense pressure gripped me from within. Pain coursed through my veins, and I couldn't contain the scream that tore from my throat. Beads of sweat dripped down my forehead as I grappled with the overwhelming force. Teeth clenched, I desperately tried to pull the unleashed energy back, to regain control.

The horrid sight and odor have my gut retching to the pit. That’s it! I have had enough of this shit! Damon is a demonic incarnate of whoever the devil in hell might be. My tail of courage tucked between my legs in cowardice, creeps slithering down my spine and the large part of my brain screaming at me to get the hell out of here before someone might catch me sneaking in this place. However, as I was about to abandon this petrifying quest, the sound of metal clacking caught my attention. Snapping my neck to the source, my heart sank to my feet with what I saw.

"So be it! The floor cracked under Igor's feet, and fiery lava poured from the cracks. He heard the familiar motifs of the song "Carmina Burana" and watched with horror as ugly demons emerged from the fiery lava. They smelled of sulfur, and their red eyes were eager to drink the blood of Igor's spiritual passions. In a complete daze, Igor prayed to God, but God did not hear his prayers. "You will be a vessel for my demonic army!" the bartender exclaimed. - Open the gates of your soul and accept my gift to you! A gift that great lords in the history of mankind have desired! I tell you of the black monk's immense power! You will become me!

At the same time, it was constantly shaking and swaying, as if it would collapse in the next moment. "You still want to escape?" The Silver-armored Devil continued to roar angrily. "In your dreams!" He suddenly raised his hand and cut the bone spike. Fresh blood immediately gushed out from his arm. "Blood-repelling Devil, Demonic God Descending!" As he reached out to grab the blood, the Silver-armored Devil muttered something. At this moment, a majestic, magnificent, evil, and earth-shaking aura emerged from his body, as if he was a horrible devil king from the ancient times, who was about to descend, bringing eternal destruction and endless slaughter.

Samuel I stood from a height as I watched the sky painted red like it had been soaked in blood. It was daytime with creatures in the air falling down with speed as it destroyed places where canons and landmines could be heard. It took me some time to realize that it was demons that were falling like that. I could also make out some angels that stroke as the streets were stained with blood. I heard the cries of thousands, hunger, strife, fear; I could feel it all before I was suddenly in a dark tunnel.

I want to relish longer in it and quench my forlorn a whit, but there’s something foul tainting her purity. She’s in duress. I descend like a bullet, smashing through aged concrete and bricks, drilling with immense speed as I run my way down the many levels of the building until I crash into a sturdy flooring that seems to carpet over the maddening stench of rancid demonic aura. Darklings; a numerous amount of them. I crash through the floor like ripping through paper, deftly landing on the soles of my shoes with my frame crouched a little. Harsh sinister whisperings are on a rampant fuss around me as I deliberately rise slowly, linking my mind to Kitra’s strained one.

Somehow, he finally manages to stand up, straightens his back and looks witha sinister and foreboding mannerat his father. "Don't just stand there. Hurry up," Lucifer orders. He walks up to a large stone coffin filled with emeralds. A pattern of twisted dragons and demons adorn the edges and the lid is engraved with the words Descensus diabolus ad infernos. The devil descended to the kingdom of death. Underneath it says: Si quando conversa fuerit ad mortem. We're going to avenge your death. Lucifer makes a sweeping gesture with his hand and the lid slides off with a low dull thud. He walks up to Seven, grabs him by the neck and drags him with him. He shoves his face into the coffin.

"Do not anger Landa, just tell us things we need to know because we've been tasked to sweep the dirt around." "I'm presuming by dirt, you mean the demons hovering around?" I shared a glance with Landa and I quickly take my eyes off her sharpness. "The demons, yes. They've been…released through a crack between the underworld and here." The shock on Vofen's face wasn't as much as I thought would be there. As old and wise as Vofen, anyone could tell how sneaky he could be. A very slimy god that took his adventures and sweet life very seriously. A beautiful god but with a tail that when touched, could melt anything I to liquid. That was just a bit of the things get was capable of doing.