Novel & Cerita The Hand Demon

I stood up and clenched my fist. “Exoneratio!” I exclaimed then red runes appeared and danced around my body. My heart was throbbing so fast. I gasped for an air, catching for my breath. Black smoke came out from my body and it was slowly forming into a figure of a demon with twinkling red eyes. He’s showing up his true demon form. He has many horns surrounding his head, forming like a crown. He has a long right hand with long sharp claws made of steel. All fingers in his left hand are wearing gold rings shining brightly. “D*mn it! What are they planning to do?” I heard Vela cursed. Goddess Lumia is trying to hold her back. She is just buying us time.

'Like I said, it's been a very long time since I had a guest to entertain. 'W-what are they?' I said. 'I mean, who did they belong to?' The Erelim's head cocked slightly to one side, his keen eyes viewing me with curiosity. 'Why, dear,' he said, sounding genuinely surprised that I didn't have a clue. 'These are the hands of the Shedim. The Unclean Ones. The Fallen.' My horrified gaze swept the entire expanse of the aisle. My skin prickled with dread. 'Demons,' I whispered. 'These are Demon hands.'

King Oannes - Mermaid Fish Demon - Spiritual Demon Lv 8 Bronze - An old man with a beard and human body but has legs like a fish 8. Gin and Gun: 2 twin demons - King Oannes' confidant - handsome face and large build - Spiritual Demon Bronze Level 1.

My demons had been up for some time now, and we were all just watching her, trying our best to last and not dominate her mouth violently, like we are used to. Before lowering herself onto my shaft, she shoots me one more of those sexy, scared kitten faces, and wraps her soft, dainty hands around my phallus. I felt my liquids leave my tip. I was so close to going into overdrive! The adrenaline was too much for all of us right now, especially in our sleepy state. I feel sorry for that one kid that could feel my every emotion and action! You know every demon has a host. I don't like to call it that, because I do love the kid more than anything, but that's another story, for another time.

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.

I finally felt alive. “But…” He then put on a serious expression. “We found a rare chemical in your blood. “There isn’t a name for it on the market. “However, in the black market, the name of it is ‘Angel’s Kiss’.” Angel’s Kiss? It sounded beautiful, but I could not help but shiver. “It’s an experimental drug that can control someone’s nervous system. “Its main purpose is to brainwash someone. With a large dosage, the person will lose consciousness and become a puppet.

“Would you prefer to be mine instead? I can give you everything he didn’t.” I hesitated. The first demon—Paimon—had done nothing for me. Maybe this one could. Maybe he wasn't full of crap like the other. Before I could speak, a force cracked the air. A second figure appeared. In a flash, he seized the dark demon’s arm and yanked it clean off. No blood, just disintegration. The severed hand still clung to me for a second before turning into ash. I recoiled in horror. “It's been a while, Gusion,” the red-skinned figure said. I recognized him instantly.

The scent of the demon was stronger now, a sharp, acrid odor that filled the air. The demon stood in the center of the hut, unmoving, like a grotesque statue. Claud approached it slowly, every sense on high alert. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the demon’s cold, unyielding flesh. For a moment, it remained lifeless, and then suddenly, a voice echoed through the air, commanding it to attack.

She tried to reach out her hand to him, but her throat was being squeezed, and it was difficult to say: “Sorry… sorry… you…” Seeing the Dark Demon's black hand encircling him, leaving no gap, Palomas Blancas' eyes felt unusually hot, and a warm liquid began to gush out. She suddenly hoped that the Shadow Demon's shadowy hand would squeeze a little harder, so she could die with him, wouldn't such a death be a relief? By the time she stopped struggling, closed her eyes, and waited for death, the aura radiated from him, the black hands immediately disappeared, and the hand that was clutching her throat also disappeared. lost in that brilliant light.