Novel & Cerita Training With The Demon King

Of course, when a king requests something from you, a regular guy, you don't deny him. “Urien, Roger, out of the mat,” King Dominic said, and they stepped out of the mat. The dragon, Urien, looked at me. “Don´t be afraid, let your demon guide you…” He patted my back, and I gasped. He was helping me; he wanted me to succeed, to show that even with a few hours of training, I was the man for the job.

She was an honorary cat and, I suspected, a little in love with Rafe. My entire harem would work out with me in the mornings. We got up early every day for sparring, running, and some other exercises for muscle building. In the evenings they would train together while I was working with Poppy to get Anders’ educated and trained. His tailwork was improving. There was a workshop on the property where we practiced. It was a rule among my people that only full blooded demons were permitted to witness training. There was another type of training for mixed demons. I hated it, but I was supposed to be teaching him in the traditional fashion

Dad replies in a calm tone this time “Look, I am not trying to get into both of your ways because I have already got my hands full and other daughter to look after for since she is going crazy after finding out that her mate is a vampire hunter and our worst enemy.” “Fine, I understand but we are talking about this later.” Zach snaps not bothering to even glance at me this time. Oh my God! This is not good. I have made the demon king angry. Not angry but furious who looks like he is ready to kill. I was hungry and my throat was feeling dry, very dry. I need blood. I mean I need to drink blood ASAP.

The eyelids were stitched, which gave the man the villainy look he loved. Damon didn’t hear anything… or pretended he didn’t. It took a nudge from Anthony to get him back into reality again. He scanned the room, as if his spirit has only gone back to his body after an unplanned astral projection. “What?” Asher frowned. Seriously, the king didn’t hear nor listened to what he said? It’s like he’s been talking for half an hour only for that to be in vain. “I’ll explain everything to you later, my king. For now, shall we proceed with Gavin’s plans on enhanced trainings?”

I sat beside Archie, my stomach growling at the variety of foods. “How are you?” I asked, looking at Archie. “I’m tired and hungry,” he said. I smiled; he had already started his training. Octavia and Silver have decided he will be the king as he has more potential than Dean, so he is having separate lessons from Dean. “Me too. How was training?” I asked.

“He's just… he's used to things being a certain way. He remembers the girl who liked pretty things. The girl who used to wait for his approval.” “The girl who liked pretty things died after sealing the Demon King,” I said, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. “The woman who’s left prefers things that are sharp. If you’re here to play diplomat, Mason, save your breath. I have a trial to pass, and my patience is currently thinner than that gold leaf.” We all reached the main training arena, a massive sunken circle of packed earth and reinforced stone. Already, the air was vibrating with the sounds of grunts, the clatter of practice staves, and the rhythmic thud of bodies hitting the

Surprisingly it felt relaxing and soothing. Later she left me with a demon. He walked towards me and crouched on the chair beside my bed. He lifted my chin and ordered, "Look at me." I looked at his dark demonic blue orbs even though I didn't want to it. "I am approving of you to rest for the next 24 hours, after that you will start your training." He said. My eyes widened due to fear. "T-training?" I asked while stuttering. He let go of my chin and leaned over the chair and chuckled darkly.

He smiled at us and stuck out his tongue with a very sharp tip. “Just get straight to the fight. We don’t have time for a tea session with a filthy demon like you,” Acanta firmly blurted out. We were all surprised by what Acanta said and her sudden change of behavior. “Young lady, you are too brave to say such things to a demon king like me. I am Belphegor, by the way, the Demon King of Hell in charge of sloth or indolence. Unity via surveillance is the harmony I seek. While I push buttons and flip levers, keep an eye on the crowd. As your punishment, I will lazily bend your bones and muscles until you can no longer move,” the demon threatened her who introduced himself as Belphegor, the dem

Damon was the only one needed to bend his knees when greeting the demon king, it was drilled into his young mind that even if he was the son of the prideful demon king, his loyalty was absolute to his father. A good minute already passed but the demon king was yet to open his mouth. He remained on his seat, sitting crossed-leg while his head cocked to the right side – his glowing crimson flame-like embers looked down at the Halfling. Aside from the occasional growling sound of the gigantic two-headed hellhound, the entirety of the throne room remained silent and cold.

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