Novel & Cerita True Demon

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

The devil. His eyes were completely black, filled with power, malevolence, and death—nothing like the green eyes I knew as Sam. A demon with dark red tattoos leaped onto his back, and Sam let out an earth-shattering roar. He effortlessly grabbed the demon with a single hand and snapped its neck with his two fingers. Like a toothpick. "He's fighting his own demons. He's slaughtering his own demons." Elle whispered with a horrified tone. Her grip on my hand had become so tight that it numbed my fingers, but I held on, unable to tear my gaze away from the battlefield.

I doubt that he’s even paying attention to the show, that is, until the news decided to show up on screen from yesterday’s attack. “...faulty examination, as there was a demon that possessed one of the sponsors, Mr. Grimoire Delazeir. Professionals said that it was a rank B demon because it could take over and control its victims. Fortunately, one of the hunters in the venue is Logan Winters, who single handedly defeated the demon.” I did not miss how Logan’s expression changes when the reporter mentions his name. “For someone who killed the demon, you don’t seem happy like you used to. You’re not even boasting about how you killed it.” I try to joke to lighten the mood, but it seemed like L

He was the one who was neither a human nor a Dark Race. He owned the Apocalyptic Legion that had Rank 8 Zombies. Godly Boxer, Steel Limbs, Polar Ice, Petrification, and Ghastly Sword. Of course, Skeletal Lady did not exist at that time. The demon himself was already very terrifying. He could fly high in the air, cross over monumental buildings as if he were walking on low ground, and cross streams and oceans. Everything was beneath his feet. "He is Lucas the Demon. How dare you guys block Demon senior's path? I guess you guys just don't appreciate your lives," Kate said arrogantly.

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.

Zeus asked quietly not to disturb his mate, who had fallen asleep with her head on the countertop. Cronos muttered in response, "I think it has something to do with what he already is." Resting his elbows on the counter and steepling his fingers, he continued, "Demon is a true-born demon of the underworld. He was not sent there for punishment; he was born of the darkness that belongs to one of the most horrifying of places. The place of his birth does not want to let him go. Demon is not strong enough to fight it." "Can't anyone do something to help him? Leo will be devastated if the Demon does not survive." Evelynn sniffled as Cronos wiped the tears from her cheeks. "We all will," she added

I couldn’t help my devious grin. “So, are there different kinds of demons?” “Different levels, yes,” I nodded. “What are the levels?” Her questions came out quickly and it made me so happy that she had come around and was asking more. “Level one demons are direct relatives to the Devil and himself, level two demons are the offspring of those demons, level three demons are those who began as humans and were then turned into demons before death, and level four is everyone who was made a demon by their own sins.”

But without humans, who are we? The leader of the demon race, Vernod, who simply wants to go as Vernon Thames, has decreed upon us a significant rule: that all demons should obscure their proper demonic form, horned or not, and adopt a humanoid form. Powers should never be abused and only utilised in times of need.

Paralyzed with fear, she watched as the smoky figure loomed closer, its presence suffocating and terrifying. Around her, her comrades stood in a tense silence, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene. The demon, moving with an unsettling deliberateness, slowly ventured towards Belle, its form shifting and writhing as it advanced, drawing ever nearer to the trembling woman who had summoned it from the abyss. "A soul of a lowly harlot's offspring, hahaha," the demon intoned, its voice an indistinct amalgamation. Was it male or female? Such distinctions were irrelevant, for demons were once angels, and angels transcend human notions of gender.

I said causing his eyebrows to raise. "First you didn't even change your name dude" I said causing him to chuckle "the demon Dáinn is known to be a bringer of death and collect the souls of the damned, kinda like the grim reaper but worse to be honest" I said letting out a small laugh myself as he smiles at me. "If it wasn't the name that gave you away it would have been your aura" I stated "you hold yourself to a higher standard and try to push power and superiority on those around you as a form of dominance and control" I stated.