Novel & Cerita Vengeance Of The Heavenly Demon

I wiped my tears and looked straight into her eyes. "You can take your money to hell for all I care. I will never accept it. I wish both of you rot in your grave. But before I leave, I need you to know that, it won't end here. I will come for you and your son when it is VENGEANCE HOUR, even if it will be a hundred years from now" I said with so much determination and stood up but stopped by the door of the limousine and looked back at her with a straight face.

Lysan Dusk lay on his bed, watching the crack on the ceiling as tears spilled from his eyes, his heart contracted painfully inside his chest. He tried to call for help, but his voice barely came out as a whisper. He heard voices in the next room, “He has to go, he knows too much.” More tears spilled from his eyes as he struggled to breathe. Three years ago, he killed the ruthless Demon king. He delivered humanity from suffering. He stopped the Demon king before he could unleash hell on earth, and this was how he was rewarded. By being poisoned.

The blood monster’s laughter made the little dragon and the holder of the Heaven Book even angrier. “No! When you’re free, I’m certain there’s a being who will destroy you so you can never be reborn! And I’m certain that day will come, monster! Just wait and see—the day of your freedom will also be the day you die!” replied the Keeper of the Book of Heaven. A black orb emerged from within his book, and with a powerful grip, the black orb shattered, causing him and the other two to vanish from that world. BOOOOOOMMMMM

“I will never belong to you.” He crossed the room in two strides, catching my jaw in his hand. His thumb pressed against my chin, tilting my face up to meet his. His eyes were fire and ice all at once. “You already do,” he whispered. The words seared through me like a brand. For a terrifying heartbeat, I almost believed him. Almost felt the inevitability of it, like chains sliding into place. But I wasn’t done. Not yet. I shoved his hand away, my voice sharp as broken glass. “Enjoy your victory tonight, Dante. Because I swear to God, the first chance I get—I’ll cut your throat in your sleep.”

"Then we should help her too. The more anger they produce, the more our own lives expand. We should help as many vengeful people as we want." She stood up, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she looped her arm tightly around Balthazar's neck. "Then, you and me... we will go far away, and we won't ever have to worry about dying or growing old." Balthazar smiled warmly down at her, leaning in to press a deep kiss to her lips. "Yes, let's get to work," he agreed. "First, we make more demon soldiers, and then we leave them on their own to tear everything apart."

Horror creeps into my mind, my heart, and my face. My smudged lipstick, completely gone. My lips red and almost swollen. His teeth marks on my lower lip. He almost drew blood. Fuck. What have I done? DANTE If someone told me I'd be in heaven today, I would have said it was a lie. Her lips are like honey and milk. She's everything I've ever wanted but never knew I needed. And fuck, her body, her skin, is fire and water and everything in between. Burning me, yet keeping me cool at the same time.

A flicker passed through the air. Not shock. Not fear. Understanding. “There are no divisions.” “No structure.” “No protection.” The ground beneath them trembled slightly. “The last one standing will be the victor.” Another pause. “And the victor will be granted one wish.” Silence returned. Heavy. Absolute. Then one final word. “Begin.” Everything shattered. Power erupted in every direction at once. The ground split apart as one of the devils launched forward instantly, striking toward the nearest angel with explosive force. Light clashed against darkness, sending a shockwave through the battlefield that fractured the floating terrain even further.

So this is on him and I don’t feel a grain of sympathy for him. “This is her revenge. He killed her wolf and anchor. The Angel has taken complete control. The world is burning and …” “The seas will boil, with the kingdom of heaven falling. Earth will follow, the balance has been destroyed. Demons are running loose as well as all manner of monster.” Odessa tells us and I look at her and she looks gravely at what is happening. “We need to stop her, but how?” someone asks and I turn and look at them and shake my head.

In the desolate void of the Goyoan Temple ruins, the demonized James and Emperor Tapia were engaged in an epic battle amidst thick gray clouds. They used all their Supernatural Supremusse Powers and weapons, even resorting to hand-to-hand combat. Their figures flickered, Vital Energy surged, and radiant lights cut through the air with unmatched intensity. The relentless shockwaves from their clashes continuously ravaged the entire Forty-Ninth Heaven, turning ruins into further devastation time and again. The powerful energy waves killed countless divine beings and even shattered the Nine Daonus Realms into several pieces, creating a scene of utter carnage.

The physical condensation stage achieved in the ancestral vault had permanently altered my biology; my muscles were dense coils of unyielding power, and my reflexes operated on a plane far beyond normal human limitations. ​With a silent, fluid motion, I hauled myself over the top of the fortification wall, slipping past the patrol routes like a ghost in the dark. ​The exclusive contract binding my destiny had been sealed in blood and resolve; there was no turning back, and no mercy left in my heart. Tonight, House Vane would learn the true cost of casting a soul into the abyss.