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She already had so much for tonight. “I don’t think so. Don’t worry. Would you like to watch a movie?” I asked her to divert her attention. “Sure.” She agreed. We picked a horror documentary film about a demon girl that fell in love with a mortal. “It would have been so cool to be a demon.” Frey said while watching. “How can you say so?” I asked. “Well you got these superpowers and you got to see angels and fight them and punish all the bad guys.” I laughed.

“This is the safest place and you have work to do.” He gives me a look and i want to punch him in the face. Yea. I have work to do. I look at her and back. I walk her over and place her down on the bed. I crouch beside the side and watch her sleep. Even for a demon her physical body is pretty weak. We’ll need to work on that. I continue watching her. I want to be here when she wakes up but she gave me a task and I’ll do it. I kiss her forehead. “I’ll be right back.” I whisper to her and start to head out.

Abruptly, my body goes limp as the white-cloaked demon releases me from its torturous grasp, tossing me to the ground like a piece of unwanted garbage. “Tell me, All-mighty mother. What is it that you saw?” The Shapeshifter eagerly asks. The white-cloaked demon is a she? “She is ripe and strong enough to breed with.” “So the prophecy was right.” Excitement laces his words. “A strong female with chestnut brown eyes will be bought to me to bear my double offspring?” A whimper escapes past my lips as I continue to drown in a sea of darkness. The ringing in my ears slowly starts to subside, and I curl into a fetal position while my core violently trembles with terror and agony.

“There is something between you two that you are not telling me.” Lysan was quiet, he didn't say anything, he just kept staring at the floor. Dyleon ran a hand through his hair, pulling it slightly. “When did you become like this Lys? When did you start hiding things from me? You feel like a completely different person, acting off since morning.” He moved closer to Lysan, “Talk to me Lysan, Please.” Dylan said, his voice cracking a little. Lysan blinked hard, pressing his lips together, keeping his emotions in check. There was no way he could explain to Dyleon that their beloved Demon prince was a monster. That he found himself in the body of another person. That everything was spiraling out

He then stood in front of her making her look into his piercing evil Red eyes and she found herself getting reeled in by them. He firstly touched a strand of her hair then brushed his finger against her face surprising me with tingles. "Mate." She whispered now surprised and had now forgotten all about Jasper. And she was elated as by being a mate of the demon prince that meant she could still get to become a Princess and one day and queen. And she liked the sound of Cynthia the Demon Queen, BAM!!! To her horror she could not believe he had painfully slapped her. "Answer my question first!" he viciously said to her.

Skyler said grinning. “ I thought you said you want to think about it so I don't want to force you.... ” “ I've thought about it and I've made up my mind ” She said. “ My angel...I would do that after our marriage here on earth and then I'll make you a demoness and not just any demoness, I'll make you stronger than all the demoness in hell, even more than the six deadly sins ” “ Wow really ” Skyler said excitedly with her eyes sparkling in delight.

she bowed and left. Lucian went to bed. He suddenly remembered when he told Hazel he wanted to sleep with her in his arms every night. Today he missed her and his demon craved her. He lay down and shut his eyes but his demon refused to let him sleep. He kept imagining Hazel’s n.a.k.e.d body, her soft her, her sweet scent, the taste of her lips. Lucian ignored his bodies response to the images. He was used to this. When his demon spilled blood it always got hungry for flesh, and if it didn’t get what it wanted it, then more blood would be spilled.

I seethed, "My name is Veronica, Cassandra is a dead girl that was no use to anyone! I hate to tell you, Dustin. But I am not that weak little girl. I am Veronica, can't hurt a fly? I've killed so many people and you've seen me do it with your own eyes!" "She might be a 'dead girl' but believe it or not she is in there somewhere! I know because I see her in you every day! In the way you always fidget with your hair when your happy, the way you smile like you're the happiest girl in the world, and I know she is in there because I loved her, and seeing you like this ..." he paused, looking me up and down, his face fell as he did so, I narrowed my eyes waiting for him to speak, "Well it makes m

"Iblis Jabril, you must've heard the saying hell hath no fury than a woman scorned, right? This is for betraying me. Haha!" Cackling manically, Queen Nymrit looked like a devil from the seventh level of hell, as she viciously twisted the dagger in the demon's back. Iblis snarled and tried to yank the dagger out of his back. But as if he had been paralyzed, he couldn't move a limb and sunk to his feet. 'Demon Slayer!' All at once, thousands of needle-sized pricks pierced his organs and stabbed his heart. A sweet taste surged in his throat, and he puked a mouthful of blood.

But it's her eyes—brilliant green orbs full of fire and unspoken strength that ensnare me. The vision shifts. A demon looms, a grotesque predator whose presence sends waves of fury through me. It targets her and an older woman, her mother perhaps. The demon's attack is merciless, scorching the older woman from the inside out, leaving her broken and lifeless. Another scene flashes before me: a man, her father, sleeping soundly as the same demon descends, its claws tearing through him with monstrous precision.