Wipe Potion Demon Fall Novels & Stories

“And then what? How does that help me kill him?” Hannah glanced around as if expecting someone to overhear, even though no one could see or hear her but me. She leaned closer, lowering her voice to a whisper. “You’ll find the Noctisbane.” “The what?” “It’s a poison,” she explained, her voice barely audible. “Rare. Deadly. And powerful enough to kill a werewolf. You slip it into his drink, little by little, day after day. He won’t realize what’s happening until it’s too late. It’ll eat him from the inside out. By the time he feels it, there’ll be no cure.”

Carlos said and walk up to Alex. "We have a way of getting that demon out of the girl." Carlos said to both Alex and Delina. "How?" Delina ask him. "Through the power of friendship!" The satyr answered her. "What?" Delina mutters. "Hey...use that your spell on her...so that she wouldn't move." Carlos said to the Satyr and then she reach out into her bag to find the potion. "Hold her down? Spell?" "What are you talking about?" Delina ask him.

There are no chances a potus can be retrieved or come back in use after it's extracted. If a demon obtains a potus, it will make him immortal, and give him unimaginable power. Only way to kill that demon is if, the satangel from which he extracted the potus kills him. But the chances of his death by a satangel without potus is negligible because after a satangel loses it's potus, they become extremely weak, they won't even have enough power to stand, and after a few minutes they die leaving no one else in this universe who could kill that demon.

Rio said and paused as he stared right into Vanessa's eyes while a Demonic aura radiated round him "Am afraid right now, you're no different from a lower demon and an inferior to me!" Rio added and levitated as his Normal yellow eyes glowed and turned pure Black while a mysterious fog which was nowhere to be seen mysteriously appeared and clouded Pandora who was too late to react Moments later, Rio who landed on his feet had a smug plastered across his face as the mysterious fog all cleared away and disappeared, revealing Pandora who coughed out blood and having a renew sense of opportunity made to rush towards Rio but ended up falling right back to the ground.

“It didn’t stop her cumming all over my dick –“ I punch him again his head rolling back as I grab the wolfsbane drenched material and cram it down his larynx he chokes and splutters before he begins to swallow the cloth down as he cries out in pain the wolfsbane burning his mouth and throat. My hands sting from the contract, but as my demon is consuming his suffering, I’m healing speedily. I observe him closely, patiently waiting for the towel to reach the appropriate depth. Once it does, I grab the small cup from the canister, keeping his head back pours the poisoned water down his throat.

"Huh? He's already fallen. But I haven't done anything to him yet." The woman spoke in confusion as she watched one of the demons faint suddenly. The woman didn’t care that the demon was unconscious; she ordered her subordinates to force the demons to swallow one of her pills. Since they had no strength left, the three demons were forced to swallow the pill. After seeing them swallow the pill, the woman nodded happily repeatedly.

Then, with a surge, the horde seethed past the edge of the Pentacle, poured over the border like a wave breaching a barrier. The demons moved closer to the witch as, screaming, she stumbled backward. She was chanting now, in rapid Latin, spells of restriction and banishment. But nothing happened. The black, smoky mass of humanoid demons came on inexorably, and soon came crashing on the witch. There were sounds of brutal tearing and ripping of flesh, before the demons retreated. In the place where the witch stood only seconds before, there only remained her cloak, now in tatters, a few bones, and slimy, black poison.

“Wow. Five hundred years trapped in hell, and this is what I get? Not a dark sorcerer, not a twisted warlord, nope. A lightweight who can’t hold his liquor.” I sighed, dusting myself off. “Great. Just great.” I nudged the guy with my boot. No reaction. He reeked of cheap alcohol and desperation. Fantastic. This was my ticket out of hell? A sloppy human who probably thought N*****x counted as ritual research I crouched down, peering at his unconscious face. “Hey, champ. You realize you just summoned a demon, right? Step one is usually staying awake.” Still nothing. I flopped back on the floor with a dramatic groan. “Unbelievable. I survive centuries of torture, brimstone, and eternal screamin

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

As he spoke the thin red figure from the corner approached, its clawed hands carefully holding a goblet; its small wings tightly tucked into their body and their face always cast downwards, the black strands of hair neatly tucked back into a braid. "I see. That is indeed an issue." Pyro watched as the Aeshma carefully dropped to one knee and held out the goblet to his partner. "Any idea how we can remedy this, Sonneillon?" Sonneillon took the goblet and hissed for the lesser demon to flee, which it promptly did. After taking a small sip of the deep crimson drink, undoubtedly blood, he returned his attention back to Pyro, "Not a clue" Pyro tsked and walked to the other side of the room toward