Wipe Potion Demon Fall Novels & Stories

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.

Wallowing in guilt and shame will only set me back, but the reason the demon got out of hell was because another, more powerful demon was on a death mission. Stop it, I tell myself. This is exactly the type of negativity a demon would want me to fall into. I take a breath and look into the demon’s eyes. “Auferte malum elementa invocabo. Dimittie eam mitte erranti est ultra modum.” Evander’s head flops back and he lets out a yell. Yanking against the restraints, he jerks his head forward and back over and over, until Tabatha drops the bowl.

“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.

“This is from my foster parents who had killed a demon. This was from the demon they killed. Magical bows are from the demons like elves more specifically.” “Well, someone had gifted it to me. I don’t know where it came from but it must be from a demon then.” “How was your work today, Blue? You must be careful when you are on a mission.” Miranda tells Blue, spreading some jam on the sliced bread. “It was tiring. We found out that demons who cross over are a little powerful. Their forms are weirdly shuffled.” “Abyss...” Miranda mumbled. “Well, I ask you be careful whenever. If you need help, don’t hesitate to ask us.”