Novel & Cerita Yellow-eyed Demon

The demon smiled charmingly at the blonde, she did not want to admit that she did not mind being protected by such a beautiful being. His skin was as white as the marble in the temples of the Moon, it seemed to be as cold as they were too. The lips were full and rosy, in addition to the long black lashes over the small, almond-shaped eyes of the demon. He was also tall, frighteningly tall. If Artemisia tried to deduce high, she'd probably say the demon was at least two meters tall.

Her eyes widened as it took in the sight behind her, and her heart began thudding against her ribcage. Seven slimy creatures had surrounded the car on every angle, looking like the Octopid she'd killed with Ayesha mere hours ago. They were sightless, just like the one she'd killed, and yet she could see poison dripping from the tentacles they waved in the air. Demons.

There were at least six of them, moving among the trees with that blurred speed that made them look like ghosts. And with them, something else. Something big. The demon emerged from the forest like a stain of darkness taking shape. It was larger than the lesser demons described in the reports. Nearly eight feet tall, its skin like volcanic stone cracked with glowing lines of fire like veins of lava. Its eyes were burning yellow embers, and sulfurous vapor rolled from its open mouth, warping the air around it. The vampires flanked it. One held something small and glowing in his hand and murmured words I recognized immediately.

But in Hell, twins look completely opposite. Erys was a near pale demon with dark silver hair and bright jade eyes. Delirus was a pale black demon with black hair and white eyes. Which made it almost impossible to know where he was looking. Damien and Kanna, my two twins with Erys, walked in through the big front doors and met with their younger sister, Elysia. Damien had his fathers hair, my eyes, and was a wolf like me. Kanna had white hair, a blue eye, red eye, and was a bear like her dad. Elysia, or Elly as I called her, had white hair, blue yes, and was a black tiger. Yet another thing that baffled me. But I just figured that was another way that Heaven and Hell were different.

He placed his hand on the lid. “Wait, I’m not ready. I don’t know how to fight a demon.” “Oh, it’s easy. Find out what type of demon it is and cast a spell to send it back to hell.” “Uncle Al, my knowledge on Demon 101 is not exactly as broad as it may seem.” “And why is that?” “I was busy playing with plants and enchanting jewelry than learning about them.” “What did you notice when you first saw the demon?” “Glowing red eyes and lots of darkness.”

Several minutes later, I heard footsteps from a side path I hadn't realized was cut into the rock. The first demon to appear around the corner was a mass of corded muscles and skin, the deep blue gray color of a storm-racked sky, and easily seven feet tall, with a pair of leathery wings folded tight against his back, and a pair of curling ram-like horns sweeping back from his temples. His eyes were a startling amber, his gaze cool and calculating, as though he had just finished taking in the four of us and was considering his response.

There are said to be only eleven pure Demon Lords and that’s just really fucked up for me because… well… why me? The THING wanted to make me a part of his collection and demons have been known to gouge eyeballs out of their victims for just owning an eye color they liked. They do it more as revenge for the act the Bammans committed on one of their own so all I could process right now was that a Demon Lord wanted to pull my eyes out and keep it in a beautiful jar with all of the pretty ones he had gotten. Goddess, why do you hate me so much? I could so cry right now.

And I wanted to become as awe-inspiring and menacing as he was. Meanwhile, the demon wrapped his wings around himself and all of a sudden, started shrinking. In a minute, the pangram contained a rather cute-looking noble. You'd never guess who he was if you didn't know! He had golden hair, blue eyes, and marble-white skin. He was so thin, you'd think he would break if you blew on him. Instead of a whip, he had a rose in his hand. The rose was the last straw. I had no words. Yet the demon finally spoke up, like wind roaring outside the windows of the old tower.

The original body of Spirit Eyes Demon King had a head that was like that of an eagle, a pair of seven-layered eyes that occupied more than half of the body. The outermost layer of the pupil was red while the inner layers were orange, green and purple and like a rainbow, every layer rotated to different tempos as if they were orchestrating music for the universe, which belied an unspeakable mysticism. Swoosh! A piercing scream resounded and Spirit Eyes Demon King's wings fluttered, black demonic aura wafting like the wind. Ding Hao and the rest felt an invisible force coming at him and his body felt like a piece of straw, flying out uncontrollably.

’ Irving questioned. ‘A demon and an angel.’ I answered as confused as ever. As the demon’s head turned enough, my heart froze. The profile was similar, but I knew it couldn’t be Hizkiah. Hizkiah would have a scar across his face from our last battle. Not even being revived from death would have healed what I did to his face. Beyond missing the scar, this demon was nearly identical to Hizkiah. The same blonde hair, face shape, and deceptive slender body frame. The other difference is the demon’s eyes. Hizkiah’s were black as coal, and this demon’s eyes were golden.