Demon Apartment 소설 & 이야기

A sob left my lips, relief filled my heart when his eyes fluttered open but my relief dissipated seeing his eyes. He yanked my hand away from his face and got up. "Maddox!" I try to get up. "He is gone" My ears hurt at the noise as the demon's voice registered in my head.I watched helplessly as he left the room. "Maddox stop!" I cried out but it was of no use.I clutched onto my stomach, I wish I could heal myself but that's not possible. Lucas Pov - Thomas and I separated into two teams with warriors, him searching the first floor whilst I searched the basement.None would have guessed there's a whole different shit going in such an abandoned place.

Damon I sigh as I unlock my car and look around at this shitty apartment complex that Jessica and her siblings live in. It isn’t the worst in the city, but it also isn’t the best. The paint is peeling from the side of the building and is cracked with splinters. The inside is the same. The hallway carpets are stained and gross with God knows what. There aren’t any elevators, only stairs and they live on the top floor and the list goes on.

Damien POV The apartment was smaller than I'd expected, one room with a kitchenette and a bathroom barely big enough to turn around in, but the location was perfect because the bakery below provided cover and the narrow street meant we'd see anyone approaching long before they reached our door. I moved immediately to the window, checking sightlines and escape routes while Lilith explored the sparse space behind me. "There's food in the cabinets." She opened doors, taking inventory. "Canned goods mostly, some pasta, coffee that looks like it's been here a while."

Sexy. My apartment building isn't even an apartment building, not really. It's an old Victorian carved into six "units," each one more cursed than the last. Mine is Unit 5A, a glorified closet with creaky floors, yellow-tinted lighting, and a bathroom that occasionally leaks mysterious fluids. Rent is obscene, naturally. I'm halfway up the porch steps, digging through my bag for the key, when I freeze. There's someone sitting on the top step.

He has managed to treat and bandage his upper body and is about to head out of my bedroom when I stop him. “Are you going to be okay?” He smiles. He’s genuinely amused by my question. In fact, he’s laughing at me. “I’m a demon,” he reminds me. “The wounds will heal overnight.” I nod. His smile fades and he gives me one last look before leaving my bedroom. *** After a rough night of tossing and turning, I manage to get only a few hours of sleep. I climb out of bed reluctantly and get cleaned up before heading downstairs to see Annie shuffling around in my kitchen.

I'd been expecting him to say that. "I already checked with the college all the dorms are booked and besides I paid quite a lot of money for this apartment." Nate gave me a hard look. "Someone murdered a girl in the apartment across from yours and they tried to kill you a while ago too! You're telling me that you still want to stay here? Are you out of your mind?" He demanded. It was my turn to look pissed now. "Stop telling me what to do! I can take care of myself!" I snapped as I unlocked the door and stepped inside.

He knew that he had met his end. “Take him away!” Peter instructed. The special forces went to the basement with Greg. I followed. The moment the lift doors were opened, we smelt a strong chemical scent. It was not a warehouse. Instead, it was a luxurious and well-equipped lab. There were a lot of devices and blinking lights. On the rack next to the wall, there were a lot of test tubes. On one of the rows, there was a blue tag. It said: Angel’s Kiss. At the deepest corner of that lab, there was a heavy metal door.

APARTMENT 1B BULLET Monday, 3:24 PM Five blue. Seven red. Four yellow. He blinked the sleep from his eyes. Lifted his head from the mattress. Saw the shit hole on Eidolon Avenue he called home. The TV with the cracked screen sitting on the plastic crate. The yellowing walls with the rust colored streaks running from ceiling to floor. The scattered pizza boxes and cheeseburger wrappers. And his friends . . . five blue, seven red, four yellow

So, between five in each apartment their neighbors watched and watched the others from behind their shared walls, where you could see each of them, who were using holes to see werewolves screw krakens and a woman having sex with zombies, an octopus having sex with a cow. There was a gargoyle eating a human, I mean, feeding and having sex with its charred skull, in another room, there was a firefighter being sodomized by a dog demon, in another room a man being whipped by a demon woman, in another room, a succubus sucking energy from a vampire during wild sex. This was everything and a little more of what you saw on each of the walls that were pierced by a magic drill, along a series of apart