Demon Apartment 소설 & 이야기

She didn’t need weapons to cause trouble, she was a demon and was supposed to keep that a secret but now it was looking more and more like Scott had set her up, but why? . The van stopped in an underground carpark and one of the men dragged her out by her feet and threw her over his shoulder as they made their way to the elevator. She didn’t bother to struggle, when the time was right she could free herself. Bindings couldn’t hold a demon with her kind of powers. These guys are pretty bold carrying a bound and gagged woman round like it was a normal everyday occurrence... When the lift doors opened it was to an opulent looking apartment. The guy carrying her walked over to a white leather co

On the other hand, lower demons always had a ravenous appetite. That was how they replenished their strength. “Are you coming?” “Give me ten minutes.” In the meantime, I took a walk across the clearing and took a handkerchief out of my pocket, drenching it in the blood of the scarred templar. I’ll summon you later, and we’ll have a talk. The road back took just twenty minutes. Naturally, nobody had noticed my absence. I put all my trophies together with the demon’s remains and lay down on my bedroll.

I grabbed my jacket. "Come on, let's go to the apartment." We soon arrived at the neighborhood. The door to the apartment I had carefully renovated was wide open. Bertha was directing several workers as they carried out the furniture I had bought. She said, "Be careful. Everything's expensive. They'll sell for a lot." When she saw me, she smiled smugly. "Well, well. If it isn't Ms. Shaw. Here you see your unit? Too bad for you. This place belongs to the Carters now."

he repeated, then continued walking. Esteria hesitated only for a moment before following the demon. They crossed a large room filled with peculiar, almost eerie portraits that seemed to watch them as they passed. The walls were adorned with ornate tapestries, and the passageway was illuminated by old-fashioned chandeliers that cast a warm, golden light. The intricate designs on the walls depicted scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures, adding to the surreal atmosphere.

Jarret led Dannie up into one of the buildings, to the top floor. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected from a demon lord’s apartment, but certainly not warm and homey. Decorated in whites and grays with wood and glass furniture, that screamed ‘I’m rich.’ Dannie started to relax until she saw the man in the corner. Tall, athletic, he too had that ‘I’m very wealthy’ look to him only it came along with a sense of arrogance.

He looked at me and said, ''Demon! Ban: Demon??..... Yes I am a demon indeed. And if you don't want the face of a demon to be the last thing you see before you die I suggest you cooperate and tell me where the passage to the basement is? ''Like hell we will let you pass that easy, Demon. Don't think we will give up without a fight.'' shouted the other Exorcists in the room. They were high ranking one but it seems like their boss is not here. He could be down there. I should hurry up too.

“Why won’t you come with me, to the hospital.” “No. I’m never going there. Everyone will see me.” He went silent since I sounded so desperate about staying away from people. “There is a demon inside me, Zeke. I can’t stay with people. I am a danger,” I continued feeling my tears falling down from my eyes. It hurts me thinking about my situation but I can’t do anything about it. Finally, he is done tying all my limbs and I can no longer move that much. “I will help you get rid of your demon,” he uttered.

Demon, on the other hand, seems to relish it; sometimes I think the harder something is to crack, the more determined he is to smash it open. We decide to stay at the only place that seems to take guests: an old wooden house turned makeshift hotel, with walls that creak and a receptionist who barely meets our eyes. The room is small, with a narrow bed and a window that looks out onto a dark alley. Demon tosses his jacket over the chair and flops onto the bed as if he’s been waiting for this moment his entire life. “It’s not the presidential suite, but at least it doesn’t smell like damp… yet,” he says, turning his head toward me with that crooked smile.

The third floor, a breeding ground for Disastor-class monstrosities, served as a chilling reminder that the fourth floor held the potential for even more formidable adversaries. Fear did not consume him, but the thought of sacrificing the valiant army he had painstakingly assembled was a bitter pill to swallow. While he and his fellow summoners possessed immortality, the demon army possessed only two precious lives. "Keep me informed the moment you stumble upon the gateway. It has been far too long since I last ventured into the embrace of this dungeon," I commanded, my voice tinged with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. After our brief discussion, I made my way to the opulent dining ro

You couldn’t wipe the smile from my face as I spoke. “I’ll tell them to get the apartment ready for tonight then.” Demi nodded her head. The blush on her cheeks along with her breathy whisper made my want for her reach an all-time high. “Okay... Tonight then.” I walked around my old room, groaning when Demi pulled her hand from mine so that she could visit the restroom. It feels strange to be standing here right now. It’s like I don’t even know the guy who this room belongs to. I guess now’s as good a time as ever to move up to the apartment. I haven’t seen it in a while. I think it’s fully furnished, but I am going to let Demi decorate it however she likes. As long as she is there, that is