Demon Apocolypse Romane & Geschichten

Chapter Thirty-one “Pestilence?” Eliza echoes. “I…I don’t understand.” “Like the Horseman?” Abby asks, voice shaking. “Yes.” “Wait a minute.” Abby is terrified and trying to hold it together. “One of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse has poisoned my sister?” “Not the horseman directly, but a demon with connections who wants to bring them forth from Hell.” Lucas turns back to me. “The demon said something to you…that you might be strong enough?”

As went on, hell began to plague the human world with demons of all kinds. Heaven's solution to this was provided with powers known as blessings. Blessings came in two forms; strengthening the human body and giving them unique abilities. Although, not every human possessed these blessings. As each day passed, the demons planned their ultimate goal.... to kill a god!

Some cracks appeared in the void due to his slash. A moment later, this seemingly powerful army, which was made up of tens of thousands of soldiers, had been defeated by Apophis. Jim spewed out a large mouthful of blood inside the Ragnarok Formation. Dillon and the others that were nearby were ghastly pale as well. Along with Apophis’s assault, which defeated the thousands of troops that evolved from the formation, many Demigods vomited blood and died on the spot. They were unable to withstand the horrific strength of Apophis.

"Father, welcome back." "Huh?" Agnus looked at Henry blankly. Henry sighed, his face somber. "Honestly, just as you were sleeping, the Demon race attacked us, sparking a massive war across the continent. You're already dead, and I'm dead as well. The demons utilized a ceremony to resurrect and control us.

Tiya gave a final jerk before she disintegrated into ashes. "No!" Nadia exclaimed in horror. Blood gushed down Beelzebub’s neck and down to his tunic staining it an inky black. He kept a hand on the wound and glared at them balefully. "You little brats," he remarked. "You really think you can take me on? I am a Horseman of the Apocalypse. I am Pestilence."

… Through Leo's and my persistent efforts in leading the team to search high and low within the former forests for clues, we finally managed to find the main source of the water contamination. A massive meteorite had fallen on Earth and was now sitting on the peak of a mountain, transmitting its destructive radiation down through the roots of the trees and contaminating all nearby water sources on Earth. The apocalypse had happened because of this meteorite. Octoria, one of the major countries, had launched missiles at it, intending to shatter the meteorite before it entered the Earth's stratosphere. However, they hadn't known then that the meteorite would turn out to be so hard and dense.

The memories flooded back instantly. Desmond Blare. One of the ten legendary figures of the apocalypse. A Half-Monster. Ivy nearly gasped aloud. It was him. She remembered now. In her previous life, Desmond had become infamous throughout the apocalypse. He was cunning. Greedy. Manipulative. And perhaps worst of all, completely unpredictable. He had betrayed countless groups and sold information to enemy bases whenever it benefited him. Rumors claimed he had even consumed human flesh whenever the monster instincts within him became too overwhelming.

He created a portal to the Lucifer building and both him and the rest entered. They got there and met other demons waiting for them as they were very many. The Lucifer building hall is a very large one. "Yo, Demons... I am very sure you are aware that a Beast is now back and is ready to stop us from achieving our purpose of taking over the world starting from Delon... What I want you to know is that we must stay on alert for any supernatural being. And report ones you see one or call for backup. Another important announcement is that very soon we'll be hitting south Delon and clearing the people living there.

I was surprised that the whole pack was there to witness Apollo’s ascension to Black Moon pack’s Alpha and mine as the Luna. The Shaman chanted incantations in front of the deities in the temple. He had taken a dagger that was present over there and asked Apollo to give his hand. He made a cut right in the center of his palm. As soon as he did that, blood started dripping from his hand. One by one the wolves of the pack came and sucked blood from him, swearing their allegiance to him. I was amazed by the fact that Apollo withstood all of it like rock. If I had been there, I was sure that my head would have reeled or I would have collapsed. But Apollo—he didn’t even waver a bit. That potent w