Demon Crying の小説・ストーリー

"Ugh ..." With all their might, they covered their ears, trying to avoid the terrifying screams emanating from the underground. "Grraaaaooorrr ..." For 20 seconds, the screaming continued. Dante began to feel intense pain in his ears as he kept hearing the cries of the demons who were rebelling for release. "Ugh ..." Dante fell on his knees while continuing to cover his ears with his hands. After the screaming stopped, all that was left was the excruciating pain. Dante was crying, he could not bear the pain. Gavin looked at it, noticing that blood was pouring out of his ear.

"Are you okay?', a voice asked. It was Lola. I wiped the tears from my face with the back of my palms, sniffing . I stood to my feet and flushed the toilet, I stalled in the toilet hoping that when I come out she'll be gone but she was there when I came out. "OMG! Ibims, are you okay?". Why act like you care? "Yes, I'm fine". "Then, why you crying? You can talk to me y'know". Her voice was so nice, for a second I almost told her why I was crying. "Fucking cramps! ". I force a laugh from my lips. "Shit, I know, right?. Mine is such a bitch sometimes, I wish I was born a boy". She said a bit convinced now.

he shouted "I told you not to speak like that lamb I will not let anything to happen to you please stay for sometime you'll be okay don't get tensed" I'm sweating very badly my body becoming weak I'm trying not to close my eyes my they're not listening to me automatically they're closing finally I'm giving up I cant hold anymore I can hear him "lamb lamb open your eyes lamb lamb" I'm too weak to speak also I whispered "I I'm sor sorry de dem demon bo" I'm hearing his words somewhere in my subconscious mind slowly its blackout everything...........

Sam's hand left my leg, and suddenly, my demon let out a piercing scream of terror, collapsing to the ground, his face contorted in agony. Confusion washed over me as I instinctively leaned back, scanning my surroundings for any signs of an attack. "AAAAAAAAAHHH!" The demon's agonising cry echoed through the air, assaulting my ears. "What's happening?" I asked, bewildered, desperately seeking an explanation.

he narrowed his eyes and added, “Demon.” “I’m not a demon,” I said, my eyes beginning to tear up. I’d cracked. He was a hallucination, this whole thing was a hallucination, and I was talking to it. I could feel it, just like it was real. Was this what happened? When you went crazy, did you know you were going crazy while not being able to do anything about it? He frowned. “Why are you crying? Demons aren’t supposed to cry. Are you a succubus? I’ve never encountered a succubus before.”

He fell on his knees grunting in pain. I walked closer to the elders circle, I want to see for myself the death of Lucas. He stopped! He stopped his cries of pain, he made no sound. He just knelt there, is he dead?? It wasn’t loud at first, just little ripples of laughter, then it got louder with each passing seconds… He stood up on his feet, staggered a bit like a drunkard, laughing so thunderously. “You dumb girl.” He roared changing into his demon self.

he finally screams, and he hadn’t meant to cry, God damn it, but here he was, screaming and crying his heart out. It was demeaning, pathetic. And Hans wants nothing more but to die in humiliation there and then. He wants to die. While the demon… simply watches him with its piercing eyes of red gleaming with an unholy glow, watches him with no expression whatsoever on its eerily pale face even as he stalks forward, grabs it by the shoulders and shakes and screams, curses and begs for it, practically on his knees by the end of it all to just please just do it, end it, end him already–!

I could only remember looking at its dark-violet eyes, and I felt sick that I instantly threw up. Maybe if I closed my eyes, this version of my demonic husband will disappear… Maybe if I pretended that it wasn’t happening at all, that I wasn’t feeling pained beyond belief, all of these things would fade away… Those were the only thoughts that filled my head... In my own reverie, I heard a crying sound. Who was that? Why was the cry so heart breaking? Perhaps due to shock, I did not realize that I was that person who was sobbing so sloppily, mixing everything up with my own saliva, sweat, and vomit.

I commanded with my arm stretched forth She starts to scream, shaking violently while trying to hit me with her tentacles, her eyes turned black and she began crying blood. The black smoke formed faces that looked like people in agony—probably the souls she had taken. I keep on overpowering her with the will of God as I take steps close to her. The demon’s voice changed simultaneously from that of an old woman to that of a small girl and back to a young teenage boy all the voices were screaming one thing “She belongs to us!”

The memories of his screams were still too raw, reliving the blinding pain, another form of never-ending torture. Breaking down in front of Demetri...he shuddered at the thought and wrapped his arms tightly around his body even as he felt moisture in his eyes and knew he was going to cry again. He never cried and yet now, he found tears only a moment away far too often and it was a struggle to keep them at bay. He was an Elder, a formidable vampire and now he wept like a baby reliving the experiences of the last few days over and over as if watching a movie looping endlessly.