Demon Gatekeeper 소설 & 이야기

Without waiting for a response, I summoned my wings and flew to the Fire Palace, where Azazel was staying. The fire palace loomed ahead, a towering structure of obsidian and brimstone, glowing faintly with the embers of eternal flames that lined its walls. The heat was intense, even for a demon god like me. It was a testament to the raw, untamed power that resided within these walls. As I approached, the massive iron gates groaned open, allowing me entry. The guards, demons of flame and shadow, bowed their heads in reverence, their fiery eyes flickering as I passed.

“It’s awake.” They pressed on, past the pod room and into a wider chamber, its ceiling higher and coated with a strange black substance that shimmered in their flashlight beams. The walls were carved with more symbols, deeper this time—as if someone had scratched them in with claws. In the center stood a tall terminal, wrapped in cables that pulsed faintly with a bluish light. Emily walked straight to it. “Wait,” Mason said, stepping forward. “You sure that’s a good idea?” “She called it the Gatekeeper,” Emily replied, placing a hand gently on the terminal. “It doesn’t just store data. It protects it.”

Lazriel continues, “the Gate will register the act. The bond between Key and threshold fractures.” “And then what?” Caelan demands. “I prevent her from crossing.” All eyes turn to him. “I am the Gatekeeper,” Lazriel says quietly. “No soul passes into the Other Realm without my consent. I can hold her at the threshold.” Corin’s breathing quickens. “And if you fail?” “I won’t.” “That’s not good enough,” she snaps. Bram runs a hand through his hair. “Okay. Hypothetically. We let Brooding Shadow Prince over there stab her. She dies. You hold her soul hostage. Then what?”

The seventeenth ancestor’s aura and killing intent were so strong that not only they, but all the demons as well, glared as if they wanted to destroy the old man in the sky. “I didn’t expect one of the best ancient gods, known as the Fire Door Guard, to appear here. What is your purpose?” Long Chen said, knowing who the old man who had appeared in his demon realm was. The old man smiled, looking at Long Chen, who seemed completely ready to fight him; that kind of expression, which he hadn’t seen in a long time, now appeared on Long Chen’s face. This made him ask a question without answering Long Chen’s question directed at him.

A sentence. The Gatekeeper moved aside, opening a path through the distortion. GO. AND TAKE YOUR BROKEN ALPHA WITH YOU. LEAVE HIM TO THE VOID. "No!" I roared, forcing myself to my feet. "I am not staying here!" I grabbed my bone crutch, stumbling toward the exit. YOU CANNOT PASS, the Gatekeeper boomed, raising a hand to block me. YOU HAVE NO TOLL. Remy was already through. She stood on the other side, in the grey light of the mortal world. She turned back, the wind whipping her hair.

Luz’s amber gaze followed Amelia’s movement to his side, her presence beside him feeling both familiar and dangerously distracting. “Good job yourself,” he replied curtly, his attention shifting back to the tactical situation. His armoured form turned to face Supervivente, the old man’s offer of assistance registering with calculated consideration. “Opening the gate from inside requires either the captain’s key or several keys; or magical disenchantment. Which one are you capable of?” The massive western stone gate loomed ahead. The street ahead was empty, made from weathered cobblestones forming a wide thoroughfare between rows of tall timber-framed buildings.

Isla inquired. "Most likely, the gate to the dungeon that should have been opened is now shut. The doorway had long since vanished. But despite this, I could still feel that the doorway had been open before." "Only dungeon bosses can close the portal," said Marquis Vale. "Did that mean the dungeon boss was a demon? And he desired to relocate?" Lexus said. "Most likely." "Do you mean to say that this could all be a coincidence? That a demon had left Zephyr’s head while not leaving behind any other trails?" Isla smirked.

This was not the plan, but he had taken everything from her and the temptation was too great. “Do you want this earth enough to die for it demon?” she shouted out. She raised the bow and it creaked beneath the tension of the arrow. Only a demon could kill a demon, but Lucius was confident that an arrow coated in the blood of a vampire and unleashed by a descendant of the strigoi might just be enough to take the Reapers down. She let go and the arrow peeled through the air hitting Melloch in the sternum. “You cannot kill me,” he shouted as the arrow lodged between the bones in his chest. “I am Melloch, Gatekeeper of Hell and guardian of the fifth realm.”

He walked quickly through the corridor, which was kept in the Rococo style, like the rest of the diabolical palace, which was in the bottom layer of Gehenna. It didn't take long and he had reached his destination, found himself in front of a huge, black gate, which was decorated with golden flower tendrils and other ornaments. The gate was ten feet high and was guarded by two guards. When they saw their masters they knelt down, put their weapons, two bards, in front of them and bowed their heads. "We greet you Lord." Came the chorus. Lucifer nodded in satisfaction. Here he got the respect he wanted and deserved. There wasn't a priest here who would slap you or even raise his hand. Nobody wou

She wasted no more time as she stood on her feet and ran towards the middle of the room, which held big arch-shaped two stones that created a huge gate structure. Entalia’s realm gate. Ingrid stood at one side of the massive gate, focusing on opening the portal with her guardian’s power. Soon a black oval-shaped dark entrance opened in front of me. I smirked devilishly as I took a step towards the gate and thought in my mind. ‘It’s time to pay back, mate. Be ready for this nightmare.’ ‘Stop! You can’t do this, you fuckin’ Skin will not hurt her again, or I will bite your ass!’ Damon growled in my mind as threatened to stop me.