Demon Jin の小説・ストーリー

Ki Janggan Nayantaka quipped. "Where is the village chief! I want to see him!" Asura was fiery in the truest sense of the word. Moments later, a demon appeared dressed in neat clothes. He was accompanied by several spear-wielding bodyguards. The demon faced Asura and greeted him. "Hi, O red demon; Asura. It seems you still have the same vices as before." The demon smiled. He was Joko Bedul; the white tiger demon. "Wow, you still recognize me. I missed you, Joko Bedul." Asura changed his form back into a mouse. He smiled at his old friend, the demon village chief.

At least he likes to think so. She notices his gaze and says: - Breathe! Red Demon. And on the first evening, this demon sits with his legs tucked under him, digs into the tablet and looks out from under his long eyelashes at the guys who, in her presence, are also somehow shy. They have heard enough about this Kitsune to the very “I don’t want to”, and now they are trying to understand what is so wonderful there, and why did their vocalist blew off the tower so much? Louie desperately wants them to like each other, because the group is a family. And Keith... this is Keith.

I knew I couldn't survive the fight, but I'd go down fighting. Benjamin stood to the side as Ervin Changed into his demon form. Horns protruded from his head, his claws elongated, his tongue forked, his eyes turned into an even shade of black, and his skin turned scaly. All of that didn't surprise me, but I knew I was in for a fight when wings snapped out of his back. In the demon world, you got wings based on hierarchy and the amount of power you held. The last time we met, Ervin didn't have wings, granted that was a long time ago, but it was still surprising.

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

The expression on her face changed, an evil smirk plastered on her face that scares Roya. "Why are you putting that expression on?" Roya's voice is shaking. Horror flashed her fluffy face. "You can locate where Kenshi is right?" Roya tilted its head, blinking at her. But that demon is differed from the others. It is not Kenshi that she can uncover but the Kebano, Zed. And that Demon can conceal anyone as long as he likes. It isn't just that, Roya also had an agreement with Kenshi; he will let Mizuko hear her talk consequently to her forbidden to tell Mizuko some details.

It wasn't because he didn't trust me, so I supported him, doing whatever we needed to do to be alerted by demons anywhere in the world. A few time we came across demons living naturally amongst us with the tracing spell I did, but they were never a threat, or a blood thirsty monster like the ones Bahm fought every day. He even had his two betas, Jacorius and Liana, stationed up in the temple, incase an unknown attack happened. Liana was very much submissive towards me, acting more like a slave or servant than a beta of the pack. It was almost like she intentionally wanted to cater to me.

she cautioned and Vada quickly bow her head in apology “Because of the war that took place twenty thousand years ago, Samael has been in suffering and pains trying to find a cure, now that he found cure in this human, I should support his decision” she explained “Do you think a human could replace me? I’m the demoness of Vision” Vada nodded her head in support of her words and together they turn to the hall to watch more before returning back to the forest.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"