Immortal Demon 소설 & 이야기

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

I didn’t know how to explain it, so I just said, “He is a murderer.” “Well, he is the Immortal King. What did you expect?” Lena now said and I looked at her confused like she thought it was normal for someone to kill someone else. “I think what Lena is trying to say is, that the immortals are known for their brutality and force. I know you haven’t been raised to know their ways and I think you need to see it from an immortal’s point of view as normal.” Aunt Beverly said but she had no clue what I witnessed before my eyes or the fact of what happened because of his actions.

It was a very likely possibility assassins would be waiting the moment they crossed and there was no room for further injury. Lexi wouldn't die, exactly. Like all demons, he was immortal. No, death wasn't what assassination meant to a demon. It meant he would be rehabilitated. Abused in the Underworld as a tortured spirit until he forgot who he was and became a good bottom-rung soldier. He would no longer be Lexi. Lexi's boss, the Black Devil, only allowed so much identity and freedom to his minions so they could do their work and the bastard had no problem pulling back the leash when necessary. Not only didn't Hades wish that on Lexi but now Jinx's heart was involved.

To an immortal, time is but a number. As such, highly ranked demons have no little to no interest in lowly-ranked members of their kind whose lifespan is over in the blink of an eye. Since years of exposure to tragedy gradually desensitizes a mere human, a demon whose base instinct is evil and has experienced unimaginable tragedy cannot be expected to fare any better. To them, emotions are dispensable because they have a time limit.

Wearing his scarlet suit, he had his hair in a braid, sitting around the table. Negotiations ended there, with Ragnar as mediator. - I want to hand them over to the demons so that they never see the light of day again, the demons took them as slaves, as their food with their source of life, they will be their slaves. - The woman said. - Well, you are already immortal, that is a good way to enter the order of Um-Mu. - A demon said. - A series of disappearances and attacks around the forest, in between attacks on churches and temples around the city of Doomed City.

“Go on, please.” Ysabelle released another sigh then and cleared her throat. She focused on looking at the vase once again and continued, “The cause of the brotherhood is...the usual. For the greater good.” “Greater good?” Marcus scoffed. “What’s that got to do with summoning a demon and putting it in the poor volunteer’s body?” “They say that the demon has the ability to...provide immortality.” Marcus brows furrowed upon hearing it.

He laughed with blood dripping down his mouth, with Damon’s hand still locked around his throat, with the tree bark cracking behind his back, with his face so wild it didn’t even look human anymore, he laughed like one of those villains in the movies who knows the whole world is about to burn and wants to watch it happen just for fun. “You can’t kill me,” Darren choked out between that horrible laughter, his grin splitting wide, his voice shaking with the sound of it like he didn’t even care Damon could crush his windpipe any second. “I’m immortal, brother. Did you hear me? Immortal. We will see who dies first.” Immortal? And then he did it.

“Immortals are born with the immortality genes, right?” “Correct. We are born with those genes, but they do not activate until the demon child is three years old. And if a kid fails to produce them even when they turn five years old, they are discarded and in the local language we call them weak bloods. Weak bloods can’t even manifest a demon wolf, so they almost turn into the weakest kind of mortal and they can die…”

“Karabasan - or Bas, as he’s come to be known by - is a demon. He raped several human women, and built himself an army of sex demons a couple hundred years ago.” I pinched my eyebrows together in confusion. This wasn’t a demon I had heard of, so clearly he hadn’t been around for a long while. “Wouldn’t that army be dead by now? I mean, demon offspring are mortal, right? Like lycan pups?” Isaac let out a heavy sigh. “Yes, except he figured out the secret to grant near immortality to a supernatural without being moon blessed. He gave that gift to his kin.” “So if Annalise is his daughter, I assume she’s immortal?”