Masked Demon の小説・ストーリー

"But I don't want to stay there anymore. He's a demon." Manon raised an eyebrow. "I bet he's not worse than Bloodbath." "Who's Bloodbath?" I asked, knitting my brows. Manon leaned closer, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Someone everyone in L'Impasse des Ombres fears. If you ever see him, run. And don't even think about smiling... he might kill you for it." My stomach tightened. "Still, I'm sure Demon is worse than him," I said quickly, rubbing my arms nervously. "He keeps a cobra as a pet. Who does that?"

I have fallen asleep and woken up several times because of the mosquitoes until I woke up feeling confused. Roar! I suddenly turned pale when I saw a familiar monster. "Demon," I whispered into the air. What is the demon doing here in Wysteria? Don't say that they are from here? "Ales, hide. We will kill this demon!" Gaspar yelled at me and I was scared to stand up and I hid behind a big tree. The demon was big, like the one that chased me and my sister before we had an accident and fell off the cliff. Its horn is large and sharp; he looks like a buffalo with thick hair. Its body is like a human, but the skin is that of a buffalo.

Suddenly, from the very center of the pentacle, a swirling mass of black smoke began to materialize, coalescing into a towering, amorphous form. This entity, devoid of any discernible features, exuded an aura of pure malevolence. Belle's heart raced as she took in the sight before her—this was her first encounter with a demon, a being she had scarcely believed could exist. Paralyzed with fear, she watched as the smoky figure loomed closer, its presence suffocating and terrifying.

Damon called immediately, after seeing the face of the intruder. In a fleet, Galilea rushed to the scene, seeing Damon hold down a figure on the ground " Who is he, he's neither werewolf or a vampire" Damon asked and stealthily, Galilea crouched down to see the figures face and gasped. "He's not a werewolf or a vampire, he's a demon, I think a demon guard" Galilea revealed, and just then Damon retreated two steps back as he instantly grabbed the figure by the neck " What do you want in my pack, If i sense lies, I'll rip your tongue out" Damon demanded, his pupils blazing with fury.

With the influx of ghouls jumping from the bleachers and appearing from the first gate and fifth gate, Maleficent would not be surprised if she would learn later on that the entire populace of the common folks who watched the cock fight was made of ghouls who were in disguised. On the far end to their left, a cluster of shadow in a form of a beast was fighting the commandant of the imperial army of narakas and fallen angels, Commandant Demonyo. He was now a transformed demon with four lims and was fighting against the ghouls around him. But Maleficent saw through his plan. He was only swatting the ghouls away from him, while he was slashing the beasts made of shadows. ‘The beasts will keep h

A steady, heart stopping beat of slow heavy footsteps sounded loud in the still quiet of the room as the warlocks stopped chanting and became like tranced zombies, staring unseeing at the circle. Ruben and Kat watched as a large arm came up out of the hole holding a massive axe. Followed by the face of a great horned demon, his skin a strange bluish grey colour. As it climbed the stairs with deliberate slowness, avoiding the blue flames, it came to stand before them as the floor was suddenly back up and the demon stepped back away from the flames to the centre of the circle. Kat looked at it with distaste. “That’s not Lord Basille.”

--- One by one, the group stepped forward to face the Sentinel’s test. Damon: The mist surrounded him, and he was confronted by a vision of his younger self, standing over a battlefield littered with bodies. “Is this what you’ve become?” the vision asked. “A man defined by death and destruction?” Damon nodded despite clenching his jaw. "I may be a murderer, but I defend the weak." The vision faded, and the Sentinel allowed him to pass.

These eyes send a chill down my spine: violet, razor-sharp, peeling away my defenses to reveal every weakness beneath. “Glad you could join us, Aiden,” Mirasol purrs, beaming in all her allure before the members of the A.S.S. It’s a large meeting room, since the building is so large, but she commands the entire room with effortless grace. “Since you’re already up here front and center, I can tell you would like to help us with a very important demonstration.” “What kind of demonstration?” My brain is groggy and I'm struggling to catch up. My voice is rough, and my instincts are already whispering that I’m in for some kind of well-planned trouble.

“Young man, don’t get cocky. Do you think this is the end of it? “You have no idea who you’ve offended. “The people behind this would make sure you meet the end of your life!” He was still threatening me, but I was no longer afraid. I had already opened the pandora box. I was able to deal with whatever monsters that leaped out from it. “Take him away!” Peter gestured with his hands and Greg was dragged out like a dead dog. Mary collapsed onto the floor in a daze. Charlie was still crying for more milk. I touched the bandage on my neck.

My attention was drawn to vintage portraits and masterpieces, which were almost barely discernible by dirt and grime. I began taking a cautious stride forward while manually trying to calculate the floorboard's sturdiness. Then, with my bare fingers, I slowly and carefully brushed away the cobwebs obscuring the portrait, enabling me to see what the photo had to say. It was a photo of a woman and a child, theoretically a mother and daughter. With her brown and wavy hair, the woman strongly resembles a Goddess of Beauty intricately crafted in the form of a human. But there was just something disturbing and unnerving about her gaze that made the strands on my shoulders and the back of my neck s