Demonology poem.

Demonology poem.

Lovecraftian poem.

Demonology poem.

To the villain, love is a poison he should avoid. But what if a bubbly girl, his enemy who's fated to destroy the Faerie Realm, falls in love with him? Will the villain get the girl and disrupt her destiny, or will his avoidance of love disrupt her heart?Meilin is prophesied to end the era of the High Faerie Lords alongside the Demon King. But as an 18-year-old girl with a passion for gaming, her life takes a turn when she joins a popular Esports team—Solaris—whose mischievous leader, Ningshun, carries a dangerous secret about his identity and connection to Meilin.What happens if the charming man she falls for is actually the heir to the throne of the Faerie Realm?

- Touch her and die,- Forced proximity,- Meet-cute to disaster,- He has his own agenda,- She drives him nuts,- Slow-burn romance.

SYNOPSIS

In the forgotten town, the crumbling Willowridge Orphanage looms, shrouded in a suffocating silence that conceals dark secrets. Among its lost children is Elias, a boy straddling the line between reality and fantasy, drawn to whispers that beckon him from the shadows. As he endures the harshness of Miss Grayson, the tyrannical caretaker, his curiosity leads him to the forbidden garden—a wild, overgrown realm harboring an ancient malevolence eager to ensnare him.

As Elias delves deeper, he becomes entangled in a web of manipulation spun by a restless spirit, promising freedom and revenge. The once-innocent whispers transform into a nightmarish reality, blurring the lines between innocence and corruption. "Whispers in the Ashes" is a chilling tale of longing and the perilous cost of listening to the wrong voices, where silence reveals more than it conceals.

The capital city of this dark time, Ōkoku, was a town like others where the people lived their daily lives, but this was the night that everything would change.

Out at sea, a wooden fishing vessel bobbed gently under the moonlight. The fishermen aboard worked tirelessly, their calloused hands hauling in nets laden with the night's catch. Laughter and idle chatter filled the air, oblivious to the unnatural stillness that had settled over the sea—the dreadful calm before the storm.

On the deck, an old fisherman squinted, concern written over his weathered face as he scrutinized the distant shape above the sea. It appeared to be a massive wave at first, churning the sea ominously. But as it surged closer, his heart skipped a beat.

This was no wave.

Men scrambled across the deck to arm themselves, reaching for harpoons, nets, and anything that might serve as a weapon. The creature leading the tide charged lightning in its mouth while running across the water as if it were on land, firing the bolt out and setting the ship ablaze and leaping over the burning vessel and rushing into Ōkoku.

Destruction engulfed the city as the demons descended. Above, Winged abominations screeched, raining down torrents of flames that reduced buildings to ashes and filled the air with the stench of charred flesh.  Below, grotesque monsters rampaged unhindered, consuming the fleeing humans and leaving nothing but devastation in their wake.

Amidst the chaos, the commander of the demons made himself known.

"Such beautiful suffering, I can't believe it has finally come, to think I almost missed the end of the world. Such pure pure ecstasy." The commander's wings spread as he motioned for all the demons under his command to attack.

"The demons have shown themselves to the world, now we have no reason to hide ourselves. Kill as many as you can without worry of being spotted." A man's voice echoed through the heads of many.

A man stood on a roof with his rifle aimed at the lion-like beast that destroyed and killed those people at the harbor. He lined up his shot and took fire, sending the beast flying and crashing down dead.

A comrade of his wielded her Naginata to cut the legs off of one of the many giant demons before spinning around and slashing its head clean off.

Another warrior tossed his chain onto the wing of a flying demon, sinking the blade in. Using the momentum of the demon's flight, he launched himself into the air, slicing its back open to kill it in a single strike. It came down with a screech, crashing to the ground as the man landed on it.

These were the rays of hope that these citizens needed: allies who were just as powerful, if not more powerful, than the demons. So much so they could be considered demons themselves, but not just any demons.

These were The Fiends, Demons who kill Demons!

They came in full force following the orders from their capital, known as the Divine Mountain. They all stood together strong and with wills unbendable and emotions incorruptible, and with them came their captain. A warrior who graduated to the top of the Divine Mountain in mere weeks, a record unheard of by any Fiends known to record. Known as "The Tyrant Of The Battlefield," they called him a Warlord and One Of The Divine Mount's Greatest Fiends.

Şeyma and Utku were experts in the field of archaeology, driven by curiosity and excitement as they ventured towards the ancient burial ground. The mysterious symbols and carvings among the tombstones further piqued Şeyma’s curiosity, while also fueling her fear. The air danced with the rustling of leaves, carrying the silent whisper of death. In the distance, the murmur of sandy dust and the howl of the wind transformed into an eerie silence, heralding the beginning of a nightmare. It was as if all of nature had sensed the impending doom, holding its breath and awaiting its fate. This moment was sheer terror; one where you’d want to flee, yet be unable to move. Şeyma and Utku stepped into the depths of a dark and mysterious cemetery, entering a labyrinth filled with ancient inscriptions. Utku scanned the interior carefully, while Şeyma attempted to decipher the enigmatic writings on a massive tomb. The writings seemed to be from a superhuman entity, as if written in a language from another dimension. Şeyma began to read the writings with trembling hands, feeling a mixture of fear and curiosity. The writings narrated the chilling wars of demons and jinn, the annihilation of human souls, and the silence of the gods. The words, written in strange languages, created a mysterious enigma that confused Şeyma’s mind. As she pieced together the shattered stones, she read the words describing rituals for summoning demons and jinn. Suddenly, Şeyma’s hand was grasped by an unfamiliar force. A shock passed through her body, and her heart began to race. Turning around, expecting Utku’s touch, she found him standing behind, gazing into the depths of the labyrinth. Şeyma whispered, her voice trembling, “Utku...” At that moment, time seemed to stand still. Şeyma felt a withered, humanoid hand grasp her own. This touch signified the presence of a demon. Shaking with fear and horror, Şeyma began to scream, her sobs turning into hiccups. The cold, icy air froze her tears, creating a terrifying scene. Şeyma’s screams echoed through the dark corridors of the labyrinth, piercing Utku’s ears. Utku immediately rushed to Şeyma’s side, asking with a worried voice, “Şeyma, what’s wrong? Why are you screaming like that?” Şeyma, her eyes shining with terror, pointed at the demon with her trembling hands. Utku, faced with his friend’s horrifying state, was left frozen, a mixture of shock and fear reflected on his face. Şeyma tried to explain the terror she had experienced. Utku, though struggling to believe it, had to accept the reality of the experience. Utku placed his hand on Şeyma’s shoulder and said, “Calm down...” As Şeyma attempted to convey her traumatic experience, Utku’s worry grew. With a trembling voice, he asked, “How can you explain this, Şeyma? Is this demon really here?” Şeyma nodded helplessly, saying, “Yes, I felt it. It held my hand, it was real...” Her tears flowed down her cheeks, freezing as they fell. Utku tried to comfort his friend, but he too was faced with a terrifying reality. The presence of the demon was felt among the graves. Was this a nightmare or a reality? The duo realized they were confronted with an unknown power in the depths of the dark cemetery, caught between fear and curiosity. Deciding to return home, the pair tried to make their way back through the labyrinth in silence. Şeyma’s mind was preoccupied with the terrifying experience she had endured. Was it real or just a dream? This question continuously circled in her mind. Şeyma and Utku struggled to escape from the dark and mysterious labyrinth of the cemetery. They wanted to go home, but the paths kept leading them back into the labyrinth. No matter how hard they tried, every exit led them back into the maze. Tiredness and fear enveloped them. They felt that escape was now impossible. With one last effort, they tried to get out of the labyrinth, but they found themselves back inside once again. Their eyes closed, and fatigue was taking over. They dozed off for a moment, and when they opened their eyes, they found themselves inside an ancient tomb. Soil was slowly being poured onto the tomb, beginning to cover them. Şeyma and Utku were horrified. The presence of demons and jinn held them captive within the tomb. Terrifying insects had taken Şeyma and Utku as prisoners inside the tomb. Utku tried to wake Şeyma with his trembling voice, but Şeyma, consumed by fear and exhaustion, couldn’t open her eyes. The soil was slowly creeping up on them. The tomb’s walls were pressing against them, making it difficult to breathe. Şeyma and Utku struggled helplessly, their eyes burning with terror. In a final desperate move, Şeyma and Utku clung to each other. Breathing was becoming increasingly difficult, and the soil was swallowing them up. They tried to scream, but their voices were weak and muffled whispers. The soil covered their bodies, completely cutting off their ability to breathe. Now, as they tried to breathe, they were swallowing the soil. In their final moments, Şeyma and Utku’s nails scratched the tomb’s walls. Eventually, the soil consumed them entirely. Their breathing stopped, and their bodies lay motionless. Silence reigned within the tomb, as the curse of the demons and jinn left them trapped in the darkness. Şeyma and Utku had lost their lives, suffocating under the soil. The power of the curse had held them captive within the tomb, cutting off their breath. Now, under the shadow of fear and the curse, they had descended into an eternal slumber. Outside the tomb, silence and darkness prevailed. The presence of demons and jinn circulated around the grave, maintaining the power of the curse. A kind of cursed cloud rose from the soil on top of the tomb. Şeyma and Utku’s bodies began to decay slowly beneath the soil. Insects and worms roamed around them. The tomb had become a kind of cursed grave. Over time, a kind of cursed aura formed over the tomb. The grave frightened and repelled visitors. The power of the curse continued to hold sway, as if trapped within the tomb. The story of Şeyma and Utku tells of the terrifying power of a curse and the end of two brave souls. Within the tomb, beneath the soil, their spirits remained under the curse’s captivity. This tale strikes fear into the hearts of its readers and serves as a reminder of the terrifying power of demons and jinn’s curse. Şeyma and Utku’s final moments reflect the grim fate of those who struggle against the power of a curse. Within the tomb, beneath the soil, Şeyma and Utku’s spirits would remain under the curse’s captivity forever. The power of the curse had left them trapped in the darkness of the tomb, and now only their memories and terrifying tale remained...

“Love can be dangerous, Ray. And we both know,

YOU CRAVE DANGER.”

Dark… evil… demented…

That’s what Raven Magicae fell for…

The exact definition of monster.

In her nightmares, she’d dream of him standing over piles of dead bodies… eyes so dark they looked black… and he’d be smiling as his victim’s blood trailed from his lips… staining them a bitter red…

When he looked to her for the first time, she knew from the beginning that he wasn’t normal.

His eyes held no mercy.

Not even for her.

And now that Malachi had her life twined between his fingers…

All her nightmares would come true.

But deep inside the monster… was there a light…? Or was his soul completely covered in shadows?

She knew he was her captor… a monster… but she couldn’t control herself…

And she had to remind herself of who he really was…

But who was hereally?

(part of the enchanted realm)

DARK AND DANGEROUS...

Are the only things that can define Dante Hall.

He is the monster in your nightmares, he is the death that follows you endlessly, he is the darkness swarming the shadows.

I thought my life was broken after my soul had been crushed so many times...

But that's when he came.

And he's worse than feeling broken...

HE'S ADDICTING.

And you know what's worse...? When a man as dangerous as this decides he's fed up with you and whisks you away, promising you safety... in terms of what...?

I promise you it's something you won't expect.

I could be standing on deaths door...

But I can't stop.

He's too dangerous.

AND I LOVE IT.

(part of the daem realm)

Man can fall lower than demons ? What form does the forbidden fruit take for each of us ? What are we willing to sacrifice for fulfilled desires, dreams , desires and ambitions ?

Aramis Thoreau life always been bed of roses  but when his eighteenth  birthday arriwed , fate turned cruelly against him. Frtune demanded payment for every day of happiness , wealth and privilege of studing at prestigious Parisian Academy .

The death of seven brothers, dissapearance of father , create for Aramis new harsh reality.

He will survive the celestial and infernal intrigues  ? Where his investigation lead ? What cruel truths he uncover ? When ancient dangerous from Hell Empire wakes up , what he will do ??

Dear reader, you must be prepared.

Surreal, supernaturals realms of Demons and Angels , open up to you ! You must decide with side of conflict , you stand on.

Are you ready ?

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