What demon possessed me that I behaved so well?
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You turned me into a demon.
Even if you aren't a speed demon, there are some days when you're traveling home from work and you "zone out," not realizing that you've just driven out of a 55 mph zone into a 35 mph zone.
He turned her into a demon.
Had he made her a demon?
A demon of human origin.
If you were a demon and his mate, you'd be missing your head.
There were no advantages with Darkyn and she was the last person on the planet who would try to seduce anyone, especially a demon.
Since you are demon now, there is pleasure in it for you.
The demon lord gripped her more tightly and wrapped her in his arms.
She didn't fully understand the demon senses that Darkyn indicated were part of her now.
The demon side of her recognized what they were, even if the human side didn't.
Deidre sucked in a deep breath, praying the demon lord answered the summons.
The demon lord glanced at the dealer and tilted his head to the side.
The demon lord released her hand, silent, with her standing before him.
Though the demon lord didn't move from his spot, she was afraid of causing any sort of confrontation between them.
Deidre looked at the demon lord.
Gabriel faced the demon lord.
"There were two who attacked my mate," the demon lord said.
There is nothing I will do to you that you cannot handle now that you're a demon.
The man in whose arms she lay was not only her husband by Immortal and demon laws but the Dark One who turned her into a demon.
What I plan on doing to you would kill a demon ten times over.
"It is not becoming for a demon," he grumbled.
Cheered by the pink demon, she looked from the unfamiliar writing to him.
She covered her eyes when she saw him take his demon form.
He fought his way from a lowly demon to the position of Demon Lord and finally defeated the Dark One.
Anyway, I saw how Darkyn was created from a lowborn demon scorned by others because he was smaller.
Life lessons from a sociopathic demon lord.
She leaned forward until she was resting against the demon, who didn't move away.
It works both ways, demon.
The demon lord took her wrists and pinned them above her head.
The demon lord had just admitted to being happy, in his own way.
Love, what I do to you would kill a demon many times over.
The demon purred, watching her.
With a glance at the demon lord, she stretched to grab it and rose.
The demon lord gripped her neck.
This thought, of what the demon lord might do to the poor girl who had suffered enough, was what made Wynn feel guiltiest.
"He's busy with her right now," she replied then snapped her fingers at a demon.
The demon would leave nothing to chance, especially not the claiming of his mate.
The demon lord entered and closed the door behind him.
A demon's canines grew when he fed.
"Going somewhere?" the demon lord taunted in a low growl, no part of which sounded human.
Wynn pitied her but wasn't about to ask any favors of the demon lord that didn't involve Wynn leaving Hell – and Deidre – behind.
The demon lord stared down at her.
No part of him wanted to see her spared a demon's mercy.
"No," the demon lord said.
Wynn trailed her, but the demon lord rested a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
Wynn drew a deep breath and faced the smaller demon lord.
The demon lord strode out of the portal room.
Even if slow, her death would spare her an eternity at the hands of a demon with insatiable bloodlust.
She hadn't heard the demon drop from the top of the building to land a few feet behind her.
She whipped around at the voice of the second demon.
Demon Law offers you no protection, Death's mate or not.
The other demon snatched the back of her neck, and she gasped.
We won't kill you, the demon in front of her said.
But I want to be the first demon to taste a deity.
With the second demon holding her, he closed the distance.
"I love my breakfast fighting," the demon before her whispered a moment before his fangs sank into her neck.
She'd never been attacked by a demon, either.
Deidre closed her eyes, unable to fathom some stupid demon had hurt her.
If a demon nowhere near his size was able to hurt her, what could Gabriel do, if he was upset at her for any reason?
His large hand was unexpectedly gentle as it settled on her neck over where the demon bit her.
I want to make sure you're my mate and not a shape-shifter demon.
"Do I look like a demon?" she retorted.
Gabriel hacked at the demon before him then straightened.
But the demon lord had Deidre in his clutches and let her go.
The mating bond present last night formed anew the moment he healed her from the demon attack.
The Dark One that ruled Hell since the time-before-time had fallen to a ruthless demon lord whose goal had long been to take over the mortal realm.
"If it makes you feel better, I've got another traitor," Gabriel said in cold anger, motioning to the soul compass the demon's had obtained.
The scars from the demon attack were there.
He found the five who reported the demon interactions with ease.
Gabriel knew Darkyn well enough to know the demon lord would exact no small fee for these favors.
The fifth demon had finished him off by crushing his skull and taking his soul.
She didn't want to think about the human she'd left in the hands of the demon lord.
Trust a demon above my mate?
The demon lord strode into a portal, leaving her angry and no closer to alleviating her remorse.
Gabriel assessed the demon lord.
The demon's wiry frame was armed, his black eyes steady and quiet power restrained.
Something about the demon was different enough to make Gabriel pause.
The demon lord was bristling.
As irritated as he was with Darkyn's words, he was also fascinated by the idea the demon lord who prided himself on preying on the vulnerabilities of others was capable of being offended.
For a moment, the demon lord looked ready to snap.
A second demon appeared behind Darkyn.
Darkyn's demon opened a portal, and the two disappeared.
Gabriel was ready to challenge the Dark One when Landon and the demon reappeared.
Landon and the demon both went.
Deidre looked at the demon lord, and Gabriel followed her gaze.
Gabriel studied the demon lord.
"Gods, if I could send her home with that demon in your place, I -" "Gabriel!"
"Deidre," he summoned the demon lord's mate.
The demon lord did neither.
Deidre leaned forward until she was resting against the demon, who didn't move away.
In that moment, the demon lord reminded him of Rhyn when the half-demon was trying not to let his mate soften his mood.
Deidre knew that look, the one that said that Harmony was staring down an eternity of demon mercy.
The demon lord tore the plane between the two.
Both demon lord and half-demon were bristling with power, the Dark One's growl audible long before Gabriel reached them.
Darkyn gave a low order in the demon language.
The demon was still.
Gabriel stood his ground as the demon strode to him.
"You traverse my domain without power," the demon lord countered.
"He's a demon lord but not a deity," he pointed out.
Demon free for a month.
We're trying to figure out what Darkyn is doing planting a shape-shifter demon on the mortal realm, Rhyn said, referring to the demon lord who wanted both their heads on pikes.
Rhyn was right about the demons; Gabe smelled demon blood and saw the gashes across Logan's throat.
A demon tore off his neck and face and drained him of blood.
It'd be hard to spot the shape-shifter demon posing as Logan with his face shredded.
You're a demon in the sack this weekend.
You think I'm a demon?
She tilted her head to the side, exposing the delicate skin on her neck in an unmistakable invitation to the demon side of her mate.
Before the last great demon raid.
Maybe even before the first demon raid.
We're still trying to recover from the demon raids last fall.
He didn't see the demon that summoned him and waited a moment before speaking.
Darkyn, the demon lord charged with heading the Dark One's armies of demons, emerged from a dark hallway.
Gabriel asked, sensing there was more to the demon lord's journey from Hell.
His least favorite demon crept from the shadows.
Jared bowed his head and fled, well aware of the power of the demon lord's fury.
Darkyn had no intention of going easy on her, even if it was her first lesson in the proper behavior expected of a demon's blood slave.
The demon that took on his form.
You mean …I slept with a demon?
"The Logan I saw in my apartment was a… a demon," she managed.
Logan didn't deserve to be killed by a demon; Wynn didn't deserve to die because Gabriel didn't want anyone else around her.
And then she remembered the demon that took the shape of Logan.
Unsettled by the image of a cheerful demon on a spit, she flipped to the next illustration.
I already got one friend killed by a demon, Deidre said, guilt assailing her at the memory of Logan.
He was a demon that ate people.
Wynn being cornered by a demon and her body starting to give out on her.
Gabe shook out the jacket of one demon.
Controlling a deity would bring incredible power to the demon lord at a time when Rhyn was struggling to battle demons already.
Gabe handed him the soul compass he'd found on the demon's body.
Why she'd chosen to serve a demon over him… was there any part of her that cared for him?
He didn't have the pointed teeth of a demon, which she hoped was indication enough she wasn't about to make a deal with the devil.
She made a deal with a demon.
She quickened her pace, not wanting to end up the dinner of some demon before she had a chance to try to plan an escape.
Do what the demon says and almost have a fifty percent chance of surviving.
Wynn led her to a door guarded by another demon and stepped aside.
Somehow, Deidre wasn't surprised the creepy demon everyone bowed to was the Dark One.
That a mass murdering demon was the only man she'd ever felt so comfortable with made no sense.
Despite his demon powers, despite his wildness, despite his struggle to remain dutiful to their cause, he was a danger to anyone around him.
Rhyn's mother was a powerful demon, and his father is the same as Kris's.
His glance went to the other women in the showers, who either ignored him or weren't going to say something to someone whose mother was a demon.
A demon or something.
She feared knowing what he truly was, that she'd married a demon.
There really couldn't be any kind of good demon, could there?
Her demon lover was gone and her body covered with a sheet.
Have you learned some control of that demon power, little brother?
Katie stood between the assassin and the demon.
He met her gaze, and her body bloomed with warmth in response to the possessive gaze that swept over her from head to foot before his eyes settled on the demon.
His eyes returned to the demon.
The sound of fighting erupted behind her, and she stopped before the trail curved out of sight to see Rhyn standing over his first victim, a demon in a jaguar form.
Rhyn lopped the head off the last demon and wiped his knife again.
"This was Sasha.s bedchamber," a demon said from the doorway.
The demon closed the door—one of the Immortal comforts, for there were no doors in Hell—and left him to wonder how many men and women Sasha had in the bed before him.
"Hello, Lunchmeat," the demon Jared said, smiling slowly.
Long time, no see, demon.
I have enough problems with psycho Immortal demon jackasses.
I just got out of a fight with a demon.
I can make you a demon repellant, if you want.
Rhyn tossed the demon against the wall with enough power to break its back.
The full- blooded demon was slow to rise, and he waited.
Every demon on this mortal planet is hunting Sasha.
Rhyn studied the demon, aware he could never trust such a creature fully.
"I smell two demons, and blood," the demon said, raising his head to the wind.
He was off fighting some demon that attacked me.
What bringsss a demon to my hoooooome?
I need to go to Hell for a demon healer.
It ain.t easy being a good demon.
He.s not the kind of demon you want to piss off.
The demon eyed him.
"On the main road only," the demon agreed.
Her draw was not as consuming as Katie.s, which meant she.d have a much better chance of surviving if not every demon and Immortal was drawn to her.
"I.m here," Darkyn.s voice boomed from a good hundred meters away, the nearest the demon could come.
The demon crouched in the door, then roared in pain and whirled.
The other demon had clamped its teeth around its leg and dragged it out of the doorway.
Another demon down the hall caught sight of them and charged.
Jared launched himself at the demon barreling toward them.
Rhyn was the first to engage any demon in his way while Tamer and Erik beheaded every creature that crossed their paths.
He tore apart a demon and stood breathless, seeking his next opponent, only to see the body-strewn park was empty of living demons in the early morning light.
His skin and clothing was soaked with demon blood, and Kiki gave him a long look.
He doubted Katie would be anything like a demon mother, and yet, he could see the both of them ending up as his father and mother did: dead-dead before their child was six.
Katie jerked awake from the latest one where she and Toby were running from the unseen demon down a sandy beach.
Demon was scribbled on the side.
The demon that was Ully gave a half-bark, half-roar before he smashed through the lab toward her.
She heard no signs of the demon pursing but trotted down the stairs, hoping to find another way into the dungeons where the Immortal warriors lived.
Turned out to be a demon.
She suspected she knew what made Rhyn fight like a demon.
They split before the demon battle, and Rhyn rounded up all the brothers.
I.m not a demon!
An unbound Immortal.s mate had no protection from demon or Immortal Code.
She.d been the reason Kris turned his back on him, and she.d been the one to bring the vial to the demon she thought was Ully.
Though there was a wall of Immortals between her and the forest, she felt the demon watching her, waiting for its opening, now that she was no longer protected.
She didn.t want to sleep for fear of the demon from her nightmares—or Gabriel—coming for her.
Her heart slowed, and she stepped back, imagining the Immortal fighting off some demon that had stayed hidden until dark.
Rhyn wanted to change into his demon shape and rip Jade.s head off.
Jade walked into Darkyn.s open chamber to find the demon arming himself for battle.
A knock at the door jarred him, and he whirled to see the demon that entered.
The demon was too surprised to react, and Jade hacked him down until the black walls were sprayed with demon blood.
Darkyn would know he killed a demon.
"A new breed of demon warrior, one that cannot be defeated by Immortals," he said and glanced at her stomach.
Part demon, part Immortal, part human who.s immune to magic?
This is one Code even a demon can.t break.
Her gaze went to the sky, where the demon bird had appeared in her dream.
Her fate would be decided by a demon and an assassin, and she.d never see her Rhyn again.
With a curse, he rose and ran to the courtyard, changing into his demon bird.
He wanted to sweep her away for one last intimate moment before his death but doubted the assassin and demon would wait.
I.m doing something right for once, he replied, glancing at Darkyn as the demon shifted.
He.d never faced a full-blooded demon and assassin at the same time before.
See you in Hell, demon.
Her eyes stayed on Rhyn, and she.d never been as awed as she was watching him fight a flawless battle against the full- blooded demon and the assassin.
Rhyn landed a blow on the demon, who snarled in response.
Darkyn changed into his demon form and tackled Rhyn, who threw him off.
The demon righted him and tried to heft him but stopped.
I'm better off as demon fodder. I was doomed when I was born a half-demon.
The only other thing that made him feel alive was killing and destroying – the demon side of him that always won out.
He salivated at the thought of demon blood and walked to the portal.
She's an Immortal or demon or what?
"I saw the demon I killed," Gabriel replied and knelt to retrieve his jacked.
She looked around, waiting for Andre or a demon to leap from her surroundings.
You will kill any demon or Immortal in your path.
He handed the demon a small pouch that contained the concentrated magic of Hell. One pouch wasn't enough to break through Death's weakened barriers, but three would.
He glanced at the demon guards in the corner and motioned for them to leave.
The Immortal cowering in the corner gasped. Darkyn circled the super demon in satisfaction.
"This is for the underworld, and this you will know when to use," Darkyn said. He handed the shapeshifter a pouch identical to the one he'd given the other shapeshifting demon and a small talisman on a chain.
The Ully demon left.
"Ever skin a demon?" he asked Toby.
I don't want to eat a demon.
Rhyn crept carefully through the demon scouts positioned throughout the forest surrounding the castle. The demons wore the Dark One's uniform of all black with waterproof cloaks and hoods. The demon side of him rendered his presence similar enough to a full-demon's that the others wouldn't be alarmed. He sized up each demon he passed, until he found one who appeared to be his size. The creature didn't hear his soft step, and the snapping of the demon's neck was the only other sound in the falling rain.
Rhyn stripped and changed into the demon's warm clothes.
"The preferred fate for any demon," a woman's voice said.
The demon lord materialized from the surrounding trees.
Shaking his head, he continued to his destination. He emerged through a portal leading to Death's corner of the underworld. It was a place no demon or Immortal was allowed to go, and he'd thought it impossible to get there, until he'd tried. He'd visited Gabriel once before.
While not large, the Immortal underworld was separated by several different domains, two of which – Hell and Death's domain - were contained within shields no one could enter. At least, no normal Immortal or demon could enter. As a creature of both worlds, Rhyn could enter Hell, and he'd found by visiting Gabe that he was able to enter Death's domain, too.
The demon lord Darkyn.
Another of Ully's experiments. Hopefully it's better than his demon skunk spray.
"I'll bring you a demon," Rhyn said, turning.
Toby looked up as the familiar demon named Jared passed his cell, trailed by two demons carrying a body with another familiar face.
"Ully has skunk blood, and I'm an angel. You'd gag to death first," Toby said and giggled at the look that crossed the demon's face.
With that, the demon left. "Ully, who is it?"
Mama's been caught by a demon?
But if she stays with the demon, who knows what Darkyn's plan is.
He'd have a way of keeping my mind off of things. I think the demon side of him makes him a better Immortal than people like Kris.
Rhyn focused hard on the demon lord then on putting one foot, then the other, beneath his shaking body.
Death can only contain your Immortal powers in her domain, just like I can only contain your demon powers in Hell.
Kris crossed his arms, recalling the last message he'd received from his spies. They'd been certain of two demon shapeshifters infiltrating his organization. While no one knew who they'd replaced, one thing was clear: he couldn't assume people were who he thought they were.
Kris watched him for any telltale signs he was a demon. So far, every move was very Kiki.
You think Gabriel is a demon?
"Or are you a demon?" she challenged.
The full demon dropped the book in his hands and lurched to his feet.
"But I didn't," the demon rushed on.
Rhyn considered how he might use the demon, as he had once before. He didn't answer, pushing the door open to the cell block. Nearly all the cells were empty. "Where is everyone?" he asked.
"Tell the demon to let me out," Gabe said.
"Only if – " the demon started.
Rhyn looked around, wishing he could sense his mate. She was alone in the underworld with a demon, a thought that made him incensed with the urge to find her.
I told her to keep to the stream. The demon probably picked her up between here and the Lake.
I think … no, I know that's what I'm meant to do. I never knew that until I found Katie and I started to realize –" "- you can use your demon powers for good."
"Hannah, try to be a bit calmer, in case that creepy demon comes back," he said.
"Demon?" she echoed and burst into a new round of crying.
Ok, but let me talk to the demon first. We have to get past him to leave Hell.
Toby darted into the jungle, knowing they had little time, and that he had to find his human before anything else bad happened to her. He didn't know where the demon with her wanted to take her, but he knew where anyone leaving the underworld would go to escape.
A trap for her least favorite demon and assassin?
As Darkyn had said, the underworld tempered his Immortal magic, but Rhyn felt the demon power broiling behind the constraints, seeking a way out of him. He was sticking to his plan, though he no longer had time to find Death.
He knelt on the ground and closed his eyes, seeking out the writhing darkness of his demon side. If the demons had the power to transform and fly, he could access his demon powers, too, even if the Immortal side of him was bound by Death's underworld. "Berries," Toby commanded the tree before him.
The Ully-demon launched towards him. The tree snatched Toby and lifted him to safety, and Toby dangled far enough over Ully's head that the demon couldn't reach him. As he watched, the Ully-demon transformed into its natural form, a creature of wings, talons, and teeth longer than Toby's fingers.
Toby whispered, clawing at the tree as the demon shook out his wings.
"Toby," Katie said again, stepping forward. Her eyes went to his hands. He didn't have demon hands.
Toby was wrestling with a bush and didn't respond. Katie breathed deeply and pushed forward, wanting very much to stop and sleep but suspecting she'd never awaken if she did. She didn't have enough food cubes to drive off more than one more demon attack. They'd have to find Rhyn and Gabe fast.
Kris looked up in time to see Kiki crash through the canopy and plummet towards the ground. Kris gasped and sprung forward. A streak of black crossed his vision as a flying demon snatched Kiki out of the air.
Magic shot through him, burning like fire. Kris gasped. Another blast, and he fell to the ground. His body roiled with the demon magic, convulsing until the blow faded. He felt himself hauled up by his neck and thrust onto the ground again. His vision blurry, Kris could only see Hannah's beautiful blond hair. Sorrow replaced anger, and he reached out, touching the soft wheat curls.
He stared. It was not Hannah lying beside him but a demon with blond hair. Kris pulled his legs beneath him to sit, and Rhyn released him.
"As I was trying to tell you, it's not Hannah," Rhyn said and kicked the dead demon.
Kris looked at him, anger building. The muscular half-demon was bleeding from a wound in his chest. His dark eyes glowed like a demon's, though his face was still that of an Immortal.
I couldn't get to my demon powers until you almost killed me.
He couldn't tell Rhyn he'd chosen to save Hannah instead of Kiki, only to discover a shapeshifter demon in Hannah's place.
"What do you care, demon?" he snapped.
Death was right. Kris didn't have what it took to keep the Council together. He may have just lost one of his brothers, because he lost focus of what he should've done. Maybe he should've known Jade was a traitor or Hannah was a demon. He hadn't known of Andre's danger or been able to bring the Council together to fight the demons that threatened them all. He hadn't been able to keep Hannah safe or Toby or Katie.
I swear it, Kris. She was planted by the demons. I don't know why they chose you, but they did, and you're the one she came after. She reeked of demon, Kris.
He took off running toward the palace, his demon vision guiding him in the darkness. Kris followed closely, and they burst onto the yards surrounding the palace.
Gabe and a few other assassins in black fought off hordes of demons. Surprised, Rhyn launched into the melee with his dagger. He slashed through several demons before the creatures realized he was there. Wanting to keep them off balance, he morphed into his demon form and shredded the creatures with talons and fangs as deadly as theirs.
Rhyn flung one knife, catching a demon in the eye. The demon that had been ready to run Kris through dropped, and Kris shot him an angry look.
"Choose, demon," Death ordered him.
The death-dealer looked around, lost. Rhyn moved away and drew off his demon power to call forth a portal.
Rhyn ignored the demon and left the cell block, returning to the hallway before opening a portal. He crossed through the shadow world to the beach of the Caribbean Sanctuary. Toby was dragging Kiki up the beach by one leg.
Katie fought back a smile at the irritated look on Rhyn's face. He was in raw form: bloodied, drenched with underworld rain, disheveled, in need of a good shave. His thick frame was still on edge, as if he expected one of the Sanctuary's nuns to turn into a demon and fly at them. He looked every bit the muscular, powerful, glowering half-demon the nuns wanted to throw out of the Sanctuary.
The black sand had run out. He'd missed his window. Rather, he missed this window. He looked over at the demon standing before him. At least one of his super-demons had survived. This one still wore half a face, that of Death's favorite assassin, Gabriel.
If exhaustion truly was mental as much as physical, he'd conquered its demon as he edged to the side of the road without slowing his pace, allowing an infrequent car to pass.
We found the demon when we took this land near the great cliffs.
The demon is too strong for a boy under the age of five summers.
Girls were too weak to hold the demon at all.
He will become the demon's host, and will use the demon's power to defeat our enemies.
The demon's power enabled me to save a life today.
Father never warned me the demon would speak to me, but it does.
The demon does not care for him, either, and tells me stories too frightening to be true.
My son nears the age where my uncle says the demon must claim him as a host.
The demon protects us, heals us.
I will teach my son the demon's power and warn him about its lies.
This time, the demon would not fall again into its deep slumber.
He was the perfect host for the demon: strong, confident, intelligent.
I found a way to heal without revealing the demon.
My great-uncle said I must only use the demon's power for others or risk the demon's curse.
But when I asked the demon, it said there was no curse, that all I needed to do was tell it I wanted to heal.
My father believed the demon should only be used to do good.
Soon, the demon answered.
Sirian's betrayal first came to her in a dream created by the demon as a warning before it was strong enough to speak to her.
Fate, the demon agreed.
Rissa said nothing, unable to tell him her father was driven too mad by the demon his last ten years to know his daughter.
What she knew - -that Taran was meant to kill her - -she could never tell him without revealing the demon.
The demon told me I'd gone mad when I saw what my cousin did.
After the demon healed his legs, he threw himself from the Western Cliffs.
Today, there was only the demon to help me.
The demon said I would lose my ability to heal my people, since I broke the First Warlord's decree.
He doesn't know what I have done, what I must do for the demon.
We do not die here, the demon repeated.
Colors, shapes, and sounds blurred around her as she allowed the demon to command her body.
She spent an eternity in her mind, watching four of the men fall dead to the wooden floor at the hands of the demon.
With effort that almost drove her to her knees, she reined in the demon, alarmed how much harder it was this time than when she'd killed the madman who was her father.
She had enough strength to control the demon; maybe she could prevent it from escaping to a new host.
We don't want to die, the demon said.
Her father had looked similar in his last days, when the demon within him finally wrenched away control of his body.
Do it! the demon roared.
Relieved, horrified, she focused on subduing the demon, whose angry pacing in her chest made her want to double over in pain.
The demon was quiet.
The demon was silent but shifting within her chest.
She released a tense breath as the demon within her subsided and settled.
It had been many years - -before she inherited the demon - -since she was free of the cold block within her.
Taran will save me, the demon said.
She rubbed the area beneath her collarbone with a frown, unable to understand the demon's movement.
The demon struggled, and she felt her body begin to give.
The demon's intense warning jarred her.
On her father's death, she swore to die without cursing another with the demon.
She would refuse to gift him the demon; however, she could not help but despair at the idea that she was not yet ready to die herself.
With the demon's restlessness and the progressing war, she doubted she had much time to help him see it.
Maybe his will was too weak, and the demon took advantage of him.
Maybe once the demon was a gift to Tiyan, but now, it is Tiyan's curse.
Maybe it was the demon's first lie.
Soon, the demon promised.
I compiled this for my dear Rissa, but I fear the demon will prevent me from giving it to her.
The demon, the blood, the curse.
"The power of one demon has brought every kingdom to its knees before me," he murmured.
"We've never had a mate," the demon said through his voice.
"If you don't want to die here, you better find us a way to escape!" she hissed at the demon, rubbing her chest.
Above all, the demon wanted to live.
Part of her hoped she might find a way to survive apart from the demon.
In the body of the good, the demon's magic was used for good.
Even in the body of a good person, the demon tried hard to corrupt.
They'd truly thought their sacrifices would help their people, that they could control the darkness of the demon.
She had to die with the demon in her.
The demon needed to be destroyed.
Your forefathers killed female heirs because the demon told them they were too weak.
And yet, the only female heir there's been has challenged the demon and wants to kill it.
I think this was the demon's first lie.
No. The demon takes over their bodies until a new host is chosen.
"The demon," he murmured.
Who do you think found the second demon?
The walls are made of the demon's magic, and Rissa's armies are too far south to hold the city.
Memon didn't know inviting another demon into his body would kill him.
Maybe, just maybe, Taran could drive the demon out of Rissa into Memon.
As long as the demon didn't drive her mad, and a part of her remained, he'd find a way to save her.
The demon rushed to heal the gouging wound in her leg from the sharp stone she'd landed on.
She froze at the faint voice, unable to determine if it was the demon who spoke.
The demon had stilled, once again considering.
The demon sensed it, even as she struggled to figure out where he was.
The demon moved at last, though it hadn't yet decided what to think of the visitor.
"There's no harnessing a demon!" he assured her.
If so, the demon is a child.
The demon was still, interested.
If what he said were true, she wasn't weaker than her father; the demon was growing stronger.
You've resisted the demon.
The demon dies with me.
Her stomach roared to life, and even the demon paused at her body's reaction to the food.
She must destroy the demon.
The demon was calmer, its movement no longer urgent or panicked.
The demon was calm.
Her demon stirred in lazy agitation, as if still under the spell of Jame.
Tiyan didn't need her or the demon, and neither would Taran.
His gaze was piercing, as if he tried to see the demon inside of her.
The demon within her thrashed and darted to the first wound, then the second, trying to heal both.
The demon must die with me.
I forbade her from learning to read, so she never learned of the demon.
The demon has its eye on my Rissa.
He wondered if the demon had taken her as it had Memon, who looked well but whose skin was cold as death.
Taran glanced at Memon, who was frozen once again as he communicated silently with the demon.
The demon rippled her skin, pacing frantically.
The demon lunged upwards at him, and he withdrew, horrified.
The demon peered out at him, as if trying to judge whether or not he lied.
Taran ducked his head to prevent demon or madman from seeing the hatred in his eyes.
"Where is she?" the demon demanded through his voice.
Taran tore out of the great hall, followed closely by the madman, whose agitated demon swam visibly beneath his skin.
The demon's hand pierced Memon's, and olive skin gave way to black talons.
The demon within Rissa was panicked, rippling her skin as it fled as far from Memon as possible.
Memon slashed Rissa's arm with his demon's talons, and the demon within her rippled her body as it moved to avoid the madman.
Memon tossed his head back, roaring in the demon's inhuman voice,
According to the Book of the Damned, the demon would never release her while alive.
Darkness swept through the chamber as Memon finished off the demon.
The iron gate closed and then buckled as the furious demon beat against it.
The black ribbon of the demon was gone.
The demon was gone!
For the first time since the demon had claimed her at ten summers, she was alive!
Darkness clung to the book, as if its pages contained traces of the demon itself.
The demon was gone from Tiyan forever.
As dawn broke across the sky, the elder demon who possessed Memon spoke to him.
The stronger demon stretched within him to test its bonds while the other demon cowered.
The command drove him to his knees, and he grappled with the idea of sharing power with a demon.
But the demon would give him everything he'd ever wanted.