Demon's of Demonology, Belinda H., MsMario317 @deviantart.com [learn to read activity book TXT] 📗

A brown, spiky, haired man walked down the streets of London. He was wearing a black tank top that had an upside down star on it in a circle. The street was filled with vendors trying to sell their goods. He had seen how old technology died as new gadgets arose into power. He let a quiet sigh as he continued walking. Two little boys were playing in the street." You catch death easily that way children of man." The man said to them witch caused them to nod in defeat and go back home." Children these days don't know their place." He said darkly and continued to walk among the streets. He came upon a vendor selling alcohol and herbs." You." The brown haired man said to the vendor." Are wanted for treason to the King of Hell. Come quietly and you won't get hurt Espit." The man gasped." Alright. Come on back." The vendor said and opened the door to his home. The brown haired man walked in and sat down. The vendor turned into a hideous looking demon and sighed." Dalkiel...why am I wanted for treason again?" He said and crossed his arms as he sat down." You took down the star in your closet and cursed the Devil's name." The brown haired man we now know as Dalkiel said." Ah well tell him I apologize." Espit said." Do you want to take the rose test or take a beating as punishment for your foul?" Dalkiel said and grinned his sharp teeth evilly." Rose test." Espit said plainly. Dalkiel pulled a white rose out of his pocket and held it out steadily. Espit then slit his wrist and let the blood drip down into the rose petals. The rose then turned red with a slight blue tinge." Good. Your forgiven." Dalkiel said and stood. Espit grumbled a whatever as Dalkiel got up to leave." I still don't know how a fallen angel is the high treason office for Devil." Espit said and sighed." This world works in mysterious ways." Dalkiel said then left with a creepy smile on his face.

A young looking fallen angel lay in the grass. His grey wings were torn, broken, and bleeding. He groaned in pain and opened his black feline like eyes. He weakly stood and made his way to a natural hot spring that was not far from his location. Once he got there he stripped down from his robes and got into the spring with a soft sigh. The healing properties of  the hot water made his injuries sting., but he knew it had to be done. He looked at the prominent purple and black demon star on his left shoulder. He remembered the pain he had to endure in order to gain his new masters trust. The warmth of the spring made him feel sleepy. It was warm and comforting.' come back to my throne Botis.' A voice said in his mind. He knew that voice all to well. It was the Devil's voice.'I'll have some slaves heal you up. I'll also give you a room for you to rest and regain your wits in.' Botis got out of the spring and nodded.' You don't talk much do you?' His master said to him." I don't speak unless I have something to say." Botis replied as he clothed himself.' Come.' Said his Lord and he stepped through the portal. The fall of angels had just begun.

Publication Date: 02-20-2014

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Dedication:
To the paranormal universe we live in!