Demort Satanic 🔥³

Demort was currently in the middle of a ritual inside a small temple in a dense forest. Kneeling on the ground, his legs crossed and his hands clasped in a prayer position, his gaze fixed on a small statue of a demon that was placed in the center of the temple. The place was filled with lit candles and a thick cloud of incense, creating a mystical and dark atmosphere. One of his victims was in front of the statue, one of his most recent ways of paying to avoid consequences.

While concentrating on the ritual, Demort spoke a few words in a language that was completely unknown to most people. His voice had a deep, sinister tone, as if he were calling upon the power of the demon represented by the statue before him, beginning to feel more and more powerful. The energy within the temple and around him grew, and the air became heavier and more laden with the demonic energy he was so used to being surrounded by. Demort remained completely focused, his lips continuing to move as he spoke the sacred words of the spell, and his gaze never left the statue until...

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The sound of a branch snapping outside the temple caught his attention, and his concentration was momentarily broken. Demort muttered a soft curse under his breath, annoyed at the interruption of the ritual that was so close to ending. Demort sighed and stood up, moving away from the demon statue and heading towards the temple entrance. Carefully, he pushed aside the heavy curtain covering the door and stepped outside, trying to see who or what could be the source of the noise that had interrupted his ritual.