[Herastan – Moon Demon]
Dimensional demon in the form of a dragon's body with a human head. Capable of controlling immense lunar energy...
Summoning method: During a total solar eclipse, with a sacrifice...
Aron didn't even finish reading.
He closed the page in disgust.
"Can someone tell me to check the calendar before I open the book?!"
Exhausting work.
And all he wants is to summon another demon from hell.
Aron just couldn't understand why all the summoning rituals for these dimensional demons were so complicated?
Forget how long they take.
Some even require specific sacrifices!
Even worse, they demand a specific time and exact location!
"You're all insane!"
"No wonder you're nowhere to be found on Earth!"
And what about your so-called "great powers"?
Look at Emperor Vishanti, for example, you just say his name, and there he is.
No bloody rituals, no sacrifices. Instant service.
Speaking of Emperor Vishanti...
Aron paused.
He realized he never actually established contact with him.
"Forget it..."
It's all improvisation anyway.
Frustrated, he flipped through the old book, a kind of demon directory left to him by the Ancient One.
He flipped and flipped… and grew sleepier.
"Alright, one last page. If this doesn't work, I'm going back to summoning hell demons."
Against his will, barely keeping his eyes open, he turned the page.
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[Sacco – Shadow Demon]
Evil spirit from the Shadow Dimension. Possesses the power of Shadow Magic and can summon Shadow Warriors…
Summoning method: formation drawn with human blood… speaking the true name in shadow…
"Wait, wait..."
"This might work."
Sleep vanished. In a second.
He sat upright. Focused.
This demon didn't ask for nonsense like "blood of the innocent" or "blood of an emperor's descendant," just human blood.
The only downside…
Quantity.
It required a lot.
Enough to drain several adults.
Aron pondered.
Maybe in Kamar-Taj, organize a "voluntary blood donation"? Just, you know, "for the sake of magical advancement."
Very high emotional intelligence.
Very low feasibility.
Basically, he wants to have everything, and give nothing.
"Blood, huh? There's plenty of it, hospitals, medical waste, even… buying it."
"It doesn't have to be fresh. Who's going to check?"
Following the basic principle: 'Party A can always be tricked,' Aron was already making a plan.
But then he looked into his pocket.
Empty.
Smoother than an angel's cheek.
"Emmm..."
"Forget it. First I'll go find an old acquaintance. I need more demonic power."
He pouted.
Put on the ring.
Opened a flame portal.
And stepped into the fire.
---
Night passed.
And with the first rays of sunlight, the light fell on the fifth-highest mountain in the world, Makalu.
The snow that covers the peak year-round glistened in the sun, while the mountain ranges shimmered in golden hues.
Only the peak of Makalu was black and scorched.
"Ahem… pleasure doing business with you, next please."
Aron waved his hand.
Exorcist symbols carved into the stone lit up again with white light.
"Liar!!"
"Human!!"
"You'll remember me!!!"
Amid screams and curses, yet another hell demon was forcibly expelled back to its dimension.
And it wasn't the first.
Nor the fifth.
Nor the tenth.
But who knows how many during this single night.
Makalu, once an untouched mountain marvel, was now covered in black mist, thick demonic aura, like ash that wouldn't leave.
The snow had long since vanished, burned by hellfire.
The ground, bare and blackened.
"It's not my fault… they came on their own."
Aron coughed. The whole night he'd been "doing business" with demons from hell.
The smell of sulfur was so strong it seemed stuck in his sinuses.
But the result?
His demonic power had increased tenfold.
And not just quantity, quality, growth rate… all together, absolutely unimaginable within the limits of any sorcerer in Kamar-Taj, or anywhere in the Marvel universe.
Let's not forget, three days ago, Aron was an ordinary man.
With no combat ability.
And now…
"I don't know… but I think I could beat the Hulk. In his normal state."
And it wasn't an empty boast.
A light punch to a rock at the summit of Makalu shattered a multi-ton boulder into pieces.
Like a firecracker went off.
And that was in normal form, without activating demonization!
If he activated Full Demonization, Aron's strength would explode to a level where it's hard to classify him as "human."
"I can now fully transform into a demon."
A smile crossed his face.
He didn't even know how many demons he expelled that night.
These randomly summoned hell demons, some stronger, some weaker, all fell before him.
Without a fight.
All, without exception, gave half or more of their power.
Some even up to 90%.
They signed contracts, believing they could regain their strength later.
Naive.
Why did they do it?
Because of his holy soul.
To hell demons, Aron's soul wasn't just pure, it was seductive.
Irresistible.
In their eyes… he was like a naked jewel, shining atop a temple.
Pure, untainted, and alluring.
Many sensed something was wrong.
But none could resist.
They all signed.
"For the first time, I feel like I've scammed the innocent… hmm… maybe because I actually did."
He shuddered, recalling the looks on the demons' faces as he 'borrowed' their power.
Not even a few seconds passed.
He began summoning again.
Hexagram star.
Candles.
Curved lines.
Stale rituals.
"Next! Come freely, leave painfully."
The fire flared up.
But this time…
Nothing.
No voice.
No movement.
Not a single word from hell.
"Hm?"
Aron repeated the ritual.
Again, silence.
Until the last candle went out.
"What is this now?"
"Am I… blacklisted?"
He looked around, confused.
But to be fair, the demonic power in his body had already reached the maximum threshold.
His body, soaked in force, had no more room for energy.
Anything more would be too much.
"Forget it. No point anymore."
"If I'm really blacklisted, it's well deserved."
Clapping his hands, he opened a portal and left Makalu.
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At the same time, in the hell dimension known as "The Thin Soul Border," the name Mordo was spreading faster than fire.
From top to bottom, among captains, soldiers, and servants, everyone knew:
"Mordo" was the name of the man who tricked them.
Who deceived hell.
The man with the holy soul who outsmarted devils.
Demons, known for their cunning, now had to accept a terrible truth:
They were deceived.
By a human.
Rage. Resentment. Humiliation.
All of it built up. Grew.
And exploded.
"MORDO!!"
"CURSED BE YOU!!"
"We'll kill you a thousand times!! AND EVEN THAT WON'T BE ENOUGH!!!"