A Demon's Fate Novels & Stories

(RHYS'S POINT OF VIEW) As demons, we didn't follow the rules of nature and did whatever we liked, but still, there were coincidences for some actions that just couldn't be avoided, like interfering with the fate of a human—keeping them alive when their time on earth had come to an end. I received a thunderclap as punishment for meddling with Cameron's fate. A normal demon would have shattered like a bulb. For a superior being like myself, the first one was only a warning, and the second would be the equivalent of being executed.

That's what I did not expect, so to hear him . - Will you leave now? I asked. - Not. The demon replied quickly. - Why? – I ask, angrily extinguishing a cigarette butt in an ashtray. How does he not understand that he only complicates everything with his actions! “I would rather live one mortal life with someone dear to me than spend an eternity alone. The demon answers me. And how to understand his words “with those who are dear to me”? Or am I hearing the wrong thing again? I have already decided for myself that he is an enemy, that his actions are unacceptable ... Yes, that's right! One good deed will not fix what was done earlier ... it will give the rest of the soul, but it will not retu

That attack had been his last chance to end the demon … but he failed. Dethnar let out a wicked laugh, totally not minding the dark blood spurting out of his sliced arm. “You are pretty clever for a young man … but this is where it ends. After I kill you … I shall have your friends next … feast on their flesh and have a toast on their human blood. Oh … but my guess is … they’re already dead fighting my army … the Undead never ends, young man. The more people die, the stronger our numbers shall become.” “I …” Arth winced as he recovered unto his feet. “I made a promise … to them …” he said, glaring at the demon. “No matter what happens … I will come back alive!”

He doesn’t know why the demon hasn’t given up on him, it’s been years! Demons are attracted to already corrupted souls, they feed on darkness lingering on humans’ soul and fuels their desires in return. But demons are attracted to pure souls as much as they would to darkest souls. Pure souls, when finally tainted are the most delectable. That is why the demon has been trying to corrupt Chris’ soul for years. “Give me a break. It’s my birthday after all,” Chris doesn’t know where he gets his guts to casually talk to a malignant entity, but because the demon is always around he already treated the demon as his friend. Even how weird that may sound.

It was a very likely possibility assassins would be waiting the moment they crossed and there was no room for further injury. Lexi wouldn't die, exactly. Like all demons, he was immortal. No, death wasn't what assassination meant to a demon. It meant he would be rehabilitated. Abused in the Underworld as a tortured spirit until he forgot who he was and became a good bottom-rung soldier. He would no longer be Lexi. Lexi's boss, the Black Devil, only allowed so much identity and freedom to his minions so they could do their work and the bastard had no problem pulling back the leash when necessary. Not only didn't Hades wish that on Lexi but now Jinx's heart was involved.

“Ashamed at what he had done, the demon threw himself into the fiery pit, taking his own life. “We found the woman sobbing in a pile of blood and body parts, cursing Fate for being so cruel. She was alone once more, a shell of the woman she used to be when she wandered the nothing alone.”

"Once the demon accepts the connection with the human group, he or she steps through into the effigy which then takes on their shape and appearance. It is then infused with a portion of the demon's soul, sealed forever inside the stone." "Or wood. Or clay." Sassafras dumped the book into his lap with an exasperated sigh. "So if the demon is betrayed, the effigy smashed or burned, a part of their soul is destroyed." My heart wrenched, helping me forget what I'd heard, the churning in my stomach. "Dad," I whispered. Sassy grimaced. "Yes," he said. "That's why there's no way to know if your father can be healed, Syd, or if he can ever go home. What makes him a demon might be gone already."

He only needed to know if most of what happens was something Suit put together. “I assure, Anderson. I only know what you know.” Anderson looked skeptical and the demon siting beside him. Suit rolled his eyes at Anderson and spoke. “You are overestimating me a bit too much. As powerful as I may be, there are things even I dare not mess with.” Suit paused, readjusting himself on his seat before thinking. “Think of it this way. Your lives are a road on the path of fate, and any decision you make is a curve or branch or exit leading you to another road. Meaning whatever decision you take, will lead you to a different fate. Of course, there are some fates you cannot hide from no matter what you

He realized I could lie in my natural form. “That’s crazy. If he were your sealing meal, then you would’ve started killing every time you fed. I’ve seen desire demons who were sealed against their will. Their demon side is much stronger than their human side.” Colin said. “And I would have smelled like a demon no matter my form. My patron looked out for me and made sure he was dead. I am grateful to her every day.” I said softly. “Let’s take a look. I want to get home, Vasili.”

Adom looked away from the squabbling creature's and back towards the battle. There was a cloud of magic that hung over the fighting masses and he smiled as it continued to swell with every death-Angels death, that is. Thousands of demons had been lost, but they were never truly alive to begin with. Their essences would be cast back into hell and they would be reborn once more with only the need to fight. But the hundreds of dead Angels . . . their souls had been been carefully collected. Lucifer would consume some of them but others would be repurposed into greater demons to serve him.