A Loud Among Demons Novels & Stories

Hard music fills the overcrowded, dimly lit clubhouse. My brothers are fucked up, like always... fucking women on tables, getting blowjobs, having threesomes on the floor, and doing lines of coke. I sit at the bar, watching the chaos from a distance. My Prez, Devil, sees me and takes the seat next to mine. “Not joining again?” he asks while nodding toward Linch, one of the Soul-Eaters, who’s currently choking on David’s cock.

Kat came to stand beside him, her hand upon his shoulder. As all the demons raised their heads Scribe suddenly bellowed out. “All hail Demon Lord Ruben, our master of the Ninth Circle” The demons all boomed out in their loudest voices. “Hail Demon Lord Ruben!” Three times before falling silent and expectant. Ruben glanced up at Kat. “What now? I really hope they aren’t expecting a speech.” “No…” She giggled behind her hand. “You can tell them to ah…fuck off, now.” Scribe said with a little amusement.

It was in a foreign tongue, but I understood what I was saying. I sprinted out of the house barefoot, my feet searing against the scorching desert sand, fear gripping my heart. As I ventured forth, a haunting sight unfolded before me: emaciated, frightened individuals who appeared to be on the brink of survival. The sky itself bore a dark hue, not indicative of nighttime but rather as if an entity known as The Dark had veiled the sun. A thin, ominous smoke—The Dark—shrouded the land, casting its malevolent influence upon the people.

‘No matter what he says’ the three guardians councelled, ‘don’t talk back at him, never’ It was then that the men discovered that the earthquake was a voice actually. The ground before them lifted and presented to them the judge-the god of violence. His hands were tied to two pillars by the dint of very monstrous chains whih seethed and cooled. He, himself, was made of brine so that when he raised his voice with demonic indignation and bared his mouth in a snarl, one was sure to see and feel and dread him. He was every inch mad and furious and violent. Now as he spoke, the pillars astride him shook. And beside those pillars were giant gargoyles that stood to his beck and call.

The fire raining from the ceiling was targeting him—the Duke who had betrayed his kind. "I'm a creature of the dark, Elara. I can't cross into the light of a pure soul. I'll burn up before we reach the surface." "Then we'll burn together!" She didn't give him a choice. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaped into the pillar of light. The pain was absolute. It felt like her skin was being peeled off by the sun. She heard Vane screaming, a sound of pure agony as the light of the human world tried to incinerate the demon within him.

He was beyond exhausted, his mace getting heavier each time he wielded it. "I know," Minho muttered. This was a planned attack, possibly coordinated by the Princes of Hell themselves. Satan's fiery demons covered the earth, while Leviathan's legions commanded the waters of the Ganges. And all around, Asmodeus' winged incubi and succubi wreaked havoc wherever they went. Wrath, jealousy, and lust. The demons were in unison and perfect formation. Sure, both warrior and nature angels were putting up a good fight despite their meager numbers. But Minho knew it would not be for long. "Stay with Javi," Minho told Amara, who was about to lose consciousness. Reloading his bow, he reached out to his c

The greatest trick the devil pulled was deceiving the world there was only one of him. *Demons are like obedient dogs, they come when they are called. Just when you think you've hit the rock button you realize you are standing in another trapdoor. *Even the dead tells stories... Shhh.. Just listen to them. You know what they say? "Oh yes! There would be blood! Death! Gunshots, more deaths and then finally, the war that would end mankind, more like the apocalypse. Just wait for it, more are coming. *Date: 19th July, 2023

But the audio, oh the auditory feedback I was getting— Was nightmare-inducing and it would probably haunt me for the rest of my natural life. Have you ever heard an angel speak? You know how they say they speak in threes or twos or a whole Greek chorus of voices? That's nothing compared to the auditory dissonance of a demon. I'm talking about an actual demon. It is the worst and no one, I mean, no one should hear that.

The last thing I heard before pulling through the clouds was his voice in my head. " You won’t take her away from me again” he said. Wait. Again? I called my advisors to do some research on everything they had on Xavier. Red eyes and smoke were only common around one species. Demons. Demons are the vilest creatures who inhabit peoples' bodies on earth. They exist purely to create conflict. Was it possible Xavier was possessed by the spawn of the dark one? If that is the case, how long have I not been talking to the real Xavier?

KAYLEEN These things can’t be real. The doctor is gone but I’m not taking them. I’m not going with medications and I’m never gonna believe her. “Why won’t you believe her?” she’s speaking to me again with her creepy face. Her hands touched my cheeks and she leaned closer. “You are a demon. You are a murderer.” Her whispers made me feel like my blood is on its boiling point. “See? You are angry!” she added and dodged my hand attempting to grip on her arm.