Abyssal Demon Novels & Stories

Azreal informed us before he left and closed the door silently. “He is far more polite than the ones I’ve encountered.” Sam said as he yawned revealing his fangs then covered his mouth. “There is a curse that is giving creatures called shadows to possess the mind and fuel malicious desires whether it’s by the host or the parasite; we’ve decided to call it Abyss until we can give it a proper name.” I explained as Sam laughed. “Abyss, what kind of pathetic name is that?” Sam asked as we entered the living room. “Azreal said it describes the situation of the host perfectly.”

My eyes changed colour, they were like red rubies now and had slits like a cat. The demon was reduced to his weakened soul state, separated from its body. I opened a plastic case and clicked a button under my desk, the hard floor of my office slid open, revealing the dark abyss that lay underneath. This had been his resting place for centuries, protected by the red swirling shield that lay in a hovering circle above it. When I had discovered it for the first time I had decided to make my base here to keep an eye on him and release him when needed. Now that it had served its purpose it was time for it to return to that hole. The abyss, like something alive, called out to it; its soul was suck

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

She turns my face slightly toward the lamp. “The question to ask is ‘by what?’ and the answer is a demon.” She gasps. “A demon?” “Let me guess, sickly grey scales, nearly seven feet tall, massive, serpentine tail, golden eyes with vertical irises.” Kaeden chips in. I blink, taken aback. “Yes. How did you know? He turns to Myra. “A Lamashtu.” “Is that what Scyla is? A Lamashtu?”

Elian pressed closer, spectral hands reaching uselessly, horror rooting him as the chamber dissolved into chaos—clashing steel, demonic roars, the infant's wail cutting through like a knife. It dawned on Damitri then, in that frozen instant, the witch's warnings he'd ignored: the entity he'd summoned wasn't ally or benefactor, but the Devil of the Abyss, binder of souls, weaver of curses that tainted bloodlines forever. The power he'd stolen now poisoned his legacy, birthing a thirst in his sons that the full moon would eternally ignite—a blood hunger that chained the wolf to infernal chains.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

"That's a no. I see little tendrils. Almost like... Oh shit, she didn't." "What?" Eli blinked. Kali sighed. "Have Len come in. This isn't good." Kali sat between the two beds as she studied them. This looked like Abyssia's doing. When Len and Eli walked in, Kali sighed. "It's a case of abyssal toxemia narcosis." They both stared. "Right, you guys need classes here. It's an abyss disease that turns blood to poison and makes a body reject a gem. It's Abby's doing. She was using it to make puppets from these two."

All I knew was that if it had anything to do with that demon on the computer then this might be worse than I thought. “Okay,” she said in between her sobs, she continued in telling me about her dream, not leaving out a single detail. She told me about gashes that had appeared, how she had mumbled some sort of chant under her breath and how the demon had appeared. Abby cuddled in my arms and explained how it had disappeared after the symbol had been revealed. Even now she had thought that she had woken up and had seen it in the mirror and woke up in a start. “Then, I came straight down here, those eyes burning in my mind, to research everything on the computer. I found out that the beast is a

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.

My life in the living realm with the humans was getting better with every passing day. Abby was now a demon and discovering her abilities with the blood of Zeus in her veins and visiting me daily to practice and most times, the days ended with amazing sex. I’m over two hundred years old and a demon, I am anything but a saint, but there was something different about sex with Abby, especially after she marked me and I had part of her venom pulsing through me. I was more than ready to take her home with me to Hell and show her the amazing afterlife that I can give her. Even though I assured her that being a level three that she can travel in and out of Hell, she was still hesitant.