Abyssal Demon Novels & Stories

said Erebus. "Indeed, the taste of Fire Wyrm meat is rather good, I agree," said Chaos. "Whew, I am stuffed… How much did I assimilate? Uweh! Maybe I will get fat…?!" asked Abyss. "I don't think that's possible based on your physiology, Abyss," said Chaos expressionlessly. "O-Oh… yeah, I guess I can do this…!" Abyss quickly compacted her giant mass of a slimy body as she suddenly turned into the pretty, black-colored slime maid of always.

“Just like that.” I brushed his comment aside with the wave of my hand. “Who are you, and how did you know I’ve met Abaddon?” He placed a hand on his chest, “Normally I’d be offended at not being recognized, but it’s been a very, very long time since any of my kind have walked this realm.” “Your kind,” I replied. “Do you not consider yourself a demon?” “Oh, I do. But there are different kinds of demons. Abaddon is born of the Pit, the deepest, deadliest part of Hell. My kind, on the other hand, are much more civilized.”

No, it was a gaping maw, an insatiable abyss eager for the consumption of all that lay before it. From the depths of this abyss emerged the Devourer, a creature woven from the fabric of nightmare and despair. Autumn had experienced glimpses of hollow entities in her restless dreams before—twisted remnants of lives long extinguished, grotesque phantoms that mirrored what once was. But this… this entity was a manifestation of raw, ravenous hunger, a sinister hunger made flesh.

Alexander snorted sarcastically, his eyes radiating endless darkness. "It turns out that your long life has not made your eyes completely blind, Old Fossil," growled Death, pressing the sole of his shoe deeper until Valerius' veins burst. "My blood is indeed not as pure as those of you who worship the moon. Half of my spirit is the abyss of the Tartarus Trench itself. That is why a thousand mortal Alphas will never be able to touch a strand of my Queen's hair as long as I breathe." Valerius widened his eyes in horror. Tartarus. The void where demons and pre-Titan gods and goddesses are buried. Alexander Sterling is a genetic anomaly between the strongest demon spirit and an ancient wolf. No

Lysan felt a huge lump in his throat and he looked away. "Lysan." Dyleon grabbed his arm. "What does he want?" "He wants—" Lysan swallowed. "He wants me." Dyleon's face went white. "What?" “He said he was going to help me, but on one condition. Me. I'd be at his beck and call when he needs it.” The words tasted bitter in Lysan's mouth—how convenient. The Demon King Lysan killed in his previous life was after him now—and it wasn't good.

H drawled, whipping his fingers in liquid motions. “Of—of course, Prince Haien, ” the demon gulped hard before falling cleanly on the floor with its mutated scaly feet. Damn, no wonder the room smelled of ammonia. The low-class demon actually resides in a sewer-like river of Hell. “I can always give you the soul of this man.” H lazily closed his eyes and basked on the aroma of the fresh blood around him. “How about both? That would be better.” While lifting his hand higher, he opened his eyes and a rush of color changed the heterochromatic ones to a solid, glowing red.

We could be stepping into danger, you more so than I. 'What's a succubus?' Frank asked. 'It's a female demon of the night, devoted to having sexual intercourse with men whilst they're asleep.' Abigail answered. 'If there is a succubus at work, it would seem that she's developed a taste for murder as well as sex,' she added.

So make sure that you don't appear before him or else you will face dire consequences, Luna Doreen informs her. I nod timidly as Luna Doreen excuses herself to attend other important issues pertaining to the upcoming event. I skip home happily after hearing that I'm not supposed to attend the festival. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. As she knows in my heart that i really don't want to meet the Demon. Rumors have it that he's very ruthless and wicked but also very handsome. But all the same ,i don't want to meet him and I'm grateful my prayers have been answered.

I've felt his presence for a while—he murdered Hayley. "Oh, you don't know?" Beelzebub laughs and exchanges a smirk with the four other demons he brought with him—Asmodeus, Leviathan, Lamia, and Mammon. Lamia, the snake woman, gives me a creepy smile. "Hello, Lucifer." I frown. Lamia has always liked me—the feeling isn't mutual. Lamia has the torso of a woman but the body of a snake. I find her repulsive. "Hi..." I growl back.

Even with their combined efforts, in Alfred's opinion, the two of them could not defeat the monster. Dior was ready to start speaking when she abruptly sensed another life force in her surroundings. The alarm bell started ringing louder and louder. She had the impression that someone was observing her. Dior shifted her gaze to the side. Tap. Tap. The demon was moving across the water's surface, using the pieces of the surrounding space as bridges to connect his feet. The demon's body was emitting a massive amount of the purplish demonic aura. With each stride he took, the purple aura swelled in size, and the entire domain flickered.