Andrealphus Demon Novels & Stories

Rakel threw the book back and stared at him expectantly. Knox nodded and began pacing as he spoke. “Just so you know, you've found yourself a capable son-in-law, one that will protect you when you've gotten old and useless....” he started earning a glare from Rakel. He quickly cleared his throat, “What I meant to say is that Alfred isn't just a vampire, he's a demon too. A demon vampire.”

“Arch-Demons? What are those?” King Johnson began, “It seems not all of you know what Arch-Demons are. Alright then, I shall enlighten you.” “Unlike lesser demons, they possess near-omnipotent abilities, including cosmic strength and the ability to manipulate dimensions. They are indestructible, ageless, and they regenerate from damage incredibly fast.” The Alphas in the hall were shaken. “How would we be able to kill one?” Another Alpha asked, “How did Roosevelt get access to those demons?” King Johnson replied,

Jericho kicks Callix's foot, "Show him, le paalo'." Lix's sea-green eyes look at me, the white of his eyes morphing to black. His brown hair streaks with silver and white eland horns sprout from his head. His skin turns navy marbled with silver streaks and his navy feathered wings that drape the ground are tipped in silver. When yawns he has teeth that remind me of a dog's with four long sharp canine teeth. His eyes droop as if he is bored while I'm freaking out. I had no idea things like this existed! "Is….is this what they are making?!" "No. Those are fake infernals. Lix is one of the seven demon princes of Hades. The Belphegor of sloth," Jericho explains.

He was wearing a dark suit and appeared to be holding a glass of champagne. But when I looked closer, I could see that something was very wrong with him. Blood was dripping from his fingernails and staining his clothes. His eyes were completely black, not just the pupils but the entire eye. Red veins were visible under his skin, trailing up to his face like dark rivers. The most disturbing part was that nobody else seemed to notice him. People were walking right past him like he was invisible. They were laughing and talking as if nothing was wrong. I realized immediately what I was looking at. This wasn’t just any Bloodborns. This was a demon, a different and more dangerous type of Bloodborn

Taking my shirt off partially, I jabbed my nails into the top of my spine, pulling out my sword, Slayer Rhakis and summoned the portal to edge of The Demon Realm. Stepping inside, my senses were clear, smelling the first wave of demons a few miles away into hell. I waited patiently, pacing back and fourth and focusing my ears on Hunnie and Kris as I leaned against the cold and icy, black flesh of a pillar. The Realm's bridge was as wide and long as a football field and made up of squirming flesh. All around the bridge was pitch black, the only light coming from the glowing floor of flesh under my feet and the demons portal from Hell.

Only the male in front of him did. Finally, Apollo tilted his head. “A mortal spoke of a demon,” he said. “Grey-skinned. Walked through stone. Loosened her ropes. Brought her water.” If he hadn’t been watching, he might have missed it—the faint tensing of Cael’s jaw. The near-invisible tightening at the corner of his mouth. It was gone in less than a breath, buried beneath composure, but Apollo saw it. “Many of us are grey,” Cael said evenly. “The dungeons are not empty, my lord.”

He called to me, his smile unwavering, “Say it.” The room went frigid as I said, almost whispering, “You are a demon.” His eyes blazed a bright yellow, and a smile spread across his face. It couldn’t be possible, it couldn’t be—a demon in this realm. However, this demon wasn’t your typical one; whereas regular demons had black eyes, his eyes were yellow. I cringed at the thought of that term, “Memphis,” and it suddenly clicked in my mind like atoms exploding together.He could tell I knew exactly who he was, so he urged me, “Go on.” “You are the devil’s spawn, Memphis Morningstar. Archdemon. “The prince of hell and the king of the cross-road demons,” I remark, observing his smile widen. Godda

The air stank of sulphur and ashes. Aosoth dropped her hands and the fissure in the ground closed up, swallowing the band of light and plunging the whole cathedral into thick shadows. The only illumination came from the. Around them the shadows churned with demons like a poisonous stew. The creatures that surged from the ground were human-shaped creatures but with scales and bloody saucerlike eyes and tentacles for hands. They were as much as twenty. They moaned loudly as they regarded Aosoth for a moment Then they turned their orb-like eyes on the witch.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

His eyes alternated between green and black as he hissed a name through his gritted teeth. "Belphegor." Belphegor was an old demon, very proficient in spell work, who left Hell when Chuck opened all the doors. He described his life as a human as coming from a time where people were "ugly" and worshiped a giant rock that looked like a penis. As a demon, he was a self-described "clock puncher," and enjoyed his work tormenting the souls that entered Hell. Motivated by his desire for life in Hell to go back to how it was before the souls were released, he possesses the corpse of a sloth and since then pledged his loyalty to Darth Vader, the demon overlord.