Aphmau My Inner Demons Novels & Stories

The weight of the day's revelations pressed on me, and darkness seemed the only fitting backdrop to my shattered world. Drawing the curtains, I veiled myself in obscurity, free from judgment or scrutiny. The room, cloaked in shadows, provided the sanctuary I desperately craved. The demons within, however, took the liberty to dance in glee. Their sinister laughter echoed in the hollows of my mind, mocking my foolishness, naivety, and blatant stupidity. "Foolish, stupid girl." The demons responded with a sinister chorus, mocking my vulnerability. Amidst the darkness, the room whispered its own torment. Every corner echoed with the haunting memories of our moments, the shared laughter, and the

"Damn. I'm sorry." "It's fine. As soon as they learn that she's misusing her drugs, they'll take her off of them and put her on something else. Or maybe I'll get lucky and they refer her to a rehab and I get a few weeks of peace." "Do you think they will?" She snorted. "I can't get that lucky." I smile and shake my head. "Have you ever heard of manifestation?" "Oh God, not you too. Kimmy and Hayley are so full of that sh*t, I'm sick and tired of hearing it." I laugh at how exasperated she sounds and she gives a small laugh back.

And in that moment, I knew I’d do anything to keep that promise. But what she said next shocked me more than I expected. “What do you mean by my mate? I really don't want any trouble, if you could please leave me alone”. I could see her legs shaking as she started murmuring something to herself. “Are you okay? Who are you speaking to? I ask, a bit worried. “It's a voice in my head, she calls herself Lyra. I know you might think I'm crazy and probably need to go to an asylum but it's the truth”.

NOAH The voices became louder as my internal demon began to resurface, bringing back to life every scratch, every hidden closet, and everything I had tried to leave behind. They all came up, each demanding control over the others. The tears flowed endlessly, and no matter how hard I closed my ears, the noises would not stop. A hand was wrapped around my wrist, but I was too scared to look up, lest my worst nightmare come true, because when he did, even the most secure door could not contain his rage.

So, she quickly put on a bright smile and hugged me. She praised, "Look at you! This is such an improvement. You used to endure everything in silence. But now, you surprised everyone by fighting back so bravely." The baby said proudly from my belly, "Thanks to me, Mommy is finally able to leave that scumbag dad behind!" I couldn't help but laugh. "Stop teasing me. It's all thanks to my baby that I finally found the courage to fight back." At the mention of the child, Amelie's expression turned slightly uneasy.

Standing tall and stiff as though trying to shield his real emotion about this topic. “I can control my inner demon now …I couldn’t as a child…. My impulses, my lust for taking…. the desire to crawl inside someone's mind and twist it until they spiral into madness … that can’t be undone!….. I’ve hurt a lot of the Dii pack, and they can’t forgive that.” He makes a soft, almost snort noise that sounds like regret. “I’m where I belong. In that forest.” His confession silences me as I think back on the shaman's teachings and Leyanne's grimoires. That the Demonics' greatest gift or maybe favorite hobby, was to turn people insane.

Every time, she'd frown deeply and grumble with utter disdain, "You young people, throwing your money around like it's nothing!" However, I didn't miss the way her eyes reddened when she turned away to try them on. By the time the second spring rolled around, my followers across all platforms had officially crossed the ten-million mark. I'd become a highly influential blogger, known for my deeply personal essays on family and emotional wellness. A well-respected local talk show extended me an invitation, which I accepted. On the show, I spoke from an objective point of view about the emotional abuse people suffer from their own families.

My head clouding with that red mist once more. A couple of the toms are here to get their rooms how they like them, and as I watch, I’m overcome with furious jealousy all over again. That kick to my gut once again. The tears completely shrivel into a dark depth of ashy hell and evaporate as that inner demon I possess moves in with a deathly chill, she is a queen at possessing.

I wanted to swim, no matter how much selfish it was. Closing my eyes, I put my hand over the pond with the heart thumping harder again and breath quickened. Their were times when you see a memory-horrible ones. They were like demons, gripping you, pushing you and never letting you win. They hated happiness. All they wanted was self pain. This was the moment. I hate you. You ruin my life. You made my video viral. Why being lesbian is such a ridicule and wrong in your eyes? You're a cold hearted bitch.

Right now I knew they’re hungry but I want them to suffer for always eating my heart. I could hear the heart of all the people passing by me beating and calling for me to tamper with them, the beating sound calling me to rip it out and feed my demons, the sound changing the color of my pupil to a deep black. What was my purpose of finding my mate in this first place, I think I forgot. Is it not to get my mate and rid myself of this demons, I don’t think I want that anymore, the demons opened a new me, a badass powerful me, I don’t wanna get rid of them any longer.