Aphmau My Inner Demons Novels & Stories

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.

Don't leave them and keep feeling ashamed. I want you to be proud of yourself, your act, what you do and everything. What demons can I think of? The ones I normally encounter in people are habits which has eaten deep to the fabric of their souls that they become blinded without knowing that those things are still demons. Like... pornography, masturbation... That's the common one and it obstructs internal happiness though some people don't know. Smiling when you wake up even becomes difficult. Sleeping with a peace of mind even becomes harder. Dreaming while asleep and seeing demons even makes it worse. It's when the internal spirit has liberation that inspiration is born.

I bit my lip until I tasted iron. "You are broken," I told myself. "You are just a broken doll." I rubbed my clit. It was a desperate violent motion. I needed to exorcise the demon in my blood. I needed to release the pressure so I could stand up and fight. I slipped two fingers inside. I was so tight. My inner muscles clamped down on my fingers like a vice. I pumped my hand. In and out. The sound of my wetness was loud in the stairwell.

Inwardly, I ran my fingers through my stubbles that I had forgotten to get rid of. I had demons. Those demons provoked me in a silent whisper. The demons of my past, my traumas and scars. The demons of my present- my PPD. I had voices, I had hallucinations. I could feel things that weren't there, but, I was happy. Those demons were a part of me, they made me feel more in control. They taunted me, for them being right every time and me being wrong every time. They urged me to control, to possess. They were my pets, they were my strengths. I fed on their satisfaction.

They stepped forward, ready to confront their inner demons. As they entered the realm of trials, Amelia confronted a vision of her deepest fears, embodied in the form of a monstrous wolf. Her heart pounded in her chest as she summoned all her strength, remembering the love and sacrifice that brought her here. With a surge of elemental power, she faced her fears head-on, banishing the monstrous vision and emerging stronger.

Leo said while slightly hissing at the end as he roughly ruffled his hair in frustration. “Yeah. Why did you even do that? Even when I told you to stop.” He flinched as he heard someone say in an echoing low voice that but he could not see who it was and was looking around to find him. “Stop it, Leo, you’ll never find me no matter how much you try. Idiot.” ‘There it goes again. Who was that?’ He thought after he heard it again. “I’m your inner wolf, idiot. My name is –”

Damascus jumped on his motorcycle and tried to outrun the voice, but it was as if the person was inside of his helmet as well. "You destroy everything you touch. It is better to be alone," the raspy voice came again. "Shut up!" Damascus yelled. He drove his motorcycle through the fog within his own mind. Trying to outrun his inner demon. The one who had raised him and abused him. His father. "I feel sorry for the young girl. She has no idea how rotten to the core you actually are," his father's voice taunted him. Voicing Damascus's own earlier worries.

My inner demon is the sadistic one. He's a part of me now so in order to fulfil his needs, I need to do these things for him. If I don't, he will actually burn the entire city to the ground and feed on every single dead person in sight until he's well fed. Trust me, it's that bad. I heard the sound of a door slamming open in the living room and I took that as my sign to leave. Closing my eyes, it took me a few seconds to teleport back to my house before

I demanded. The figure slowly turned. Its face. My face. A mirror image. "Your greatest fear," Amara whispered. My mind reeled as I stared at my duplicate. "Who are you?" I repeated. The doppelganger's voice echoed mine. "I am the shadow you've denied," it said. "Your darkest self." Amara stepped forward. "This is the trial," she explained. "Face your inner demons." The doppelganger began to change. Its face contorted, reflecting my deepest fears.