Apotheosis Of A Demon Novels & Stories

I knew the system wouldn't give me such a thing if it didn't have any tricks in its sleeve. "All right, let's see." "Come on out!" "Arise!" "Form!" … After an hour. "Condense!" Suddenly, a word sprung into my head out of nowhere, and I murmured it unconsciously. "Demonize." A purple-black light abruptly fanned out and hovered over everything as the air behind me began to tremble like waves. A majestic entity that resembled a demon suddenly appeared behind me and drifted silently while appearing to be perched high above all living things.

Abruptly, they came to a stop in an open field, the sight before making them gasp loudly. "ACE!!" Stefan shrieked, zipping toward his mate, imprisoned with Xavier's fingers fastened tightly around his neck, the Gamma's feet barely touching the ground while his face slowly lost traces of blood but before he could get near, an invisible force struck him on the chest, making him soar against a tree that fell over. Xavier...no, that wasn't Xavier, this was the demon that had been trapped inside of him for so many years. Jett peered in horror at the lifeless bodies that surrounded the demon on the forest floor.

All at once, I began, eyes glowing red, hypnotizing the two of them, and began the story that'll change the fate of the world. Years, years ago, the world was in turmoil, man against man, the world in jeopardy. Three divine beings rose up from the ashes of the world in flames. Hell's first, Lucifer, second, The Destroyer, and a random force of nature, demon of wind and fire. The most erratic demon there is. A rogue demon. A demon that has no name, broke out of Hell's gate, a demon of destruction. Years to come, humans survived the dark age, grew, got to learn how to forgive mistakes, and the world was peaceful once more. But the uncontrollable demon of wind and fire, a demon of god status, w

In a malevolent transformation, the visage of the handsome vampire dissolved, giving way to a nightmarish manifestation of his true, demonic form. Silas engaged in a relentless battle with the elder vampires, sensed a surge of malevolence that transcended the battlefield's tumult. A shiver of dread crawled through his undead existence as he beheld the metamorphosis of Dylan into an ancient vampire, an embodiment of centuries-old malevolence. The once elegant figure is now twisted into a demonic entity, an incarnation of vampiric power at its zenith.

Samael walked on, Kedar walking beside him as he dragged Apophis on the floor. "Samael...please–" Apophis weakly coughed, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his hand holding onto the gaping hole in his side. "Shut up..." Samael glanced back at his new pet, a small glow making his eyes burn like a golden flame. The hall was dim and seemed to be coated with slithering darkness, the metallic stench filling both demons' noses as they moved. Cahtora smirked at Samael and his new prize that was wheezing softly as his wounds slowly healed. Kedar bounded forward, moving to the very back of the damp prison.

She cackled again, looking around at the demons. "It is, however, most unlucky that my stay in this world away from my home dimension has left me quite weak. Fifteen years in the wrong dimension will do weakening things to a Greater Demon like me. I've had to feed off the blood of puny little Mortals. I'm not the same Aosoth you used to cower in fear of. In order to be restored to my former glory, it is highly imperative for me to perform the Ritual of Infernal Transformation, and as you know, this ritual requires the blood of a spawn, the bones of a servant, and the flesh of my spouse " Aosoth paused and regarded the demons.

The mindscape shattered into a storm of blinding white light and roaring black fire. As Gideon held the demon pinned against the cracked, ash laden earth, I drove the full power of my open core forward. The golden-white tether latched onto the final, pulsating core of the demon’s seed, a shard of pure, calcified void crystal anchored deep within the mindscape. "You cannot contain the abyss, mortal girl" the demon shrieked, its shadowy form writhing violently beneath Gideon’s crushing grip. "It will burn your mind to cinders! It will turn your light to rot"

"Then you must know that there are demons who carry out the suffering of the people who are doomed there, yes?" "Yes," "Well-" Cleon steadied himself on the seat. "One of this demons, is called Aszres." Leonidas stared at him. "It sounds familiar. I think she mentioned him but I was barely able to pay attention. Who is he?" "He is from Tartarus. He is called the demon of despair here," Cleon replied. "He is the type that feeds on every single negative emotion and thoughts that you have, making you think that everyone around you hates and wishes you dead while you neglect other necessary needs for yourself. You would be too deep in fear and hate to go close to anyone or take care of yourself

Tsarayu could not even judge their cultivation level but he knew they were really strong, as they could fly at such high speeds. The person they were running towards was a man with blood-red irises, red hair, and a handsome demonic charm. It was the same person he had seen in his last dream, just that his golden irises had turned blood red now. In his last dream this guy looked like a handsome scholar, but this time this guy looked like he was bloodthirsty and very angry at something or someone. He slaughtered his way through the realm of Gods, killing every god he could find standing in his sight as if they were just obstructions. He continued moving forward towards the large palace at the

He stood at the entrance, ready to embark on his daring quest. As he approached the gates, the shapeless demons sensed his presence and began to materialize, their forms shifting and contorting in the darkness. Their eyes glowed with an eerie light, and their mouths twisted into wicked grins. Azazel knew that defeating these demons would not be an easy task, but he was prepared to face any challenge to reach his love Azrael.