Apotheosis Of A Demon Novels & Stories

My shoulders tensed involuntarily. The stone walls of the tower seemed to close in, suffocating me. My breath felt short with panic. No matter how deep I tried to gulp the air down, my chest tightened as if an iron weight had settled on my lungs. “SATOR,” the demon chanted, its voice echoing from nowhere and everywhere at once. “You shall reap what I sow for you. I am Tethys AREPOS, your owner. TENET, I hold you as my own. OPERA, you shall do my deeds and work. ROTAS, until the wheels have turned three times.”

I crashed to the ground and rolled until I collided with a tree bark. “Ugh!” I moaned. My face felt warm as blood trickled down my face. The ground trembled as I felt her advance on me again. Was this how it would end? Mama Owen’s potion mixing for demon banishment would be futile at this point. I struggled to remember the spell from my mother’s spell book. Demon-Sam picked me up again and licked her lips. Her fangs drew longer as the veins on her face grew bluish-purple. “Apage daemon. Ad infernum reverteris,” I sputtered and weakly grabbed her hands.

He stood upon a mountain of corpses holding the decapitated head of one of the enemy generals gazing upon it reveling in the horror he unleashed with a sadistic smile but his main course is yet to come. Apex crushed the general’s skull as he stood from his deathly throne to see a giant demon with four arms, red leathery skin, massive goat-like horns, and emerald eyes as the demon held two massive battle axes. The beast immediately noticed his armor was nothing short of disgusting as he wore the captured elven women as a form of living armor and some of them were cursed to become a part of his weapon. Before he could strike, The Demon applauded Apex’s abilities as a warrior and a fellow berse

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

“Manolya…why doesn’t she die? Why can’t we kill it?.” My stomach dropped. We exchanged a look. Fear passed between us without words. “What is it?” Pelin whispered. “I think,” I said slowly, “it’s a demon.” Then the statue began to change. Stone cracked and folded inward, marble peeling away like a shell. The many breasts receded, shrinking until only two remained. The excess stone reformed. What stood before us was no longer a goddess carved from stone, a false embodiment of Artemis dressed in armour. A warrior.

Partheos howled as the limb exploded. “So you’re the one…” Partheos snarled. “The Smiter… a boy?” Scott gritted his teeth. “Yeah—and I’m the one who’s sending your ugly ass back to Hell!” Partheos launched again in a tidal wave of sand. Scott raised the sword, forming a shield of holy flame. The demon’s blast hit it—and turned to glass on impact. A beam of white light surged outward, consuming Partheos. He froze mid-roar, transformed into a glass statue.

Only his father could do that. Apollo Sky drew a deep breath, not believing that such time would come when he would protect a damn demon from his kin. Blowing a blue-colored gush of wind to where the demon prince was kneeling, a translucent celestial energy covered the demon prince’s body like second skin. On cue, the dark blue celestial aura that had whipped Damon the Prideful started to repel from the latter’s body – recognizing the faintest blue-colored aura from the apprentice angel.

However, Josiah managed to steady himself. Following closely, the apprentices Josiah brought with him jumped into the air one after another with the Demon's Box and formed into a formation. Just when Adrian was wondering what they were doing, Josiah roared and crushed all of them into powder. The apprentices let out a wail as they turned into a mist of blood. However, instead of dispersing in the air, the blood mist was absorbed by the Demon's Box. Josiah had brought around thirty apprentices with him, and all their life force was absorbed by the Demon's Box. Instantly, the Demon's Box glowed with a menacing blood-red light. "Hahaha! The blood sacrifice is done! Demon's Box, kill them all fo

demon:- I can not see sad people if other are sad, and I can not live suffocating for other happiness, so I prioritise what is good for me and my people, even if it means killing someone fraud someone, and even if mean to say silence or get suffered, I do anything good or bad, for me, not for god, not to show someone, not for making a good image in front of me, I do what is good for me and my people. name:- At first I think like that, but then when he took everything, I began to think it was because of my past karma so I suffered for god, no I want to have a good image in front of god, that was my mistake. demon:- if we work for others or god then where are we in it, then we nothing but hypo