Arata Trinity Seven Demon Lord Novels & Stories

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

“Tell me. Which demon did you make the deal with?” His lips trembled. “A-Asmodeus. He was the… the go-to demon. He spoke for all seven.” Destiny stiffened. “Seven?” “Y-Yes. Marduk Kurios. Baphomet. Mephisto. Satannish. Beelzeboul. Olivier.” "You made a deal with seven demon lords?" Her voice was pure fire now. “I should destroy you where you kneel.”

There is no escape. He opens the door and when I see he's shirtless, my breath catches. - You know, I don't know how you can have the name of an angel when you're a demon- he whispers dangerously, getting closer and closer to me until he cornered me against the wall. He puts his two arms on either side of my body, and he looks me straight in the eyes, intimidating and explosive, like a time bomb. - You have the name of a demon, Azael- My breathing accelerates at dizzying speed due to the proximity of our lips.

He went back to his seat where his son was already sitting and pat his sons back with a wide smile. The third demon lord cleared his throat. “I too am happy that you are back with your family, lady Vastria. I am Lord Almas of Thorzan. Here is my daughter Arnenas Thorzan.” Arnenas stood up and gave Vastria a hug as she spoke. “It is a pleasure meeting you.” Vastria was taken aback from the random hug from a stranger, but she returned the hug. “It is nice meeting you as well lady Arnenas.” She smiled and looked between Vastria and Remus with a nod before returning to her chair.

She said, He frankly couldn't understand why she was agitated, he knew derora matched up to her, but being subject to heregas will of course, she locked derora up easily, unless that wasn't true?, "When she returns with the prince" he replied, "And then what?, what do you hold against her?" She said, The sky flashed with lightning; she really was angry. "Just the promise of power" he lied, She came closer, her dark grey eyes searching into his soul, "You're lying, what do you have in store?" She said, It was amazing how neigh omniscient the deities of aratia were, the one thing they could not mess with was the soul of a mortal. Of course they could prod and get impressions of it, but to know

"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

” I say. “Araya is what we call a Nephilim. She is the daughter of an angel and a demon.” Persephone explains. “We believe that the same warlock who placed Einyn on Draydon’s doorstep. I believe that the demon deals in the black market. He captures, holds, then sells rare immortal and supernatural beings.” Dimitri says.

“I saw Morgana and… something else. Someone else. A man, I think, but more like a force. Something very dark. They were arguing over your baby.” Arlo stiffens. “Arguing?” I nod. “Morgana wants her for herself. To use her as a host. And the other one, he wants her sacrificed. He wants her blood.” Hilda pales, her fingers gripping the edge of the table. “That makes sense. At least I can see the full picture now.” Arlo growls low in his throat, clearly feeling the urge to attack the invisible threat. Hilda meets my gaze. “I had a vision too. A name was burned into my mind and I think he’s a demon. Astaroth.” The word sends a chill through me, even though I don’t understand it.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

“That’s one part I didn’t tell you. Trinity is my wolf. And Amarok is her mate – she was sent by the Luna Goddess.” His eyes searched mine, looking for any sign that I was lying. When he didn’t find it, he exhaled a shaky breath. “So… we’re like… partners?” he asked, his voice still laced with disbelief. “Like you and Trinity?” “Yeah.” I nodded. “Exactly like that. And you’re not going mad, okay? This is real. It’s happening.”