Arata Trinity Seven Demon Lord Novels & Stories

is undeniably a demon. The woman have this blue eyes, looking at the demon with pure love and affection. Mara trembled in fear the moment she saw the sign on the demon's forehead. The sign of wrath. The demon is one of the seven rulers of hell. Fucking hell?! A grim reaper fell in love with wrath? Wrath... also known as Satan. "What are we gonna name our child?" The woman asked lovingly. The demon smiled and caressed the woman's stomach. "What do you want to name her, my love?"

And he did so. “Aralyn, I will take off your handcuffs now to enable you to eat. Trust is a two-way road. Can I trust you?“. I nodded my head, and he did as promised. I sat upright and finished the meal with lord-knows-what-kind of the demon in silence. The silence was pleasant, unlike the plans that unfolded in my head. I almost felt sorry for demon-doctor-shaman-healer whatsoever, guy. Speaking of which, why do all of them look so hot, goddammit? Shouldn’t demons look like humpbacks with ulcers and horns and, I don’t know, that kind of crap? Apart from their shitty personalities, all of them were well-built and muscled with faces like they were deities and not evil-to-the-core-demons. This

Alpha Torin sat back on his high-backed chair, hands on the armrest. He was dressed in a long black oversized cloak, his jet black half-length hair framing his gorgeous surreal look. With a glance at him, anyone would know he’s demonic at heart. His cold golden eyes swept over the gathering of his pack members. Beside him, Caleb sat. And on the other side, draped in a sleek silver fitted jumpsuit, with a long cloak that matched the colors of her white hair and hazel eyes was Luna Athena, with her big black cat nestled in her hand.

Voices suddenly echoed from every direction. Heavy, deep, and simultaneous. “To sit on this throne, you must become more than human, but not become a God.” Rayden looked around. From the fire mist that circled the throne, seven figures slowly emerged. They were tall, clad in war robes, but faceless—only fire behind their helms. The Seven War Arcs, the final guardians of the Third Heaven. Rayden stood firm. “You want to test me again?”

Looking down at Atlas, Faelon watched him lift his head and look strangely at him. "Why is that asshole's name on your face?" He questioned condescendingly. Furrowing his brow, Faelon lifted his fingers to his face and asked him where and who. Carefully laying the children down, Atlas got up and went toward Faelon. "Salis's name is on your right cheek and Taran's is on your left, Atlas told him quietly. Gritting his teeth, Faelon frowned. "I made a deal with the Archangels to eradicate the demons that were earthbound but the hands of Lucifer are in hell where I am forbidden to go. I don't know what they are thinking," he said sullenly. Laughing lightly, Atlas side-eyed him.

If Tantario were to face the ghostly armor now, he would beg for death. But this won’t help Ira. Tristan looked out the open window. The Chosen One has always strived for kindness and justice. He became a dark demon, poisoning the lives of those around him with his selfish actions. There is no forgiveness for him, there is no more place in this world. Approaching the desk, Tristan wrote a short order to provide Ira with everything she demanded. Having signed and affixed the seal of Lord Tantario, the young man turned to the bed.

“Knowing how much in heaven and earth? It’s not even a fraction of mine.” Arista tried to suppress the urge to scoff. She feared that the big demon would cause trouble for her master, so she reluctantly followed: “Yes, Alpha Levi is the most formidable.” But Arista knew, before she found a body, the big demon would think of ways to kill her. In the misty surroundings, sitting for a while, Arista no longer cared, the water’s surface rippling so she couldn’t see anything underneath. Feeling bored, Arista started playing with the water.

Lyon, knowing how the story goes in normal books, seems to blissfully listen as the professor explains the knowledge he has. According to the books taught in school, there was once a human who threw his humanity away to make a deal with the devil. The deal was that the human would be capable of using magic but in exchange he was tasked to collect 5000 pure souls, the human obliged with the devils request. He was then later known to be the Demon Lord Abaddon, who laid waste on those who stood against him. The story in the normal academic textbooks about the History of Magic was contradicting every paragraph as to why professors tend to bend the story a little to their amusement.

asked Alexander curiously. "Prince Arthur was born in the celestial trinity world in a different time. He is the only warrior with the rare 13th zodiac sign named Ophiuchus. That's why the celestial spirit king grants him magic that can revive ancient creatures or being!" explained Leomord. "Prince Arthur is our trump card in any battle and he's yet to unleash his hidden powers!" A giant demon with horns, forked tails, black wings, and long claws descended from the moon.

"I don't remember my real name or who I truly was a few thousand years ago but my minions call me Shedu, Asmodeus, Lucifer, Satan, Samael, Hades, and many more but I don't feel like I'm any of them. I am the Prince of the 7th Circle of Infierno, Ruler of 3 races of Demons living in the Seventh and I'm finally free from that shit hole from which I've been imprisoned for a long long time thanks to your spell. All I needed to do was hitchhike on it and then now I'm finally free." OH No, No, No, NO! This can't be happening! This wasn't supposed to happen. Of all the things in the universe she could call fort, why had she summoned the most forbidden of all familiars in the whole magical world? It