Archdemon Demon Souls Novels & Stories

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

“Do you want the blood of eight people, fresh and warm?” Ak-kvir considered my words for a moment. “Yes.” “Get me to them, and I’ll grant you their bodies and their blood.” “What about their souls?” “I can always summon another,” I hinted. The demon growled, clearly unhappy. “I will get you there, all r-r-right. Bodies and blood are mine?” “Yes. A necromancer’s word.” “Climb up.” I laughed at his inanity. “Should I take a whip? An oath, you beast!”

As claws and teeth shattered the skin, the battle lasted until the souls around began to notice their presence. These souls were unable to resist the scent of demons, so one by one, they turned toward them. Bettra and Sanloth were still immersed in their battle for the sword, unaware of the thousands of souls surrounding them. Bettra is shocked, as Sanloth is ripped from her grasp. She turns to see what has happened, and to her horror, she sees a tide of souls ripping through her inert body and dragging her into the depths of eternal despair. Watching the fate of her adversary in terror, the petrified demon did not know that her own would follow the same path. A horde of souls was tearing at

After all, recklessly cultivating a demonic technique could easily lead to a catastrophic backlash. "The Devouring Sky Demon Art consists of seven levels." A short while later, Chase opened his eyes, his mind now filled with the technique's secrets. "The first level allows the user to consume souls, turning them into puppets. The second extracts life essence, accelerating recovery from injuries. The third absorbs blood and marrow, refining the physical body. The fourth devours spiritual consciousness, allowing one to seize another's body…" It was an art designed purely for domination—stealing the vitality of others to forge demonic servants.

There was no other demon lord that owned a very sensual flame but the Demon Lord Asmodues the Lustful! “Faster, girl!” Sylvia’s ears twitched once more upon sensing the lustful demon lord’s movement. Her throat parched from dread. The halfling screamed at the back of her restless mind. ‘Once the Demon Lord Asmodeus the Lustful interferes with the talk between Apollo Sky and his father, shit will go down! There is a clear rift between the arch angels and demon lords right now ever since the death of the headmaster who is always the neutral ground of the two races!’

it finally manages to say, once its manic giggles finally died down to be coherent, lips pulled into an eerily wide grin, “…oh, but what could you possibly offer me, daughter of Hades?” Proserpina raises an eyebrow, “How about a soul?” That’s what demons want, right? The chains that were wrapped around its body continue to rattle at the intensity of its laughter, “Which soul? Which one?” it sneers, baring its teeth as its eyes of red flashed dangerously amidst the darkness, “That battered excuse of a soul you truly have or the other god’s?” Proserpina wasn’t impressed. “I wasn’t talking about mine, demon.”

Relief washed through me as I shook my head. "No. What we believe about demons are wrong. They are called Daemons and they do not have the power to take souls," I explained. "They need a spell from a Sorceress to do that. But a Sorceress needs the amplifying power of a Daemon to take souls on such a mass scale. So, they used this symbiotic relationship to bring on this huge curse. Disguised as a sickness, it caused people to turn into a zombie like creature. Once that was done, they twisted the hunger into a soul feeding machine. Now they won't stop until all the souls are gone." I turned to Cynthia feeling the pain that she must be feeling knowing what had happened to her children.

That attack had been his last chance to end the demon … but he failed. Dethnar let out a wicked laugh, totally not minding the dark blood spurting out of his sliced arm. “You are pretty clever for a young man … but this is where it ends. After I kill you … I shall have your friends next … feast on their flesh and have a toast on their human blood. Oh … but my guess is … they’re already dead fighting my army … the Undead never ends, young man. The more people die, the stronger our numbers shall become.” “I …” Arth winced as he recovered unto his feet. “I made a promise … to them …” he said, glaring at the demon. “No matter what happens … I will come back alive!”

the demon ended arrogantly in the name of Bael, the old bone, full of delusions that he could restrain Satan. Satan didn’t say a word, only his blow landed on the demon’s head, crushing one of his sides, but not enough to kill him. The demon was forced to try to use his power as quickly as possible. He knew that Bael had taken away Satan’s power and that his power would not work in this realm, but he realized that if Satan’s blow struck him again, he would be finished.

Using the carrot formation, they were able to keep the peacock still. After that, she urgently called for Dorothy and Esmeralda, sending out a mental lock into the peacock together in hopes of trying to get the demonic god out. “Argh-” “You bunch of weaklings, you have no idea who you’re dealing with. How dare you try to take my soul? You’re pushing your luck.” “Looks like I’ll just have to take all your souls to myself!” The demonic god attacked, using the Peacock Heavenly King’s energy to grab Agatha and the others’ souls.