Archdemon Demon Souls Novels & Stories

’ Kenji suddenly asks. ‘There are those that are created from the damned souls that live along the River Styx.’ I explain to Kenji. ‘When the Demon Realm is short on births and we are in need of more Demons, we pull damned souls from the fifth circle of Hell and change them into Demons.’ Kenji’s eyebrows disappear into his hairline at my words, not many people know the process of making new Demon underlings. ‘It’s a really fascinating process Kenji, you should come watch the next time we make more servants.’

But I knew none of it firsthand. He sounds like he does. “It is the arsehole of all of Ardae.” Mardichi said contemptuously. “Ran by the Demon Master that collects souls there. Twisting them into his demon spawn.” “You sound like you know this as more than legend.” Mardichi grunted bitterly. “Old bastard has been trying to recruit me for centuries.” “You?” My eyes rounded. “Why?” He tilted his head grudgingly and gestured to himself. “I am rather the embodiment of weak morals.”

"I am Asmodeus! Demon prince of Lust. The Archdemon of the Second Circle of Hell." Raphael shook his head again, this time wildly. "No. No! Aeshma!" His eyes glowed gold and his bright wings stretched widely in his back. He raised his great sword in front of us, pointing the tip to where my rotten heart hid. Since I am a demon now, I can easily be scarred by his Holy Sword. I felt threatened by the weapon, yes, but just a bit. I hissed at him. For an archangel, he sure does accept the change so fast.

The movement was so easy, so familiar, that it made my heart ache. “They crawled to one another, and swore their love would live on with their dying breaths. But they did not die that night – and they never would. “For the invaders had toyed with fate, and had cast free a demon, making a deal with it in order to secure their position on the continent. The demon was a wicked thing, shaped by evil hands into a being of curved claws and drooling fangs. And as Arcarius drew his final breath, the demon offered him a deal.

“Wow. Five hundred years trapped in hell, and this is what I get? Not a dark sorcerer, not a twisted warlord, nope. A lightweight who can’t hold his liquor.” I sighed, dusting myself off. “Great. Just great.” I nudged the guy with my boot. No reaction. He reeked of cheap alcohol and desperation. Fantastic. This was my ticket out of hell? A sloppy human who probably thought N*****x counted as ritual research I crouched down, peering at his unconscious face. “Hey, champ. You realize you just summoned a demon, right? Step one is usually staying awake.” Still nothing. I flopped back on the floor with a dramatic groan. “Unbelievable. I survive centuries of torture, brimstone, and eternal screamin

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

“Thanatos wolf Salem said he won’t let me go. I’m sorry, Dad. But you’ll have to give him one of my other sisters’ hands in marriage.” “You're right; another sister shouldn’t be a big deal. He only wanted you if you had your demon wolf. Hopefully, he’s okay to marry your other sister that doesn’t have one.” “Why on earth would Uncle Darwin want to marry a demon wolf?” “He said his first mate was a demon wolf, and she was killed. Demon wolves are rare to find in girls. Usually, only males have them. You were so young, and it was so long ago I honestly forgot about it.”

I'll just fart or something instead. I turn the faucet of hot water on the bathtub and throw in some bubble bath solution. While I wait for the bath to fill up, I strip off my shirt, vest, and pants, not to mention my boots, and step into the shower. Turning the faucet unleashes a spray of cold water on me, but it quickly heats up. The water runs through my hair and down my face and goes the rest of the way down my body. My wings that are wrapped around my torso relax and expand to their magnificent size. Being half angel and half demon automatically gives you wings too. But the wings aren't anything like the two. Angels have beautiful bird-like wings, like eagles and ospreys and hawks, whe

" I say in almost a whisper, feeling the room grow icy cold. A grin grew on his face as his eyes glowed a bright yellow. A demon, in this realm. It couldn't be possible, it can't be. But this was no ordinary demon. Regular demons had black eyes, he had yellow. He wasn't just an average demon. That was when it clicked in my head, like atoms combusting together. That name, 'Memphis' I knew it, I shuddered at the mere realization. "Go on." He urged me. He could tell I knew exactly what he was. "You are Memphis Morningstar, the spawn of the devil. The Archdemon. The king of the cross-road demons and the prince of hell." I say, watching as his grin grew wider.

“Is this something worth getting so pleased over? Youʼre no more than a sword spirit that belonged to the Waitara Path at the moment.” “Iʼm not a sword spirit. Iʼm a soul spirit,” the demonic James replied unhurriedly, “The soul spirit is required for the awakening of my Soremsia. In fact, it is the most crucial part of the awakening.” “Which soul spirit are you?” James asked. The demonic James responded, “You got it wrong. Thereʼs only one soul spirit, and we are practically indestructible. “You wonʼt be able to kill me. Only the Nine Caeloros Gods could do that if they exited the Xyrisia Gate and came after me themselves.