Asmodeus Helltaker Novels & Stories

He shook his head as if to try to physically knock the unwelcome thoughts out of his brain. Gathering his emotions more tightly under control, he squared his shoulders and stood tall, pointing an accusing finger at the dark-haired witch. "You will not destroy me! I am Brandur of Clan Sköll, known as The Destroyer for a reason!" The woman sighed heavily, and he thought he saw her roll her eyes. "Freya help me," Astrid murmured, raising her hands in a supplicating gesture toward the skies. "Once again, Brandur of Clan Sköll, I am not here to harm you. You are far too important for that."

Sage Bernadette exclaimed, eyes filled with horror as she stared at the creature Alphonse had become. Julian laughed loudly, joining the pair. His laughter sounded deep and throaty, and he didn't have his usual toothy grin and casual demeanor which always grated on my nerves. He seemed more menacing, evil, with a dark energy shrouded around him. "Surprised? Well let me introduce myself," his voice echoed through the Colosseum as he quickly shifted into what seemed like a huge bat with a human head. At that moment, I was glad Canary had eloped with Tyra. "I am Asmodeus, both Iblis and I, hail from the fiery pits of Gehenna. The deepest bowels of hell."

Some say he should be the vampire king and claim his place as master and leader of the vampire realm but his ruthless and animalistic nature can only be tamed or controlled by the alpha that dragged him from the underworld…Asmodeus Hayes. …… Asmodeus Hayes, Hellhound Alpha of the black venom pack which is a pack of werewolves, witches ,vampires and some demons. (A hellhound is a type of demon or hybrid beast that’s a werewolf lycanthrope and demon fueled by pure black magic ,evil and darkness )

“You're the demon of lust. How can I trust you?” I challenge. Asmodeus laughs. “What? Afraid I'll light your passion afire for our dear Samael? I would never do that, crown jewel. Your will is your own, and Samael would abhor me for manipulating you. He wants to win you for himself, without outside interference.” Asmodeus strokes his chin in contemplation. “Also, I don't just preside over lust, Janet - I'm a businessman,” he adds as an afterthought. “I run Hell's casinos and gambling houses and bars and bordellos, you know. Demons are more than the classifications mortals arbitrarily assign us. You would know that if you made any effort to socialize with us. Even just a trifle of trying to b

A faint scent hung in the air around him, an intoxicating blend of smoke and something sweetly floral, masking the unmistakable undertone of sulfur. Even in this guise, there were traces of his true nature. His shadow flickered and writhed like flames in a phantom wind, moving independently of the torchlight. His fingers, long and graceful, ended in claw-like nails that gleamed faintly in the darkness. The room seemed to bend around him, as though the very air was subject to his will. The prince of hell. Asmodeus. And then he spoke. “Who dares to summon me?” His voice rolled through the chamber like thunder, deep and resonant, a sound that sent shivers racing down my spine. It was a command,

“Or… maybe you recognize me. Maybe you remember the way you felt back in my hotel room… when there weren't any masks between us.” Barbara’s breath caught, but she forced her face to stay still… her split personalities, the professional assassin, fighting the woman who wanted to push him right down onto the marble and ride the fuck out of him till she was writhing in ecstasy, the people gathered around them be damned. “Why do you seem hellbent on making me into someone I’m not?” Barbie could feel a bit of irritation building. She didn’t know if it was towards him or herself. “Instinct,” he said, spinning her into a slow, dizzying circle. “I tend to have a very good one… especially about dange

With eyes closed, she asked the help of the One that could only help her. “HOW LONG DO we have to climb in this hellhole, bastard leader?” Satan the Angry grunted for the nth time already, his face an inch distance to Asmodeus the Lecher’s ass. They were inside a chimney-like passage after following Asmodeus’s plan after he claimed that he quite remembered the way out since he was a professor. Keyword was the ‘quite’. It turned out that the demon lord of Lecher Territory was indeed a professor, but not the kind of professor who would engage with the Nether World’s imperial palace’s palace layout.

I pant through the sounds he’s wrenching with every scrap of will that’s been trying to fight him. “Keep talking back, Kitten....” It’s an even deeper hiss against my other ear as his masterful long fingers clench my hair. Positioning my neck for him to suck and nip a spot I didn’t know existed. The hold on my throat is released for his fingers to slide past my racking chest and into the band of my pants. “I really am going to stuff those naughty little lips instead of this sopping wet mess begging me to fuck it.” Asmodeus’ words are a breath from my lips.

Just as I just wanted to give up, that’s when the candles started to flicker, and the room became hard for me to see until I was no longer alone. There was a guy to be taller then six feet, wearing black pants, a white button t-shirt, but he also had large black wings like a dove, and when he turned to face me that I realize he was the guy form the Museum. (Asmodeus POV) The last thing I remember was getting home from the company and getting ready to relax when I felt the pull. I then realize I was no longer in my penthouse, but in a small room like place that I’m not sure how I got here. I turn to see that girl that was at the Museum from the other day, and that’s when I realized that she s

Said Master Trinity who returned to continue his story again. "Next is the sixth ruler Asmodeus. He is from the Jinn with a human body having 3 heads, namely the head of a human bull and a sheep. He is always with his Spiritual Beast the Hell Wolf and his kingdom is surrounded by embers of fire." Master Trinity said again to continue his story.