Asmodeus Helltaker Novels & Stories

I did not have a choice but to grit my teeth and just hope for the best. These demons are killing me! All for a different reason. “Hello!” Asmodeus waves at them in a friendly manner. He walks up to them as if they were long time friends. “How’s it going?” “Who are you?” As expecting, both my brother and Archer straighten up upon spotting a stranger headed towards them.

I was beheaded and my body was thrown on the street for dogs to eat. Then I was reborn again as an orphan but I struggled and became the leader of the bloodiest demonic sect , I was a tyrant who created a sea of blood, a literal sea of blood that my sect members thought I was too much of a tyrant and collided with other sects to dethrone me, at the end i was drowned in my sea of blood. Then the head of a terrorist group... A mafia head... Then the number one assassin on earth... Everything ended badly.

I make a self-satisfied face and brush my hair off my shoulders with one hand. I see Azael with a pool stick in hand, walking towards me, with his particular torn black jeans, a white T-shirt that makes his tattoos show through, and a leather jacket. I approach him, pissed off, shortening the space between us, and several of his friends who look similar to him, look me up and down with mischievous smiles.

Asmodeus is the younger brother of Lucifer or now called Rail. And now, he was standing in front of Ardina. His have a handsome face for a moment made Ardina's heart flutter. The creature from one of the highest caste demons in hell had made him froze and also embarrassed. Ardina never had a dream, so she didn't know that today and had to meet her very suddenly when the angel of death was about to take her to the afterlife.

Tina screamed and struggled, but the demon's strength was far superior to hers. "Tina!" Haneul blasted through the door of the mansion and the demon's grip loosened. Tina took it as a chance to knee it in the gut. She punched in the face, just as her training taught her. She turned towards Haneul in haste. But something was wrong. It wasn't Haneul who was standing by the door anymore. Instead, a tall lanky Black man with a menacing grin took his place. As he stepped nearer and nearer toward Tina, his fingers seemed to melt and transformed into sharp claws. "Hello, Christina. I am Asmodeus, Prince of Hell. Do you have coffee in this house? I'm craving for some."

His eyes were as red as blood and he kept gritting his teeth in the small room where Asmodeus kept chanting some words. Asmodeus was wearing a long black cloak with black gloves, her hair packed in a black hat. Her face was covered in black makeup. Black eyeliner, black lip gloss, and she even dyed her hair. "Skorios! Beasta nami'an seriosa kelith a krahgh. Tellimenta kathri grugriensos guthrie sos manio pellebrato, alolan akolab bingisosa. Oh ye spirit of power. Oh ye spirit of might. Oh ye spirit of strength. Behold your host and make it your abode. Take him in as your own and forsake him not. Thou doth hold a lot captive. Souls, spirit, powers and all. Shall this be made difficult?" She k

"So many times, we tried to prove we could be civilized, that we aren't monsters, but again and again you Thompsons have come and destroyed what we work for, poking us until we break." "I can be a monster." He bared his fangs threateningly, moving close to my neck until I could feel his breath inches away. His voice dropped to a whisper, " Now that I've finally found one Thompson, I can destroy all of you. I could take your body as mine to drain and pick apart to pieces. Or perhaps…" His lips curled into a sly smile, "....mine to fuck until you're nothing more than broken leftovers." He moved away, eyeing my body darkly from my toes to my terrified face.

"They were like a different species, totally different from us. Only that they were too naive and knew nothing about violence." "It must have been a heaven." Sandra nodded, her next word interrupted by Jeff's whisper. "There's one of the Killer mummies heading over." "Do you think they heard us?" Wei asked. "No." Jeff stayed fix in his position. "This one is different. It feels as if he is looking back at me." "What do you—" Salvador was about to head over when Jeff jumped aside, blood gushing out of his right shoulder from where he was hit. "Fuck."

Quick to spot the points that most people would miss. Kate, 37 years old. Dressed in an oversized black hoodie and navy blue ripped jeans. Her specialty lies in technology. A white-hat hacker with impressive hacking skills. Stefan, 39 years old. Dressed in a casual white t-shirt and a sky blue shirt on top and black jeans. Also, has a unique watch on his right wrist. He is Mr. Anderson's old disciple who has cracked many important and difficult cases with him. And last but not least Mr. Gray, the same age as Mr. Anderson, 44 years old. Dressed in a black suit. He always wears formal attire. His biggest rival and friend. He and Mr. Anderson were rivals since his first day here.

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.