Azathoth's Novels & Stories

Recalling back, I realize that not a single one of them has ever called the seventh prince by his name. “Are you the seventh demon prince? Are you Belphegor?” It was just a hunch on my part and I was hoping that it wasn’t true. The roar and shrieks of the lust zombies outside of Leviathan’s water orb are enough to make my ears ring, but at the time, I can only focus on Belphegor. I felt chills all over my body when neither Belphegor nor Leviathan responded. A loud boom rings from the ceiling.

The King Star has been one of the greatest achievements of the underworld after the Great Lycan, it was the most terrifying and insanely great thing to ever happen to a person and it came as a blessing or a curse to whoever possessed it. The King Star held great powers, powers that could match up to what the Great Lycan could do, it started as a thought, an imagination after the appearance of the First Great Lycan and after its death and futile efforts to bring forth another Great Lycan, it became a reality. A few of the Underworld rulers broke out to form an allyand experimented on their first male children with the fur and stolen blood they had gotten from the Lycan before its death. This

He smiled and hummed in amusement. "Fantastic!" Azatoth let out. Mazel and Grupath looked at him serene, their thoughts were alike but different from Azatoth who knew already what the stone was. "What is it Azatoth? Another demon?" Grupath asked him coldly. Azatoth looked at him while nodding negatively before dropping the icy stone "It's magic!" He answered looking around "Just magic but extremely lethal." He added. Mazel knew how assertive Azatoth sounded while concluding his words, it sounded more lethal than he imagined "How lethal!" He finally asked.

The heat of the Free Earth—unbound by lunar chains, won at the cost of my own skin—poured into the cosmic relic like molten lead. "You called this earth dung," I snarled inches from his violet slits, breathing clouds of incandescent sulfur into his frozen face. "This earth nurses kings. And this earth shall swallow you whole." I squeezed. Azael’s crystal core split in two with a dull crack that shook the entire peninsula.

And that too shamelessly. But it didn’t matter to him at all. Because they may see but they couldn’t have him. He belonged to Benjamin.. Benjamin looked at the stage where Noah was introducing himself and his generals.. "I am Noah Gabriel . You all can call me Noah. I am your head hazer for this year and these are my four generals. We will begin our activities for this year Sotus. Your name tags, shirts and schedules will be provided tomorrow at 6am sharp. Anyone late will be punished and I don’t give a damn if it’s a girl or a boy. In Engineering, we all are the same.

I laughed in disbelief. “ So like she got any powers?” He asked. “ Yeah, one of her powers..toxic kiss, her lips and skin, can secrete deadly Poison. A kiss of death.” I smirked. “ Well… Ivy, I'd die a happy man.” He looked at my lips and we laughed together. We settled back on the sofa for movie night, blankets, dim lights, rain still falling. Halfway through, my head started throbbing sharp and sudden, like someone had driven a spike behind my eyes.

His voice was smug. Lilith rolled her eyes, “Pride goes before a fall Sage.” “This is fact not pride darling. It's pure fact,” he smirked, “Can I return to my story now?” “Sure.” She scratched her nose, “No more interruptions this time.” “Yeah right.” Sage gave her a look that said he didn't believe a word she said. She sighed, it wasn't like she could help it. “Anyway, Azrathul spent the rest of his days in Goth roaming and training, preparing for his ascension.”

The candles burned black, and the stained-glass windows no longer merely reflected the moonlight; they seemed to leak it, as if the sky itself was bleeding into the room. The priestess stood at the altar's heart, arms lifted high. Her voice flowed through the chamber like smooth oil, weaving words that seemed to stretch into infinity, syllables older than any scripture. Giovanni watched from behind her. Dressed in a new suit as dark as obsidian, he wore a relic around his neck—a jagged, hollow medallion etched with the same spiral symbol found in the book of hollow. “How long until she breaks?” he asked. Though the priestess continued her chant, her voice shifted slightly, like a melody deep

Her twin-star eyes glow, and the Veil’s voice flows, a hymn of unity that fractures Zorath’s void. Zorath screams, their dark blade falling, their aura shifting—void softening to light, their black lunar mark fading to silver. “I… see,” they whisper, kneeling, their aura a spark of hope. The wraiths dissolve, rifts dimming, and the cathedral stabilizes, starlight blooming.

I couldn’t just sit here. I couldn’t hide while they fought for me. Shoving the door open, I stepped into the hallway, my breath catching in my throat. The house was eerily silent now, but outside—chaos. I moved to the door, gripping the frame as I looked out. Bodies. Everywhere. Some torn apart, others motionless in pools of blood. My stomach lurched. What the hell was happening? Then I saw him. Abaddon. He was in the center of the carnage, moving like a storm, like a force of nature. Faster than any man should be able to.