Balor Demons Novels & Stories

Balbazor was at lost of words and screamed more as his skin slowly melted from the sudden fire that took over his entire body. This man isn’t a human! He is also a demon! Who would enjoy torturing with such a smile if he is a human? And how come he could planned such a wretched idea just to make sure he would burn his entire life?! Gallahan’s eyes glittered like a child. His fair skin turned red when he spread his lips and cheeks into a wide energetic smile, “Finally,” Gallahan whispered, “Finally I can kill you.” “This isn’t enough to kill me,” responded Balbazor. As the fire had touched some of the tentacles, to their bad news they had suddenly loosened their tight hold on the ancient demo

"So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?" I shook my head, but Martha didn't let me answer, interrupting me. "Don't play games with the child, ye demon." "If he summoned me, he's not a child anymore, he's a necromancer," the demon's logic made sense. "You may call me Argadon, boy." "I'm Alex. Alexander Leonard Radenor. "Radenor... Is it a country in this world?" "Yes," I said. "Shouldn't you know this?"