Baphomet 5e Novels & Stories

"Ms. Carver, your soul must be quite delicious." All five of them released their energy at once. Waves of crushing pressure mixed with Padrack and Aevor's strange powers, and the air in the passageway turned thick and heavy in an instant. Homer lay slumped on the ground as he watched it all unfold. Worry showed on his face, but something else flickered deep in his eyes. Still, these five were really powerful. Yaphet alone was his equal, and now there were five peak-level arcane experts backing him up. Three of them were even leaders of virtuous factions.

Dhampirs could live well into the 300’s, longer even than some vampires thanks to their ability to wield the 4 elements, Earth, Wind, Fire and Air. Bethel moved to Seraphina’s side and began artistically plating the fruits Seraphina was delicately cutting. Bethel glanced at Seraphina and kissed her teeth “Our Master should really give you another dress, the fabric is barely clinging on! It is far too indecent for a young lady to wear! No wonder those pigs are constantly ogling you”, she ended with a tutt.

I was starstruck with the beautiful, tanned man kneeling in front of me that I was rendered speechless. “Hey, pookie bug. I am back!” Belphefor reappears back in my room in a puff of black smoke and hugs the replica of me without knowing that it wasn’t. “What’s the—-AHHHHH! A BUG! I HUGGED A BUG!” The demon prince of sloth cries out loud and joins Leviathan on the bed. He even snatched the blanket from him, like it was going to protect him from whatever danger he saw. Mammon, Leviathan, Belzeebub, and I all stare at the shaking bundle of Belphegor’s form shaking inside the blanket. I turn to Belzeebub and point at one of their brother.

Belphegor replies in a pained voice as he brought up a seat from the floor and sat on it with a monster coming up to him and serving a chalice filled with what seemed to be blood. “Oh my, but I’m not taunting you at all, I honestly would like to know what happened, were you able to find out if the rumors about a new team of scripture holders amongst the church were true” Mammon says as she stands from her throne of bones and begins to walk down the stairs to Belphegor, “Yes, they are true and this new team seem to be better trained and much more powerful than the previous one we faced” Belphegor replies as he begins to heal himself.

The walls became distant and transparent, as though the tower had been reduced to an afterthought. The tribunal chamber suddenly felt small. Bathala stood taller without moving. His presence filled the room. Filled memories. Filled the oldest, most hidden places where human arrogance tried to pretend it was safe. The Sombras did not drop to their knees. Their bodies simply could not remain upright. Hiraya made a wounded sound, half sob, half prayer, torn from her throat without consent. “I am Bathala,” he said; his voice did not echo. It resonated. It settled into bone and stayed there. “And your daughter has dislodged a hierarchy older than your lineage.”

You could have warned me that you had a Baslayer here,’ I complained. They were a subspecies of serpent-shifter. However, what made them different than typical serpent-shifters were that they were part demon as well. These were hybrids. This one was upwards of twenty feet and weighed more than I could even comprehend. ‘They have a soft spot at the back of their head. It’ll be denoted by a colorful oval. Either of our weapons will work. However, casting is out of the question because if they get their venom into you while you’re casting or cloaked then you’ll be permanently stuck in limbo. I’ll have my uncle clear everyone out of the way, and we can run up its body.’