Bathin Demon Novels & Stories

His purple eyes and silver haired seemed to have made him appear more like a demon than Balbazor upon the question that the demon asked. “It’s not any normal oil indeed, it’s a special fluid made up from dead demons that I have experimented. You know how a demon’s blood can burn human when they curse them to death. I heard they can also burn demons for eternity. The more anger and hatred brew in the demon’s heart before they died, their blood would burn the ones near them even stronger. So I collected all those blood from all your fellow kinds, torture them until they curse me to die, and have you feel for yourself the pain of being roasted by your own kind’s fluid.” “You did what—” Balbazor

That very power source gloated in a ball of light on the other side of the barrier. "You can't, Syd, can you?" Batsheva goaded me. "Your demon is tied to your father and he can't defend himself, either. It's over and you know it." She focused her drawing on me. I staggered as she starting pulling my power away. I reached out with my demon. We sliced a thin hole in the circle and managed to get to her. I pulled myself up straight and hit her with everything I had, driving the demon into her.

He found that his head was empty, there was no reasonable lie that he could use to convince her she did not see what she had clearly seen. "I ask you again. WHAT ARE YOU?" The emphasis on the question caused him to leer up at her. She wanted the truth? Fine then! He would give her the fucking truth. "I am a demon." He blurted out through gritted teeth. The shrill scream that echoed in his ears was exactly what he had expected, and he could not say she was dramatic, he did not have the right. As she plastered her back on the wall, he moved closer to her and started to speak. He had to find a way to calm her down, because she seemed to be spiraling.

She would see them destroyed, not just sent back to the Nether, but vaporized out of existence. Baltabek rolled to his hands and knees, his muscles taut as he fought against her attack. Laci panicked as she watched him force himself to his feet. She continued her assault, doing her best to keep his legs knocked out from under him, but it did no good. Baltabek soon stood to his feet, his arms stretched out at his sides, his hands clenched in fists of anger as he glared at her with his blood-red eyes. The other demons strove to follow his example, their bodies twisting under her onslaught. Soon, they all stood, their anger now focused on her. As one, they shot their arms out in front of them,

“Come ou-“ before I could finish what was going to say his hands grip my hair and tilts my head so we’re face to face. Fuck. I reach my hands up as I simultaneously released a burst of power outwards. Demon powers are only at full strength in the underworld but up here it’s barely even a whisper. But the force that slammed into me and cancelled out my powers told me this Demon was on another level. He was one of the higher station hunters. “Now try not to struggle and let’s just go.” His voice was deep and low like if he was bored and I was an announce. I stay silent, shaking with rage.

I asked. The demon nodded and approached the border of the pentagram. "With your mother..." he said, his eyes ice-blue, cold, mocking. "That blonde girl?" he looked at Martha. "Yes. I was a bit too much for her in my true form." "Motes of Darkness probably didn't help either," I agreed. The demon smiled at me again. "So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?"

She cackled again, looking around at the demons. "It is, however, most unlucky that my stay in this world away from my home dimension has left me quite weak. Fifteen years in the wrong dimension will do weakening things to a Greater Demon like me. I've had to feed off the blood of puny little Mortals. I'm not the same Aosoth you used to cower in fear of. In order to be restored to my former glory, it is highly imperative for me to perform the Ritual of Infernal Transformation, and as you know, this ritual requires the blood of a spawn, the bones of a servant, and the flesh of my spouse " Aosoth paused and regarded the demons.

Bathal’s eyes went wide, widening the span of his area dominance. “Get out of my Kingdom, Demon!” Bathal hissed, in a snap of a finger — he was able to turn into the beast of Black and white. “And take that Witch with you. Kill her if you will. Torture her… but if you harm my son, I’m ready to journey thousands of miles just to bite your head off!” Luntian on the other hand glanced at the woman tied with chains. Ursula was bound not only to the wooden chair, but to the demons she made a deal with as well. Her sister, Ursula had such a dead and blank look on her eyes.

He went to a cell and carried the silver-eyed demon into it before setting her on the ground and chained her to the wall. He stood and removed his sleeping spell on her before leaving the cell, shutting the cell door and heading up. As he started up the stairs he heard a groan and knew it was the silver-eyed demon. He left the dungeon and ordered a servant to get him a bath ready and to stoke a fire in his room, for after he got out of the bath. He stretches out thinking. Before heading to bathe after being told his bath was ready. He entered the bathroom and stripped before getting in the wooden bathtub and took a deep breath relaxing in the warm water up to his shoulders.

“But it might be a good idea to cleanse it, before you go using it.” “How?” “Bathe it in sulfur, ash and a few drops of demon water.” Serenity’s eyes went wide, and she stared at him. “I’m sorry, did you say—” “Demon water? Yeah. It’s like Holy water… but not. It’s been cursed by one of our generals.” “Oh… okay.” Thorne’s hands lifted and her gaze moved to him. “Serenity, for everything the angels have, we have an opposite.” “So… you have anti-Skin Writers?