Berith Demon Novels & Stories

A volcano-like bout of black magic swirled beneath our feet and erupted, tossing us aside while shattering the cloak I whipped up earlier to hide myself and Malle…er…Erzelus. The pandemonium of satanic voices swirled up high in the sky, along with a whirl of powerful waves of black magic which rippled through the air, making it hard to breathe. The distorted, demonic voice spoke, sounding somewhat muffled as if it was coming from deep inside the grounds that cracked beneath our feet just a few seconds ago. I knew that voice. It was Nahevra. Her alter ego in the human realm is Lilith—Incarnate of malice, mother of all demons.

Guardians of the light as it was called, beings who protect the interests and happiness of their masters who called them. "There!" she said as she started to read the instructions, she had not even started when a particle of dust made her sneeze so hard, the page flipped without her knowing. With now slightly blurred vision and the hard to read book, Arianna strained to continue from where she thought she had stopped and read out loud. "To summon this powerful loyal being, a bridge between your would and it's own must be made. Draw a circle and a replica of the symbol you see below on a floor and when you have done that, come back for more instructions"

Then she began reciting a Latin formula which was translated as follows: "Lords of the Underground Black Angel, Samael, Bringer of death, the venom of God Lady of the succubus, oh divine Lilith, The first wife of Adam, Lucifer's bride. Hear the Call! Give us access To the caves of the Underground, Let us look for one of your creation! A succubus demon named Nadir..."

Pytho: Spirits of Lying - liars Belial: Vessels of Iniquity - inventors of evil things Asmodeus: Revengers of Wickedness Satan: Imitators of Miracles - evil witches and warlocks Merihem: Aerial Powers - purveyors of pestilence Abaddon: Furies - sowers of discord Astaroth: Calumniators - inquisitors and fraudulent accusers Mammon: Maligenii - tempters and ensnarers Born By Power applied the Aggrippa's Classifcation of Demons as most of the characters classified are already in the story as characters, while most are yet to come. Characters like; Leviathan Lucifer Beelzebub Asmodeus Azazel and further, are already implemented. King James Classification Of Demons

"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?"

,Lilith completed. "We? Who's this we?" "The two female devils, sin of gluttony and lust. Beelzebub and Plethora" Belphegor rolled his eyes annoyingly. He hated those women with everything he had. They were leeches, and he hated leeches. "Keep an eye on the girl",he said in a tone of finality. "That won't be so easy",Lilith said and shrugged elegantly. "The vampire lord has his eyes on her. And once he finds a way, he will strike"

Every nightmare. Apophis, god of chaos. Lilith, the original she-demon. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Whiro, god of darkness. Lamashtu, child-devouring Mesopotamian terror. Gods. Demons. Monsters. Twisted relics of faith. The sheer evil in this room chokes the air, and if we had lungs, I doubt we could breathe. Loviatar hasn’t told us why we’re here. Just that this “meeting” will help restore our strength. She promised vengeance. I believed her.

muttered Ifrit. Lilith suddenly burst into laughter as she pointed her index finger, which had the tip of her long and purple nail at him. "Pfff! Hahaha! You were named after your race!" chuckled Lilith. "Is there something wrong with this?" asked Chaos. "My lord, Ifrit is the name of this demon's race, Fire Demon Ifrit, but there are many Fire Demon Ifrit, it seems… So it would be like calling an Orc… Orc," said Belphegor.

He wheezed something, but it was too garbled to understand. "Tell me where my son is!" Liv demanded, wanting nothing more than to feel her own teeth sink into his throat. The broken warrior remained silent though he looked up at them. The one blue eye that could see glared at them. Birger kneeled across from Liv and met the glare. "You will die," he said in their tongue, his voice flat and without remorse. "Save yourself from an eternity in Hel and answer the woman. An infant should not suffer for your hate and bad decisions."

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.