Butterfly Demon Novels & Stories

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

His voice was deep and calm, yet there was something in it that Clairra finds alarming. “I asked, who are you not why you were here, demon!” The demon laughed mockingly and jumped down but remained in the shadow of the big tree. “Then I shall call you, human,” he says while stepping into the light. He had such human features that Clairra could not help her eyes widening. Demons can take any form but why is this one so human? Even his eyes weren’t red! He has marble electric blue eyes. Where did the crimson go? “Show me your true form!” She demanded.

Although it was very loud, Marlin was not shocked at all as she had expected this. “How long have you noticed?” Marlin asked the demon sitting on the floor. She dispelled her concealing spells and showed herself in front of the demon. “Since the moment you entered Britney’s mind.” The demon answered. The demon had horns so huge that they were bigger than his head and curled twice. His eyes were glowing yellow and his body was dark violet with mysterious markings all over. Nearby, Marlin could see rotting corpses and skeletons of various races. Perhaps Marlin was used to the smell, but it did not smell as bad as it looked.

At this time, she looked indescribably strange and evil. "It's an Illusory Demon Bug! This guy is an Illusory Demon Bug!" Some disciples finally reacted. Even the disciples who had protected the Illusory Demon Bug trembled and scrambled to one side, with undisguised horror and timidness in their eyes. "It's really this disgusting thing!" Looking at the Illusory Demon Bug, Zephyr Khan's heart skipped a beat. The Illusory Demon Bug was an ancient creature. Its body was a palm-sized worm. Although it was small, it could create illusions.

Bloodstains on his body indicated the source of the blood used in the magic circle on the floor. In front of the altar lay the bodies of two young girls and three maids. From their state of death, it was obvious that they had been used in an evil sacrifice, commonly known as a blood sacrifice. Standing next to the altar was the creature that had used the 'spider web technique' to attack Christine and the others, a demon. A demon is a person who has been transformed by demonic energy. Depending on the energy, the body changes in different places. The demon in front of them had obviously received succubus energy. It had two small demon horns on its head, long blonde hair, a charming expression

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

My demons had been up for some time now, and we were all just watching her, trying our best to last and not dominate her mouth violently, like we are used to. Before lowering herself onto my shaft, she shoots me one more of those sexy, scared kitten faces, and wraps her soft, dainty hands around my phallus. I felt my liquids leave my tip. I was so close to going into overdrive! The adrenaline was too much for all of us right now, especially in our sleepy state. I feel sorry for that one kid that could feel my every emotion and action! You know every demon has a host. I don't like to call it that, because I do love the kid more than anything, but that's another story, for another time.

I asked. “I can’t tell you. If I were to tell anyone her real name though, it would be you.” Moran stated. “Go ahead.” I nodded. “Patrick Devere and Solar Flare can never find out the Vasilia’s demon name is Persephone. If that happens, then it’ll be easier for the Vasili to mate with her. Tell no one else.” He whispered. “Got it. I’ll send in Rao.” I said as I left. That wasn’t her name. I knew it was one of the names that would never be given to a Vasilia, just like Hades would never be given to a Vasili. Neither one would accept a demon as their avatar. They were the god and goddess of the desire demons.

In this way, he might be able to culture some divine medicines in the future and then take these medicines to become an immortal. "Whoosh! Whoosh!" The primeval fairy butterflies flapped their wings and flew away. "Hey? Don't leave... Can't we make friends with each other? If you don't give me face, I may swallow you because you look so delicious. You'd better watch out..." The Demon King suddenly got angry and tried to intimidate the fairy butterflies with open fangs and spread claws. A fairy butterfly about the size of a palm flapped its wings at the Evil Moon with no hurry.

“Move away from those things!” But the guardian angel’s warning fell into deaf ears when a grunting Sir Demonyo’s powerful swings could not cut them, making his focus fixated solely to the flock of butterflies swarming around him. The latter screamed when a couple of dozens of butterflies attached themselves to the commandant’s back, the butterflies’ small fangs pierced through his thick skin, drawing energy and blood from him. The shrilling pains started followed by his howling and guttural screams.