Butterfly Demon Novels & Stories

“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.

"I thought that if I could summon a Greater Demon and kill it with evidence to present to the Caucus, they'd let me be a part of their world and finally accept that I also had something special in me. I admit my plan was way over the top. I was a desperate, stupid eighteen-year old. "Perhaps a Raum or Dragonid demon I might have had luck killing, but summoning a Greater Demon, a demon that had existed before the birth of Hunters, infact a child of Lilith and Lucifer, was unthinkable among Hunters, but I was so desperate to prove a point to the Caucus, my mom, and Hunters at large, that one faithful night when my mother was out, I stole a couple of her spellbooks, a box of chalk and a Celesti

Then she dragged her finger across the mark on my neck and I swear I felt him smile through her touch. “No!” I snapped as I grabbed onto her hand. My other hand moved before I could think and I drove the dagger right into her chest. She didn’t scream. Her skin melted off her face and she finally revealed her true nature — a demon known for compulsion, feeding on lust and life itself. Huge bat-like wings tore from her back, a spaded tail flicked behind her, her breasts swelled unnaturally full, milk dripping from them. Her body twisted into a dangerously seductive shape. Her skin slick with scales, eyes glowing gold, lips curling into a wicked grin.

Spitfire had no idea what he was actually planning and it was better that way. "Auras don't weigh anything, you big idiot." Spitfire snarled through gritted teeth. The wings were starting to flicker. They were getting farther and farther from the bridge. "I can't let go of you to snatch any of these demons who are falling past us." Spitfire had pulled them out of the range of where the demons who were still tumbling off the bridge were falling. Not one of them had wings or any other power that Spitfire could steal to help them out of this predicament. The no-fur was sweating, straining to keep the wings whole and get them back to safety.

His golden pupils peered through the mist and caught the figure of the bloodthirsty Heavenly Demon sitting calmly, awaiting the next stage of slaughter. The Heavenly Demon suddenly lifted his head as though he could sense Butler Fin's gaze. He smiled broadly and waved excitedly like an old friend meeting a colleague he hadn't seen in centuries. "He's still as crazy was always," Butler Fin smiled wryly and returned the orb to his breast pocket. He didn't question the Heavenly Demon's ability to perceive his gaze. It wasn't the strangest thing that that demon had done since they got to know each other. That guys senses had always been as sharp as a Sensor God's. It was what made him such an un

It would also make some sense of why she could so easily slip into many different version of herself, honoring them and calling on the will to embody each sliver of herself. Her defiant answer was just the thing to kick in Blood’s lust for her energy, to taste the essence of what kept her body animated until there was nothing left. This moment made him understand why demons and succubi were often mistook for each other. Having the opportunity to ignore her needs and drink her soul dry of its life force showed him what separated them. As a demon, he wasn’t a slave to his thirst for it though, it was his choice to drink a little or all of her or none at all, unlike a succubus. For that gift, h

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"

Adom orders the children to go and they flee from them like scattering butterflies. "I know why you are here," the elderly looking Demon informs the younger looking one as he stands. The only way the other demon could be so elderly could be due to use of dark magic or arrogant spells gone wrong. It doesn't matter how or why the man looks the way he does. It won't stop Adom.