Chaos Demon Novels & Stories

He said in a mocking tone, Illummino She heard again, That was when it clicked, but her wasting time cost me a slash by the demon's claw as she rolled away, it shrieked in glee as it made to kill her, and that was when terra released it, It went through the demon like a blade as it screamed, illuminos’ light, forged like a blade, Its voice rang out in pain, illummino was divine, pure, holy, in one word a god, It shook and fell to the floor in spams, its fathomless eyes staring back at her, "He comes, the destroyer of worlds comes, it is written" it said as it dissolved into nothing, the smell of sulphur filling the room. Terra got out of the building as people surrounded her, voices all arou

She was the weakest demon he could find throughout the camp, often times, she would be on the beck and call of the other demons. The structure of the Demons society are of perpetual chaos, competition, hatred, game-playing, power plays and maliciousness. They maintain their natural order or ranks solely through the imposition of the more powerful upon the less powerful. In other words, the demonic society is the epitome of an environment of Darwinian "survival of the fittest." "The moment of truth has come! Oh, how long have I waited. Erza!"

He stood there until the demon approached him with his most qualified move. The demon proceeded with an indissoluble rope, which, according to him, was probably fit to capture the king of hell, and then what had to happen had happened. Alexander’s standing was his weakest phase, where he brought his devil to the zenith to crush the outnumbered demons if they stopped him from reaching Bella. The demon was forcefully stopped by an invisible levitation, sank to his knees, and fell to the ground. The pain was crushing his bones, could be heard, his scales slowly scorching as his eyes looked at Alexander in terror, knowing his end had come.

“So he’s forced to save people, but he’s still a demon, with a demon’s nature. That’s one hell of a cognitive dissonance.” “Exactly,” Elliot said. “The texts say he wanders, a consciousness of immense power with no true form of its own. He can’t operate sustainably without anchoring himself to a living host.” Bryan frowned. “So we find this ghost-demon and… what, offer it a timeshare?”

After he spoke Lucifer let Morgan and Lucan spoke to them and say hi. A long silence follow as Sloth, Greed and Lust looked at both of them Allistair met their stares with quiet defiance, silver and black eyes gleaming. “I am Chaos. Son of Lilith. Born from her, but never claimed by Heaven nor Hell. And yes—” He glanced at Lucifer, voice softening. “He is my mate.” Lucifer’s gaze burned with both pride and warning. “Speak another word, and I’ll make you remember why they call me the Morningstar.”

"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?"

The black-robed man was named the Devouring Demon. He was not exactly a living being and was more accurately described as a being that straddled the border between life and death. The Devouring Demon was confident he could kill everyone since the competition lasted for 30,000 years. Within this period, none of the powerhouses on Mount Chaos could enter the Ancient Realm. He was sure he could wipe out the creatures that entered the Sky Islands before the end of the competition.

A low, rumbling voice echoed from the fractured sky: “You cannot hold me. I am the beginning… and the end.” And in that moment, Lila realized: the battle for Chaos College had only just begun.

Hmmm fairy blood… It rolls through my head and Dante scolds me, making me focus on this Jasper character. He doesn’t look all that strong, but the arrogance rolls off of him in waves. He clearly comes from money, and after sizing him up another minute it clicks in my head: he’s an abaddon demon. A sower of discord. He isn’t happy unless there is chaos and he’s creating it. “You’ve come to the right place, demon,” I whisper, as Chance laughs.

I gathered many demons that I can to pursue my plan. And as soon as I thought this was the day. My very life and my revenge will perish along with my memory. I hope the remaining abyssal demon will know what kind of monster the organization created. Teresa, the embodiment of a true demon. She is the one who will turn the balance within this land upside down.