Charismatic Demon Novels & Stories

"His demonic charm hasn't been fully brought out yet." With a single thought, one could become a saint or a devil. The most frightening kind of demon wasn't the obvious villain with bared fangs and claws. It was someone who appeared kind and virtuous, yet harbored the heart of a fallen angel—calm and serene on the surface but consumed by endless desire within.

Was Chase's spirit choice a bit too disrespectful? This kid was being way too arrogant. Paul was done holding back! Purple smoke began rising behind him as his spirit gradually materialized. The creature that emerged was terrifying. Standing nearly 30 feet tall with entirely purple skin, its muscular body looked like tree bark shot through with glowing purple veins. Long arms ended in razor-sharp claws, and its purple-red eyes could strike fear into anyone. This was Purple Specter, a demon from the void beyond the nine heavens. Paul could summon this particular demon because of his one-sixteenth demon race heritage.

Paralyzed with fear, she watched as the smoky figure loomed closer, its presence suffocating and terrifying. Around her, her comrades stood in a tense silence, their eyes fixed on the unfolding scene. The demon, moving with an unsettling deliberateness, slowly ventured towards Belle, its form shifting and writhing as it advanced, drawing ever nearer to the trembling woman who had summoned it from the abyss. "A soul of a lowly harlot's offspring, hahaha," the demon intoned, its voice an indistinct amalgamation. Was it male or female? Such distinctions were irrelevant, for demons were once angels, and angels transcend human notions of gender.

In the demon hierarchy, the Seven Sins are the most powerful demons of the realm, second only to Lucifer. “How may I be of service today, my lord?” “Rumour has it that you theorized about a way of making demons immune to the effects of the Mors flower. How true is this?” Gilbert breaks out in a sweat at Pride’s request. “How did he manage to get hold of such information?” he wonders. He indeed hypothesized that it was possible to somehow make demons immune to the effects of the Mors flower. But it is just a mere hypothesis. He has not even gotten the core material needed to even confirm it. How would he announce such an uncertified claim, especially for a matter as critical as this? He is no

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

Although they don't look like ordinary people with different hair colors, eyes, and species, except for Camila, I'm not afraid of them. I'm having a good time chatting with them, and I learned much about who they are. Saye, Arlo, and Jippis are demons. I thought demons were scary and ugly looking, red with horns, and had a snake-like tongue, always red and surrounded by fire to represent hell that wants to eat your soul. You always see them on Halloween posters or costumes; Saye, Arlo, and Jippis don't look like that. They don't look scary at all. I feel like they came out of a comic book, like a superhero.

With my stubbornness, I almost couldn’t believe that I was asking a demon for help. “I need information. There’s a demon that I need your help finding.” “A demon?” He sounds interested. His stance changes, leaning a bit in interest. “What kind of demon are you looking for?” “The Gargantuan Dragon of Fire—Gorshe.” “Gorshe!?” Belphegor exclaims. “Why would you be looking for that demon!?”

"To warn you I was coming to church next week, I'm sure. Good thing too, so you can warn Vargas. However, I'm sure your little friend already knows. When exactly did you start working with demons, anyway?" This time the older man laughed. "Demons? Please, Rhychard, don't tell me you actually believe in demons?" Rhychard smiled. "You're a preacher. Isn't it your job to believe in them?" Running his hand through his perfect hair, Adrian gave a slight shrug of his thick shoulders. "The demons of today are addictions, more or less, like alcohol, sex, or drugs. They're negative personality traits like envy and greed. Demons are allegorical, Rhychard, the stuff of fantasy writers."

Said the Trinity Master who returned to continue "Belphegor has a body like humans in general but has a beard and also 4 Horns with sharp nails and has 4 legs. He is a Lazy Demon who likes to sleep and he does not have a kingdom but because of his strength he is one of the 13 strongest Demon Lords." Master Trinity said. "The devil of laziness, it turns out that it's not only humans who are lazy, but for you demons there are things like that." Monic said and it looked like Master Triniti smiled and then resumed his story about the ruler of the third world.

"Arlo, if someone's pre-Awakening symptom is an overwhelming, uncontrollable desire to murder people...what kind of alignment or class do you think they would Awaken into?" Arlo freezes completely. "Ummmm" Arlo swallows hard, a drop of cold sweat rolling down his temple. "Maybe...one of the Twelve Demons? Satan? If not a demon, then maybe the Grim Reaper?" Whatever it is, he is now absolutely, one-hundred-percent certain that I belong to the Chaotic Evil alignment. There is no saving my soul. "A Demon? Hmm...lacks originality," I purse my lips, thoughtfully considering the options.