Ciel Phantomhive As A Demon Novels & Stories

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.

Shaina wondered and her cheek turned pink in excitement ~ Two mystical beings stand in the air just above the hall where the ceremony is taking place, the first divine being was dressed in an extravagant way and the magnificence of her presence fills the air which she hover in The color of her eyes turned greyish white and everything before her eyes became transparent that she could see through everything walls and objects, the more she sees the more translucent her eyes color becomes “Should I break in?” her accomplice asked drawing out her claws “Do you think Samael will let you live if you do that?” she asked turning to her and her eyes change to it normal magnolia color “Then what are yo

Indie let my hand go and let her demon form out, showing off that she was a concubus. There were some scattered applause. I let my demon form out too. All of it. “I am Morrigan, Vasilia of the demons.” I stated while my human form shifted.

Cydaea quickly came out from Jade’s body and knelt down with Andariel. Andariel and Cydaea were two of the three demons from Xavion Tomb. Although it was supposedly the tomb of Emperor Xavion, the truth was that the emperor hadn’t died. His actual body had evolved into a saint, and the buried one was actually the sword. The three demons’ relationship with Xavion Sword was closely knitted. No one knew that these demons were the slaves of this very sword. Huff… Alex let out a breath as he woke up.

I explained. “Mate? Servants? Camps? What the hell happened in the last month? None of this sounds like you!” He said angrily. “Deep breath. Ready?” I asked, more to myself than to him. “Go ahead.” Denny answered curtly. “I’m a concubus, Dennis. So was Indie. The reason Drayce…. I mean Patrick, took me is that he works with a male concubus called a Vasili. He’s a king of the desire demons, incubi, succubae, and concubi.”

“There is something between you two that you are not telling me.” Lysan was quiet, he didn't say anything, he just kept staring at the floor. Dyleon ran a hand through his hair, pulling it slightly. “When did you become like this Lys? When did you start hiding things from me? You feel like a completely different person, acting off since morning.” He moved closer to Lysan, “Talk to me Lysan, Please.” Dylan said, his voice cracking a little. Lysan blinked hard, pressing his lips together, keeping his emotions in check. There was no way he could explain to Dyleon that their beloved Demon prince was a monster. That he found himself in the body of another person. That everything was spiraling out

He knew that he had met his end. “Take him away!” Peter instructed. The special forces went to the basement with Greg. I followed. The moment the lift doors were opened, we smelt a strong chemical scent. It was not a warehouse. Instead, it was a luxurious and well-equipped lab. There were a lot of devices and blinking lights. On the rack next to the wall, there were a lot of test tubes. On one of the rows, there was a blue tag. It said: Angel’s Kiss. At the deepest corner of that lab, there was a heavy metal door.

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

“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?”

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."