Costume Demon Novels & Stories

Shobek's only thought was, Now let's hope they don't kill each other. Kasey's first impression was that this demon was simply an american businessman. His black and white striped blazer lay over a black dress shirt with a deep red tie. His hair was neatly combed back into a bun, and his striking red eyes sparkled at the sight of her. A broad smile covered his stubbled face as he walked forward with a strong, confident stride. "Ah, you must be who I am here to meet!" He stuck out his hands, his black nails like claws. But what really caught her attention, was that he wore silver bands on almost every finger. "I am the demon of greed, Mammon!"

If not for the bluish hue in her skin and the lion’s tail peaking out from her skirt, Journee would have thought her a beautiful woman with the most unique almond eyes she had ever seen. “If that is so, we must dethrone him! It is a disgrace for a human to hold sway over our kind.” Another demoness answered. Her hands were covered with white markings like tattoos while a heavy veil covered her face. All Journee could see was her unbelievably long black hair that seemed to flow for a few meters behind her.

The room was empty and looked like a tornado had run through it. "What are they looking for," I questioned curiously, lifting an empty dresser drawer out of our way. Both men shrugged and continued to the open door. Samson peeked around down the hall and waved us forward. We all hurried down the hall and kneel down at the top of the stairs to see Mortas tied to a chair below surrounded by men in all matte black armor. One of the pricks was about to saw off Mortas's single horn. "That's a great insult for us demons," Dane whispered sadly. I gritted my teeth and stood.

Her eyes were bright purple like hers. No one needed to tell her who the woman was. "Mum." She whispered. ***** Demon House: Dressed in all blacks like a dark Prince, Demon disappeared. Underworld: He appeared in what looks like a throne room and a man who is a replica of him except he didn't have silver hair or eyes sat on a throne. He bowed down before him and straightened his body. He saw Camilla standing next to his father and rolled his eyes. "Father, you sent for me."

And I wanted to become as awe-inspiring and menacing as he was. Meanwhile, the demon wrapped his wings around himself and all of a sudden, started shrinking. In a minute, the pangram contained a rather cute-looking noble. You'd never guess who he was if you didn't know! He had golden hair, blue eyes, and marble-white skin. He was so thin, you'd think he would break if you blew on him. Instead of a whip, he had a rose in his hand. The rose was the last straw. I had no words. Yet the demon finally spoke up, like wind roaring outside the windows of the old tower.

And so here we are all dressed up, with the place decorated really incredibly with cobwebs, spiders, ghosts and blood. I am dressed up as a demon, wearing a leather corset bodysuit with a tail. The bodysuit barely covers anything, but it looks badass. My boobs are pushed up, my waist cinches and years of workout show in my thighs and booty. I’ve paired it with fishnet tights and a black leather choker necklace. I look pretty sexy, and my look ends with dark makeup, red contact lenses, a red hair wig and knee-high hooker heels.

He is kneeling beside my bed like a puppy, while Mammon and Leviathan stand on either side of me, ready to smack Belzeebub's head if he ever does something funny. Like his other brothers, Belzeebub looks very different in his demon form compared to when he is disguising himself like a human. Unlike Mammon and Leviathan, who are both dressed like they are Greek gods and have minimal clothing, Belzeebub looks more like a punk rock teen. His short cut red hair is already gathering enough attention for how bright and vibrant it was. He is wearing a tight fit black shirt with a black leather jacket over it, paired with some black jeans and boots. I know. He sounds like the typical bad boy heathro

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

Paws growled fiercely at the enemy figure but instead got a kiss blown to him leaving him speechless. What…? Even Genad stared at the dude incredulously, as a demon he had seen lots of things but this was the first time he had seen someone so… different. “I’ve seen plenty of drag queens my life, even Luka at one point became one but wow that dressing is bold… and why do demons like taking the form of kids again? I can’t even admire the dress without feeling like some predator,” Dina sighed sadly.

Viva nodded her head and soon she couldn't feel his presence in her room anymore. She left her bed and went to her closet to choose a simple cloth, a pair of black bum short and gray t-shirt and matching sneakers to go with. She touched her face with a bit of make-up and finally her hair. She has made up her mind to visit them and one of her main reasons for wanting to visit them is to have a chat with the Demon. Backing off Hiro shouldn't be a big deal for the Demon, if not she will make sure she rearranges the pretty face of the Demon.