Cuphead Demonic Novels & Stories

I argue, trying my best not to give up. Ever so slowly, he lifts his head. His eyes are black and soulless. His skin color washes away as a shadow emerges from his chest and slowly separates from his body. Covering my mouth, I try my best not to scream as the demonic creature shifts its head and looks at me. There are no eyes, just empty black holes. The Demon has three fingers each and smelled of burned ash. The more I stare at it, the more I recognize what it is. "Katrina!" The voice yells out.

“Then how can you wonder if demons exist, my sister?” Demarr looked at her cousin as of to question his sanity. “How can I not? You’ve spent too much time in the forest, so your head must be in the wrong place.” “My head is not in the wrong place.” Piero said and stood up. “I need to think, Demarr. And take a shower too.” Demarr nodded. “Yes, you absolutely do. You stink. Did you kill people on the way with your smell?” Piero threw a pillow at Demarr and made his way up the stairs.

Feel my wrath you human scum Paimon is vexed by Elijah’s antics and immediately sets off to punishing him, putting his palm down he summons a hellish beast with three heads and nine tails, it looked like a dog but much more ferocious and deadly with black fur and red irises the beast towered over Elijah at a whooping ten meters, it’s roar sent massive shock waves from where they stood to the church, disrupting the battle taking place in front of the church building PAIMON : Hell summons : Cerberus… Now I’ll show you the real power of an archdemon ELIJAH : This is gonna end badly if we keep on fighting here, I need to take this fight elsewhere now ( muttering to himself) PAIMON : Come at me b

Did two demons mean double the fun. Clara moved her gaze to the creature's pussy. It was open already, ready to be filled by Clara's tongue. It's wet folds seemed to have the same black texture as the rest of it's scaly skin, and there seemed to be a hint of pinkish redness in it's middle. The demon was dripping with its own arousal, and the sweet but naughty scent of it filled Clara's nose immediately, and her body shivered with delight. "DRINK PEE!" it demanded, and its voice hit Clara like a sudden lightning strike. She could hear herself moan into the wet folds above her mouth, as her body seemed to want nothing more than to obey that command. Her mouth watered and her tongue parted the

“Before you dismembered the demon, did you happen to get a good look at it?” He nods. “Maybe five feet tall if I’m being generous. Claws, flat teeth, smelled like the inside of an asshole, with skin resembling an elderly man’s ball sack.” “Scrapper demon. Great. When there’s one there’s usually more. They follow behind more powerful demons, eating their scraps. Hence the nickname. I’m surprised it took them this long to follow behind that Third Hierarchy twatwaffle.” I tip my head. “How many old man ball sacks have you seen?”

Tommy didn’t believe me, of course. Who would? I had to beg him. My friend shrugged and promised to wait in our chambers until I dealt with the problem. The issue was resolved the same night. I simply summoned the hunter. As hellhounds weren’t simple dogs, hunters weren’t simple demons. He appeared almost immediately, looking at me with his blood-red eyes. He was tall, gangly, and reminded me of a cellar spider. In the cloud smoke which hid his features he seemed clumsy and awkward—if you didn’t know how fast and deadly he could be.

Nate paused to suck in a shuddering breath, "Months passed and slowly things started to get better. College looked like the best decision I'd ever made; I did exceptionally well in my classes and joined the kick-boxing team. It was all going well, until one day I ran into someone, a guy from my old town. I don't even remember his name, just that he recognized me. I ignored most of the things he said, I started walking away from him but then I heard him yell; 'How was it like to have a drunk bastard as a father and a murderer for a mother?' I don't know, I just lost it then. I punched him, I knew the kid stood no chance against me but I kept hitting him. I-I kept punching him even when I felt

Hard music fills the overcrowded, dimly lit clubhouse. My brothers are fucked up, like always... fucking women on tables, getting blowjobs, having threesomes on the floor, and doing lines of coke. I sit at the bar, watching the chaos from a distance. My Prez, Devil, sees me and takes the seat next to mine. “Not joining again?” he asks while nodding toward Linch, one of the Soul-Eaters, who’s currently choking on David’s cock.

“I’m very sure. The drug is extremely similar to the zombie drug reported to the bureau last month. “It’s not a regular needle. “It’s a puncture needle meant for the spine, where it’ll inject medicine directly to the central nervous system. “Only professional labs would be able to produce this.” When Mary heard that it was a zombie drug, she finally came around to her senses. She screamed and pushed Charlie aside. “You rascal! Where did you get this needle?” Charlie stumbled after Mary pushed him and started crying again. “It’s from daddy’s study! I saw daddy inject that pretty lady with it!