Custom Made Demon King Novels & Stories

They all stood up and bowed. “Good evening, your Majesty.” they greet and I noticed how they say majesty, but not like I care. Asher nodded his head, and they all took their seats on the floor. It is so weird to see redskins, red eyes, large horns, and wings. They creeped me out, but I didn’t show it. “My lady seems a bit under the weather,” one demon said and eyes were on me, waiting for my response. I looked at the demon and he was sitting right in front of me. I smiled at him.

“Without the ability to love, or to feel love or empathy for anyone. They say that is how I took the throne… and how I kept it.” Lyria watched him closely. He did not sound like a man repeating gossip. He sounded like someone stating a truth he had long accepted. “Then you believe you have no heart?” A faint smile touched his lips. “I am the Demon King, after all.” He said it lightly, almost as if it were a joke. But it did not feel like one. Everything she had heard about the Demon King had been shaped by fear and exaggeration, distorted through the mouths of others, yet the man standing before her did not resemble the monster of those stories.

He fought in war after war for his master, the fiery demon lord, Ivan the Defiler. Until he learned to cage his inner demon. After centuries of conditioning and pain he'd taught himself to control the vicious monster within himself, using his newfound knowledge to teach his fellow brethren. With focused logic instead of blind rage his berserkers decimated their enemies. He led his demon army into battle after battle, conquering the other clans and earning him the title of Sebastian the Vanquisher, Demon King.

I asked. His face hardened and his eyes darkened, as if he did not like the idea, “Every world has a leader, just like every pack has an Alpha. The underworld has its king too.” “A King? Like the devil with the horns?” He hummed, “We don’t call him that there. It is something the humans created. We call him the Demon King.” “Oh, I see. So…are you like, going to make a deal with him?” He sighed, “Unfortunately, I have to. He has the power to do what I explained earlier.”

Dimitri looked at his mother who nodded, and then he looked at the strange woman whose lower body was that of a snake, and the other woman who had wings for arms and talons for feet. “Serve me,” Dimitri finally said, “but make sure to serve my people as well.” There was a sigh from among the creatures this time. The harpy was tearful while the lamia almost jumped for joy as they were given the opportunity to serve the new Demon King. They promised to serve the rest of the beast folk as well and they gathered around to escort their new king and his people through the gates.

“Or a life deviant?” “True deviancy has always been a tricky subject,” Anrik answered. “I doubt anyone would want to go against a fully primed true deviant. History tells us Trenon was a death mage as a demon king and it took a platoon of invokers, all battle mages, to face him.” “Trenon was a demon,” Sharmin interrupted. “They’ve always proven a tasking ordeal to deal with regardless of deviancy. A human death deviant—”

The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile. He was red-skinned and powerfully built and his body seemed to have been carved from molten stone. Two curved horns rose from his brow and black hair darker than night itself flowed down his back. A short, trimmed beard traced his jaw, but what caught my attention the most was the fact that he was... NAKED? “What in the fuck?” I muttered under my breath as I placed my hands over my eyes, trying to avoid the eye of the monster in between his legs. "Where the hell are your clothes?”

“Hey! I won’t let you call in your favour if you’re not even going to do anything for me.” “Now now, don’t go making assumptions on your own.” When they reached the church, he stepped inside with no hesitance. He walked through the front door without even opening it, his body floated through as if he was a ghost. The demon king has powers that are most diverse. The normal demons might have confined powers, such as some might control a certain aspect of the weather or an element of the earth, some might be capable of shape shifting. However, the Demon King’s title awarded him much more flexibility with his abilities.

The Beast King resembled the demon from the memory of their ancestor from the Book of Oath to a frightening degree. It could be no coincidence. Both the King and the princess looked like their ancestors who signed the Oath. What could it mean? Perhaps they were indeed the destined pair for sacrifice... The King’s eyes were golden, a trait of Royal Beats but now that he wasn’t hiding his demon shadow, all the witches here could tell he was a half-demon. He was the descendant of both, the beast who signed the pledge and the demon who signed the pledge. Most of all it meant, as the King was likely from that demon’s descendants, which will mean he was the only one who can close the doors to the

"So tell me, King Devaro when you you plan on executing that dearest mother of yours" He snapped my attention to his dark reddish eyes, he was dress in a black suit with a red shirt, his chest lost a lot of buttons showing off skin the demoness caressed so lustfully. The demoness are called incubus, sex driven demons. Snapping back to attention I frowned at the intonation of his words. "And what makes you think I plan on taking down my mother's rule?" He laughed wholeheartedly. "Enough with the games Devaro. we both know that your mother is weak, she degrades everyday"