Damien Antichrist Novels & Stories

Ok, let's come back to the present, I guess you now understand mom's reason for calling me Demian, a name that rhymes with a demon. Well, it's true, I'm Damian, a hybrid of mom a beautiful human lady, and Dad, a seductive Akwa-being, and a Sea King, I guess that made me an Aqua-prince, and yes this is the story of my life.

Chapter Eighty-Eight – Faked. Damien found himself at the door of Diablo’s bar again. He adjusted his mask and knocked on the door. The huge man opened for him and he sprinted his way to Diablo’s little office. He knocked again and was offered entry. “You are still wearing this mask.” Diablo laughed, clearing the files on his table to reveal another file underneath them. “I figured out who Jenna Marbles is, that’s why I called.” “That’s why I came.” Damien exhaled, taking off his mask.

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The spirit had dark aura emitting from it and it was going to possess Jasmine It was echthra, the spirit of hatred, it fed on humans evil thoughts "Oh no!! Echthra... Lucy's spirit has been bewitched" he muttered and quickly divided his spirit from his body He grabbed Lucy's hands and that moment, time stopped with only Lucy's spirit and his that was conscious "What do you think you are doing?" He asked and touch her forehead with his palm. He was performing some kind of exorcism on her and immediately she regained her senses "Who are you?" Lucy asked

The Cicconis do not live in VINCENT DANZAville, and KY knows that VINCENT DANZA banned them from the area while having KY on a hit list. "How many people you gotta rob to get a crib like this?" DAMON asks with a screwed-up face.KY'S face contorts, but KY decides not to inform him as to what ISAAC actually spends most of his time doing—murdering. It's best at his age that he thinks the mafia just rob people.

Perfect. “See you soon.” He’d written it himself, fog blooming from his mouth in the cold like smoke from a sermon. She’d see it when she came home, her pretty mouth falling open in that little O of shock he used to love so much. She thought she was safe with that big bastard in her house. Cute. She thought she was strong now. Even cuter. Eden Cross had carried his sins once without even knowing it. Signed her name to accounts she’d never opened. Smiled beside him in church while his assistant—God bless Tiffany—warmed his bed after evening service.

"Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place." Raven's mouth dropped, what? How was he so successful at such a young age. Raven lightly poked the girl next to her so that she could get her attention. "What does he do for a living?" she whispered. "He is the CEO of Luxshmier. Don't you know them? They are very popular and that's where he gets his wealth from." "Did he star......." Before Raven could finish her sentence, she was cut off: "Can you speak when it's your turn to make an introduction." said Damien.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying this… but you seem good for him.” I almost dropped the teapot. “Me.......?” “Yes, dear.” Her eyes softened. “Damian has always been… controlled. Too controlled. He carries his father’s name like it’s armor and chains at the same time.” She sighed. “He needed someone who sees the man, not the title.” Something tugged deep in my chest. “Damian is… complicated,” I said softly. “Of course he is. You don’t build an empire without learning to lock a few doors in your heart.” She smiled knowingly. “But he’s opening those doors for you. I can see it.”

Michael had sworn to protect his son with his life as so did Mephistopheles. Fast forward to a decade later, the might of the Archangel was tested. Six beings had stepped forth from the heavens seeking the “abomination” that was born. “Give us the child or suffer the consequences.” One of them spoke. “Never.” Michael yells back. But as soon as Michael fought, he was no match for the might of Gods. He was beaten to death with his own halo as Mephistopheles was stabbed through her skull with her own horns. A terrified ten year old Damian was taken from his parents, his home burned to the ground and set to live in a place where monsters and humans were damned for all eternity. Damian knew he wa

But Damon just smiled, his eyes glinting with ruthlessness. "I'm afraid it's not negotiable, Mr. Kendrick," he said. "Either you agree to my terms, or we walk away." Kendrick's face paled, but he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, deal." Damon smiled, feeling a rush of triumph. He stood up, his eyes never leaving Kendrick's face. "Welcome to the team, Mr. Kendrick," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm sure we'll have a very... profitable relationship."