Dark Demonic Art Novels & Stories

Gabriel the Faithful screamed his lungs out as he commanded his legion. Maleficent answered him by willing the slithering shadows around her. ‘Make Angelo the Faithful suffer. Make sure that he will not be able to stand for a long time. Let him repay for what they did to Damon.’ Maleficent’s command echoed inside her mind as she felt the familiar warmth spreading in her body as she used her demonic arts. She opened her dominion for a fraction of a minute to draw the darkness of the three worlds into the arena. As an answer for her command, two more enormous shadow centipedes rose with a hissing growl from the shaking ground. They surrounded the nearly unconscious Angelo the Faithful, burying

Roman was full of disdain. “I’m afraid we’re in danger this time.” Heia solemnly took a deep breath. “These people seem to be demonic practitioners. Their energy feels wrong! Moreover, their energy seems to contain a hint of bewitchment, which can only appear in one great path.” The others realized the insinuation and looked at the four men in black more solemnly. “The demonic great path!” The demonic great path was extremely powerful. If the demonic path was included in the 3,000 paths, it should be at least on par with light and dark.

"You won't get a single blood from me," Arth said as he unsheathed Frostcalibur, facing six, armed demons. They had muscled bodies with rough burnt skin, wide wings, and long tails. Their armors screamed in black metal, their capes burning red. One of them was dressed in a dark purple cloak, with a long staff in his hand. The others were armed with dual machetes.

His goal was simple—let the Demonic Spirit devour the Celestial Spirit completely. The courtyard churned with demonic miasma. Sylas' immense demonic energy fueled the talisman, instantly making the Demonic Spirit more vengeful and aggressive. Inside the artifact, the black light violently expanded, menacingly close to extinguishing the white light entirely. Within the talisman's misty inner void, the Celestial and Demonic Spirits were locked in a furious battle. The Celestial Spirit was now a faint, ethereal white glow, translucent and perilously close to fading. Its only remaining defense was a subtle ring of gold light clinging to its form.

He whispered and I shook my head as tears fell from my eyes. “He is feeding off the souls that he is killing, Arturo.” I said, and he frowned in confusion. “The man is using dark magic to grow stronger by their souls.” “Sienna, what are you talking about?” He asked, trying to process what I was saying; however, my vision blurred as the effect of morphine made my head spin. Taking in the situation, Arturo shook his head and tightened his arms around me. I shook my head, not wanting to talk about it before my eyes rolled to the back of my head, making Arturo curse under his breath before he put his arm under my knee.

“They’re happy. They’re not suffering, and they don’t have any troubles. “They only belong to me. “This is art! It’s perfect art!” He was completely insane. It was completely inhumane. He had turned these young women into his personal toys. I looked at those young women. They were only in their early twenties. Their lives were just starting. However, they were trapped in this dungeon. I recalled what Charlie had said. “The pretty lady fell asleep after the jab, just like sleeping beauty.” It turned out that this was what he was referring to. I felt very sad. I was sad for these young women and this despicable world.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

Within the span of a few seconds, the flames vanished, leaving behind absolutely nothing. "Ashes to ashes." Darcia spoke on a sigh of relief. But I was far from relieved. "Di-did we just…k-kill a m-man?" I managed to stutter out as dark spots began to dance in my vision. "He wasn't exactly a man. He was a demon and once a demon has set his mind on something, they don't let it go until they have achieved their goal." Darcia looked at me with a frown. "Hey…are you okay? You don't look so…"

said Belphegor, as he guided Chaos into the second floor of the library, where four grimoires were releasing a dim aura and presence… that of demonic and malicious nature. The fur grimoires were above altars, and they were being held tight by powerful seals made by Ainz, Chaos could clearly feel the power of his father still present within them. The altars were all lined up, and before them, there was another painting from Lady Lesithea. Chaos glanced at it, it seemed to be a painting of these four demons. "What are the origins of these demons?" wondered Chaos.

He couldn’t even form proper words anymore, just desperate, blabbering sounds as Damien ruined him. Damien leaned over him, biting the back of his neck hard enough to make Elias whimper. He fucked into him even harder. “I’m going to breed this hole every single day while they’re gone,” Damien growled against his skin. “Pump you full of cum until you’re leaking me for hours. Until you can’t think about anything else but taking my load.” The filthy words hit Elias like a shockwave. His whole body tightened. “Ahh…! Mmmh—! Damien…!” he moaned, voice cracking. “I… I can’t… it’s too much… unngh…!”