Dark Demonic Art Novels & Stories

“Aren’t demons supposed to have control over spirits? Why is it that, aside from me, none of you can see them?” That question made Aric’s expression turn more solemn. He straightened slightly, speaking at a measured pace. “Because of an ancient artifact passed down in Blackwood Continent.” “An artifact?” Leon blinked in surprise. Aric nodded, a faint trace of mockery flickering in his eyes. “It was supposedly created to maintain the balance between different beings. This artifact sealed away a part of demons’ natural abilities—specifically, some of our power.” Leon frowned. “Huh?” "In simple terms, it prevents us from directly affecting the spirits," Aric said casually. "It also stops demons

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

I bent over the dead soldier, my heart heavy as I realized that the same tattoo adorned his neck as well. he design was unlike anything I had seen before, yet there was an unsettling familiarity about it, a memory tugging at the edges of my mind. The tattoo depicted a flying demon, its wings outstretched, eyes aglow with an otherworldly luminescence. The level of detail was astonishing, every line and curve capturing the essence of the creature in a way that was both mesmerizing and disconcerting. The artistry was undeniable, but there was an underlying malevolence that sent shivers down my spine.

It laughed, pushing against the invisible boundaries of the psychopathic lords mind. Darkous nodded, carefully turning his attention towards the demonic creature within his mind. “Perhaps, though either way, I want the pup to go with us. If Dorian has succeeded in making her obedient, then we should have no trouble. Although, if he had failed then I may have to force her, either way; the pup will come with us and fight. Or suffer the consequences for disobedience.” The demon chucked, the vile sound filling the psychopathic lords mind. “Yes, it should be interesting forcing her to kill someone, or at least injure her uncles soldiers. But, the bloodshed is always my favourite part, especially

“If you hand over the key to the Infinite Esoteric Art, we’ll give you a quick death. Otherwise...” The Sanguine Fiend cackled. “Not only will your spirit body be annihilated, but I’ll also have a delicious feast on this young man’s heart!” Demonic cultivators were demonic cultivators. Despite their smiling faces, their words were chilling.

What surprised me wasn't the tattoo but the content the tattoo mark symbolised. The red ring Cameron gave me, that felt very delicate and fragile as though made of flowers.. I laughed. Only a master of the seven hells realm could control demons. Demons were evil spirits that could be controlled by higher dark gods with enough energy. Cameron was the owner of the ring and he gave it to me. Dante did not have a heart. Yet, he fell in love with my mother. Cameron's mother killed herself.. Most of the times, only a master of seven hells realm can use a demon more than a hundred times to commit crimes.

Finding the dread as its familiarity draws them into a shock, the demon that represents more than an S class but an arcana signifies the star she’s born within. “I am you, but you are not me. Remember to find the truth and know the lies as it will be the lie as the other is the truth. Be careful, Daniela.” Drawing a pentagram and taking an eye-catch talisman throwing it unto the air burning it in response. Neon purple light draws the patter as their eyes pins in a surprise backing out unto her side protecting her unto their stance as the ‘demon’ they are fighting against is the very image of the serpentine God.

Kastriv growls, reaching out to grab my hand as a quiet reassurance that there is no chance has any interest in being set up with this stranger Atari has brought in. "My apologies," Atari grits out, before finally bothering to address me. "Aspen. You're a Demon." I straighten. I figure this was coming, since everyone with a hint of Angel-blood seems to be able to sniff it on me or something. "Oh...yes." Daisy flinches away a little, whereas all the Noble's stare. "That's such a shame, isn't it?" Atari look sad, tilting her head to the side, looking over me as if I'm wasted potential. Being around Kastriv made me forget how much most people hate Demon's.

Despite the light emanating from the Pentacle, the air was icy cold. Then the ground seemed to crack wider open like a glass and pouring through the shards came a horde of dark shapes, humanoid but twisted, gnarled and faceless, howling out a soundless scream that punctured the ears of the witch. It did not seem to affect Aosoth though. She cackled and her beetle-like eyes grew bright with a manic light as she raised her hands higher and the demons poured forth. Icy wind burned the witch as more humanoid demons came through the band of light within the Pentacle. The air stank of sulphur and ashes.

Till he was just the breathing silhouette Sebastian had seen. Sebastian knows because he had felt the same. The day of Sarah’s death, he had felt a rage higher than a tower. He lost consciousness of every sense of morality that he had even pulled his gun scaring the kids that stood just where his daughter had left. He recalled the feeling of emptiness when he held lifeless Sarah on the ground, such that he had even wished a truce with the devil. If only it worked that way. So when Sebastian laid his eyes on the man, he knew exactly how he felt. A broken father.