Demon Accords Novels & Stories

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

Mammon stated in the abyss of my mind. “And besides, Acanta has Libra, the grace of justice. The success of having a blood pact with a higher-level demon depends on the compatibility of her grace and Belphegor’s curse. My younger brother is not only the demon king of sloth. He is also known as the ‘disputer’, enemy of the sixth Sephiroth ‘beauty’ and the god of debauchery in the Underworld. There will be a big possibility that if Acanta formed a blood pact with him, her grace will be deteriorated, destroying the balance,” he theoretically added.

“No single Alpha will carry the punishment. No single pack will bear the blame. The Hollow taught us what power hoarded in one heart becomes. The Bloodmoon demands balance, not chains.” A flicker of moonfire flared along the Accord’s seal. The alphas exchanged wary glances. Maxim placed his palm against the blackstone table. The cold bit into his skin, but the Beast within settled at the contact. “We sign not for dominion,” he said, “but for bond. Let this Accord be claw and flame, not cage and crown.”

’ I tell them with a new sort of determination in my voice. ‘We demons, swear on our darkest hearts that we shall forever be faithful to you, we swear on ourselves and the time we spend here in this realm that whenever you need us, be it in during the rainy times, through stormy days, in all the worst moments, we shall always be there to protect and administer your commands.’ The demons pledge as they put their fits on their left side of their chest. Upon hearing them pledge their allegiance to me, I feel a swell in my chest as I feel a much stronger bond form between them and myself.

And then he woke up. An agreement was soon reached. Even with all the feeding he was crippled. Whatever happened to him in Durtan Sedil left him magically weakened and the demon needed allies. The deal was simple. Dem would teach them magic and after a few elves were ready, he would, with their help, stop the sun in place. In return, the high council of elves vowed to send expeditions to Durtan Sedil and help Dem dig up the rest of his brothers who were still alive. Most of the demons were dead, but there were still those who hibernated and could be saved. But a simple vow was not enough for the demon. He wanted a pledge of blood. The pledge of blood was a special kind of magic. It would bin

Being called upon to stop the war, which led to misunderstanding, all because a mage caused a war by selling his soul to them. - He not only sold his soul to one, but to three demons, causing an argument, in the midst of a fight, which led to a battle, anyway, he took advantage of this to escape, in addition to casting a spell on them, which caused the worsen relations between the dialogue that led to a war between other dimensions, and the negotiating table now. - Tsuki dear. - A demon said. Being conciliatory, investigating a way, like the accusations, without veto, without a project to give a date to submit or reach a conclusion, find a way of understanding.

He had finally learned to curb his bluntness and speak more tactfully. "We demons are devoted. Once we choose someone, we view them as our lifelong partner and can't betray them. A contract forms naturally. When you call me, I will appear immediately." Only then did I find out about it. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" "I was afraid you'd reject me." Without realizing it, Raven had become my exclusive demon. The child trafficking ring that had operated for years was finally brought to justice. I also wrote a story that made headlines across the country.

Noah's POV The evening sun casted it's warm glow on us as we walked to my apartment. I relayed all that happened in the past few days and sighed before smiling. Yes, I accidentally conjured a demon into my apartment but it's not so bad on most parts. "Hey dude, what's this by the way?" I asked pointing to a sigil like tattoo that I had noticed on my wrist. "It's the mark of our pact." He said as he gazed up to the evening sky.

The bar looks spotless, and the alcohol bottles are lined up with military precision in glass cabinets hanging above the counter. This place is clean for a biker bar. Only the lingering scent of cigarette smoke and cigars gives it away. I turn around and spot the massive logo of the MC painted on the wall: a black, realistic-looking skull grinning on a red background. Behind the skull are huge black angel wings, and a blunt hangs out of the creepy grin. Above it reads "Highway Demons," and below: "MC" and "Nevada."

A sea of Familiar Demons crowded the courtyard, murmuring and flexing for attention. Inside, the Monarchy gathered around a massive white marble table with 72 seats—each representing a Demon King, Duke, Prince, or lower. I spotted Baal, the host of the meeting, sitting center seat. Old as sin, face wrinkled like a rotting scroll. On his right, Beleth—a chunky bastard who always eats mid-meeting. On his left, Vine—bald, jacked, and dumb as bricks. I took my seat across them. Belial was beside me, nerdy, small-framed, glasses fogged with excitement.