Demon Aesthetic Novels & Stories

My eyes were snagged on the curve of his lower lip, and the way it yielded to the sharp point of his teeth. A wave of heat washed over me, like the ocean after the sun had been beating down on it all day. He was attractive … in an odd way. The most attractive—well, he wasn’t a man. At least, I didn’t think a demon could be considered a man. Not unless they had a… A feline smile swept across Kaelith’s face.

The Demon smirked. “Then what happens now?” Aisha asked with a clenched fist. “You may ask him yourself, he is about to wake up sooner than I anticipated but heed my warning with his shattered spirit he will not be able to control his emotions and the rage that he once held. I must attend to other matters in the realm of souls I will be watching.” Aisha steeled herself as the Demon slowly removed his helm revealing his eyes that once burned as blood turned to an earthly brown. Though one of the eyes started to fade away in color as if his life was slowly draining away as his form gradually changed back to a more humanoid body.

It was beautiful—so beautiful that it didn’t make sense. Why would the demon create something so wondrous? My instincts screamed at me to be wary. A landscape this serene, conjured by something so malevolent, had to be a trap. “what do we do now?” Pelin asked, squeezing my hand tight. “I’m not sure” I whispered back. I glanced up at the demon and caught her smirk, sharp and cruel. My stomach turned. As if on cue, she raised her hands. The graceful motion belied the dark power radiating from her fingers.

I finally felt alive. “But…” He then put on a serious expression. “We found a rare chemical in your blood. “There isn’t a name for it on the market. “However, in the black market, the name of it is ‘Angel’s Kiss’.” Angel’s Kiss? It sounded beautiful, but I could not help but shiver. “It’s an experimental drug that can control someone’s nervous system. “Its main purpose is to brainwash someone. With a large dosage, the person will lose consciousness and become a puppet.

I stared at him while waiting for an answer. “It’s a Demon’s symbol.” My eyes furrowed at what he said. I stared at his eyes but he seems serious! But what? Demon’s symbol? I don’t understand. “D-Demon?” I stammered. He nodded and looked away. He’s now back on staring at the glass wall. I shook my head in disagreement. “Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing about Demons! I am finding the murderer and-“ “It’s always been the Demon’s fault, Majesty. They are just using the people to do bad things but it’s always been their idea to hurt and kill someone.” He said while staring at the glass wall. I am even more confuse now.

Once again congratulations on becoming a demon. Ban: Ahhh. I totally forgot about that. Demons are long lasting creatures and not to mention the fact that I might really have to take- take over the Avere- -- ( Ehhh???... why am I feeling so dizzy all of a sudden??.. I can't keep my eyes open. My hearing is bad too. What is happening?) ''BAN? BAN? BANNNnnnnn.......''

Alexis (in flashback pov) Warning : forced sexual content. I was disgusted when he called me an angel. Not from the name I got called but a sacred creature's name was on a demon's lips. I was more than shocked and silent to see a supernatural creature. My whole body was frozen and I felt entirely guilty for stepping out in that forest. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine being captured by a demon of hell.

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

That the Demonics' greatest gift or maybe favorite hobby, was to turn people insane. One touch… one swipe of a hand, and they made sanity disperse. Turning thoughts into nightmares and delusions. Daymares and horrors. Their deepest fears surround them until the only way out is for someone to take their own life. Haunting them and turning their reality into hell on earth. A twisted game that they would sit back and savor as their victim twisted themselves into oblivion and misery. It makes me shudder to think he has that ability too, and it sounds like he's used it before.

Finally bold enough, I asked, "Could you check?" The demon even jerked his head, then laughed. Have you ever heard a demon's laughter? Do you think it's scary? It's no scarier than a storm, or lighting, or a hurricane. It sounds wild, and furious, and mad, and fiery, yet oh so beautiful. The room suddenly became chilly. Smoke swirled in the corners of the pentagram, and Martha grew even paler. She was afraid I wouldn't be able to hold the demon back-or that I wouldn't be able to hold myself back from stepping toward him. I wasn't going to do that, however. I knew all too well you weren't supposed to trust demons.