Demon Alastor Novels & Stories

Chris swore that he could feel the woman beside him screeching deep inside. “I enjoyed the coffee and the cake.” Damien started. “I-I was the one who baked that cake.” Chris’ classmate answered. Damien smiled sweetly, “Is that so? You’re really good.” “Thank you. I’m Alanna.” “I’m Cole.” The demon introduced himself with his fake identity then turned to Chris, “I’ll go explore the other booths. See you around.” The demon went away from their booth and that is the only time Chris could breathe comfortably. It was a faint feeling unlike in the past but Chris knew that the demon just fed.

A magic circle quickly materialized in front of Alfred when he rose to his feet and made some hand motions. “Scorch!” “Scorch!” “Scorch! Only a small shadow of the demon's body could be seen flickering within the flames as it was completely consumed in flames. After witnessing it, Alfred's mood improved, but he quickly developed a grave countenance. The demon in front of him had received a lot of A-rank spells, yet none of them had even remotely damaged it. Rage was completely lost in his own mind. He had been on it for quite a while and was making every effort to stabilize this dimension once more.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

Allistair was fucked in the bed, on the wall, even at the study table. Now inside the large bathroom, on the rose filled bath, Allistair is on his knees fucked by Lucifer from behind in his demon form and Allistair bear all the impact of Lucifer’s thrust in a heated frenzy. “Shit fuck Amor Meus, yes that’s it take this cock in.” “No more nnghhh Mi Alfa…hhhh.” Allistair plead, his voice almost could not be heard because of the fatigue he felt.

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

he replies, his tone filled with cryptic satisfaction. His eyes lock onto mine, the fiery glow within them dancing with a malevolent spark. "It would be best if you take a seat while I enlighten you," Aster declares, his voice resonating with a chilling certainty. I ignore him and continue to stubbornly stand there as he begins to speak. "I am a demon, and I've formed a pact with King Stellan. And it's all because of you." Confusion and apprehension flood my mind as his words hang in the air. I struggle to make sense of his claims, desperately searching for answers amidst the haze of confusion and anxiety.

I was looking for him, but I was not the only one. A presence shifted behind me. I did not turn immediately. There was no need. “You think too loudly,” a familiar voice said. I exhaled slowly. “You always appear where you are not welcome.” Alastor stepped into view with his usual calm, the kind that came from knowing most people could not touch him even if they tried. Apostle of Ra. Exiled on paper, tolerated in practice. “That is an interesting complaint,” he replied. “Coming from a man who treats contracts like loose guidelines.”

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

I was glad because I thought he came to me for the same reason I had. But I was wrong. I felt his hostility when he asked me about the Demon Alpha’s son. When I told him that the boy is innocent and has no connection to the evildoings of his father, he got mad and accused me of having connection with the Demon Pack. He captured me and imprisoned me in his pack’s dungeon. I tried to fight back but he had better fighting skills, I had no match to him. I could still remember vividly how he tortured me with a blazing whip just so I would tell him where the boy was. But I knew he would kill the boy once he’d find him that’s why I didn’t say a thing.

“This demon is covered with black magic, so black that I couldn’t breathe while I tried to reach the source of the magic.” “Did you say he is not Alastor?” “Yes. It’s not him.” “I knew it!” He hissed loudly as he threw a punch in the air, his eyes blazing red as smoke rose from his skin. “It was impossible to catch him without him creating chaos!” “He’s up to something, Lucius. He wants us to believe he is dead.” My chest continued heaving as I kept staring at the dead body. The magic wasn’t wearing off. He still looked like Alastor, including the strong aura that was enveloping him. It only meant one thing. Alastor had a black witch or a powerful demon on his side.