Novel & Cerita Demon Apartment

The apartment is cheap, so staying here for a few days to relax is a good choice. We are randomly conversing about our lives. When I got choked up on my food, I saw the man I had sex with last night was on TV. He was standing outside of a white and light shade of blue building, wearing his usual tight-fitting suit; his chocolatey-brown eyes were covered by black goggles, doing injustice to the world who couldn’t see that those eyes were drowning in lust last night. Fuck! Is created by God or a demon. I haven’t met a man whose aura screams dominance, power, and ascendancy, like he owns this world and we are just slaves to please him.

End of the hall. We climb the stairs. Damien moves carefully. His surgery still fresh. But he doesn't complain. Fourth floor. The hallway is empty. Quiet. We reach the door. 2847. I slide the key into the lock. It turns. The door opens. Inside, the apartment is dark. Curtains drawn. Dust in the air. No one's been here in weeks. Maybe months. I step inside. Damien follows. Closes the door. The space is small. One bedroom. Kitchenette. Bathroom. Everything is neat. Organized.

I averted my gaze. Below was a fight ring barricaded on all sides. I was put in a cell that was like a compartment. Chains dangled from my wrist which was attached to the railings. I had to stand close to the bars to see the match that was happening on the ground floor. I didn’t miss how the floor was filthy, bloodstains all over it. The place smelled of death. A demon entered the arena, he had long horns and white clear eyes. His skin was an unnatural red. A tail jutted from his backside. He was unnaturally tall and wore a coy smile. He was holding a microphone as he walked into the center.

APARTMENT 1B BULLET Monday, 3:24 PM Five blue. Seven red. Four yellow. He blinked the sleep from his eyes. Lifted his head from the mattress. Saw the shit hole on Eidolon Avenue he called home. The TV with the cracked screen sitting on the plastic crate. The yellowing walls with the rust colored streaks running from ceiling to floor. The scattered pizza boxes and cheeseburger wrappers. And his friends . . . five blue, seven red, four yellow

“None! But a teen boy witnessed ‘a thin, lean boy with pointy ears wearing boots, a blue jacket over a full sleeve tee waiting on the apartment where the fire originated. This third dome is home to Mr. Jim Parson, an Aritmacer with the bank, and his wife, a singer for the 2MASS Wireless Network. They had a servant Kranky and a kid, Tim, 7 years old, who was saved by the mysterious creature but remembers nothing. Mr. Parson is confused how the demonic fire started. He and his wife were not at home when it happened. It was controlled only after we rushed-in and attacked with three simultaneous counter extinguishers” “Curious! I thought demiliens didn’t like humans.” “That caught my attention t

And no Rae. I climbed the wooden steps to my front door, keys jangling in the quiet evening air. The apartment was exactly how I'd left it – sparse, functional, safe. Dark leather furniture that wouldn't show wear. Thick curtains that blocked prying eyes. Bookshelves lined with texts on supernatural law, demon politics, and even human psychology. Everything a reformed demon prince needed to maintain his cover in the mortal world. But tonight, none of it felt like enough.

"We are from the Eastern State, and we are here to visit Holy Land. Along the way, we heard that Demon Palace is very strong, and the leader happens to be Lucas the Demon." "I even heard that Lucas the Demon has Apocalyptic Legion under his command and is comprised of creepy zombies. What's more hilarious is that this Lucas the Demon could even fly in the air, walked over skyscrapers, and leaped overseas where everything would be under his feet." "We are here for Demon Palace just to meet with Lucas the Demon, to see with our own eyes just how overwhelming he is." Lucas smiled to himself. He was thinking perhaps these two gorgeous ladies before him, who looked like angels, must be siblings.

"The center of the Earth. Where the only way to survive is to become a demon without a soul." Elara looked at the iron key, then at the two human men beside her. "Then let's get to work," she said.

~~~ *Samantha Age 16/17* “It's the Demon!!!” I heard the fool scream as he tried to run from me. “I told you we were too close!!!” Another screamed as they tried to shift to get away. I laughed as they tripped over each other in their panic. “Drop that whore let’s go!!!” “Where is everyone else?!” “DEAD!!! THE DEMON IS HERE!!!” Behind me I heard my dad start to bark, his deep voice carrying on the wind.

"Have you lost your way? The building is in that direction." Bella sighed as she looked at the girl and then at the elf who was fleeing for his life after encountering a demon a year before. She resumed her movement with the girl, and the girl smiled and resumed her chatter. They went to the apartment together. Sofi desired to knock on Chris's door. However, there was a a note indicating that they are going to the hospital for a checkup And I'll return before dinner. She exhaled a sigh. "We forgot to get the key from Lucifer, and even Chris isn't here. It appears that we will be unable to open the door." She said this while slumping on the floor and leaning against the door.