Romans & histoires Demon Asylum

Gunderson asked. “The incubus knows who and what we are. Speak. Incubus. Introduce us.” Anders commanded. The incubus stood as if he were pulled up by invisible strings. He was pretty pissed about it. I managed to hold back my laughter. “Gentlemen, may I introduce you to the Vasili and Vasilia of the desire demons. Anders Damon and Madison Coto. The king and queen of my people.” He said stiffly and with a little sneer when he said ‘queen’.

The security guards at the entrance all raised their stun batons. "It's a demon! Electric shock probably won't work!" "Quick! Lock down the perimeter! Evacuate the area!" A demon? I looked up, and sure enough, there was Raven, striding in step by step. He still wore the black hoodie I had bought him. The hood covered most of his face, and his entire body radiated killing intent. With each step forward, the lobby grew more scorching. "Where's Chloe Sutton? Where are you keeping her?"

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.

I’m deeper still. The smell is rancid as I descend the steps into a damp and cloyingly warm chamber sitting past that first picturesque mausoleum. A pentagram is burned into the earth here, and I mean it is actively alight and glowing, like cherry red coals in a fire. Stood inside is a thrashing mass of what looks like tar and shadow and crimson eyes – Even with Ashmedai in control, my body vomits at the sight of it, the feel of him-- “Daniel,” Christian softly calls. He’s stood trapped in the center of that pentagram, glowing with heavenly light. The demonic mass is nowhere to be seen, but I know that thing is still lurking here, right behind Christian's breathtaking, stolen image.

It wanted to fall into place. I forced my breath steady, the way my mother taught me, the way you steady your hands before stitching a wound. Then I spoke the only words that had ever worked. “ASH.” Black cinders rose off the floor, spiraling around the circle. The runes flared, resisting, but the ash didn’t care. It tightened, thickened, becoming a wall—around Dax’s ankles, around the etched lines, smothering the glow. For one heartbeat, the pull on him eased.

He scratched the back of his head, “I guess I haven’t introduced myself yet…. the name’s Azz. I am a local blacksmith and shop keeper at the capital.” “Capital?” “It’s the city that surrounds the demon lord’s palace. It’s a very busy place where demons all over come to either start a new life or even land a new job. There are lots of reasons demons go there, and don’t think that I can name them all.” Azz suddenly walked away, “That’s enough questions. If you want to warm up, you better find some dry wood. I’ll look for something to eat.” (time skip) Why is Azz taking so long? I gathered plenty of dry wood to make a huge pile in the center of the clearing.

“The atmosphere here is different, ‘’ he said, and I noticed his voice got deeper. I looked at him and he changed to his demon. There were two black horns by the side of his head. I can’t see him fully, but I know his skin is slightly red, and he is bigger. Then his body lit on fire a little, but it didn’t burn me, instead it warmed me up. The clouds cleared up and my mouth wide opened in shock as I looked at what was in front of me. Everywhere was red, the clouds were red and I could see the hills and they went way back. The air smells like death and the worst part is I can hear the cries of pain and agony that send a dark shiver down my spine. Suddenly, I don’t want to see hell anymore. As

I can only imagine where they are going. The moment that they are out of sight, my knees buckle. I am aware of the number of people staring at me, but for me, it did not matter. That is because the man who just left a while ago is a demon. The fifth demon prince of Hell—Asmodeous, the demon prince of lust.

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.