Demon Asylum Novels & Stories

They were playing his game now, and he was always one step ahead. “Almost there,” Ashley whispered, trying to reassure herself as much as the others. But just as they reached the door, it swung open with a deafening crash, and there stood Demon, his cold eyes locking onto theirs. The cruel smirk on his lips sent a chill down Ashley’s spine. “Going somewhere?” Demon’s voice dripped with mockery, his posture relaxed yet menacing. He was blocking their only escape route, and behind him, more of Adonis’s men loomed, their guns trained on the small group.

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?"

The asylum thrived on the despair of its inhabitants, a living entity fueled by the pain of those who dared to enter. Each new victim was just another note in Nina’s symphony of horror, their screams blending into the eternal melody that echoed through the darkened halls. Elias was trapped, forever bound to this realm of shadows and echoes. The weight of his fate pressed down on him like a shroud, a reminder that he was but a pawn in Nina’s twisted game. And as the night deepened, he realized the horrifying truth: he was not just a victim—he was now part of the asylum’s dark legacy, a ghost woven into the fabric of its nightmares.

The pain was crushing his bones, could be heard, his scales slowly scorching as his eyes looked at Alexander in terror, knowing his end had come. “Bael sent her where? Demon!!” Alexander growled, bolstering his inner force on the demon whose scales charred into ashes slowly, giving him the most agonizing pain. “I-I don’t know, my king. I was ordered to distract you, ”said the demon with great discomfort and remained as a demon until the last second before turning into ashes, gathering as a mound of soil. Until Alexander disappeared, and the shape of the demon’s body remained to kneel with unfortunate eyes.

A fiery trail followed his finger. To move to another world without being summoned, a half-demon would need at least forty sacrifices. Maybe less, but then you wouldn’t be able to maintain the vector. Now, look at the formulae and the parameters: speed, direction, accuracy, safety... I didn’t get a good night’s sleep, but the night was very productive. In the morning, Argadon left, taking the assassin with him, and I went to the barracks, in a very appropriate mood: sleepy, but content.

"I don't care if you're a murderer, I just want to eat." Then that's when I met Jieun a.k.a Ayu, she's also a Demon assassin and she was the one who recruited me and then I met the four Demon Gods, Demian, Seth, Ruthven and Azazel. They are all living in the underworld. They're Demons but they all look like they live on Mt. Olympus, well, all bad guys are rather good looking handsome or just like me, super good looking pretty handsome. Those ugly ones? They are just good, doing evil things.

A look of contempt flashing in its eyes as it looked down on its hand in what seemed like reflection. "Hn," The demon mumbled sardonically. "Mortals and their ridiculous beliefs." And like how it did moments ago. In a blink of an eye, the demon disappeared from Fyn's line of sight. There, in its place moments ago, was nothing but a black trail of smoke. Breathing shakily, Fyn's knees wobbled, and he fell in a heap, his back pressed against the wall. His hand shot out, clutching his throbbing heart. Shuddering, his eyes fell on the place the demon had been.

Rademos surprised himself with his outburst. "We are one! We are the demon known as Astraldon." "Demon?" Rademos repeated, sounding surprised. "Is this a joke?" "Yes, you are a demon! You are an incubus. You are the demon of destruction." "I- I don't understand," Rademos replied, feeling a deepening sense of confusion. "In due time, you will!" "What do you-"

"Then you must know that there are demons who carry out the suffering of the people who are doomed there, yes?" "Yes," "Well-" Cleon steadied himself on the seat. "One of this demons, is called Aszres." Leonidas stared at him. "It sounds familiar. I think she mentioned him but I was barely able to pay attention. Who is he?" "He is from Tartarus. He is called the demon of despair here," Cleon replied. "He is the type that feeds on every single negative emotion and thoughts that you have, making you think that everyone around you hates and wishes you dead while you neglect other necessary needs for yourself. You would be too deep in fear and hate to go close to anyone or take care of yourself

Fuck how could I have forgotten about the air. Deamartos essence bleeds into the air whenever someone enters. An air so dense and thick it makes it hard to breathe killing anything who isn’t strong enough to withstand it. I bet she hasn’t undergo the training most demons have to withstand these conditions. I start to walk faster pulling her alone with me. “Stay with me Chyne. We’re almost there.” “Damien?” She whispers my name and I almost trip from how soft it came out. “I’m here. I’m here”