Demon Asylum Novels & Stories

The lives of the defenceless people there weren't even worth the sand under their feet to these demons. Benard, upon hearing about this, went to find the king, asking for permission to go and bring the head of this arrogant demon leader who was taunting the king's authority. Demons lived in the abyss located in the wastelands, where they'd been banished to. And there was a barrier that usually prevented even their runt from getting to the human territory. With them now causing mayhem at Vilvayle city, there must be a portal that leads from the abyss directly to that city. And he had a hunch that someone had either activated it or created it themselves.

Geneva said worriedly to her friend. "What do you call him by the way?" "I gave him a name. Dyrus Aleister Aspartheon. I think he's a demon way back from the Great War that got blasted down to the 13 Circles or something. He said that he got drenched in the waters of Styx forgetting everything about his past so I told him to go back to Pandora's Chasm where he might remember something from his past but he returned this morning and declared that he's staying with me. So now I don't have a way to break my curse and a useless demon that's going to get me killed if the ministry finds out about him." Ruby puffed her cheek in frustration, looking completely like a child throwing a tantrum.

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱ They were there, I could see, even if neither Asra nor Callisto noticed me, I watched them. "It’s different" that nosy demon muttered "I couldn’t understand." "Of course not" I thought "you’re too dumb for that". Asra stared at Elaine, who was on the floor, practically drooling in pain. The infant body of that thing the God of angels called "holy" was writhing as he thrust more and more divine power into that nearly dying body.

Azazel's laughter echoed through the room once more, sending chills down his spine. "You are mine now, Richard," the demon hissed, his eyes glowing with malevolent glee. "And I intend to keep you forever." Richard knew he should be afraid, should be screaming and fighting to escape. But as he looked up at Azazel, he felt a strange sense of contentment wash over him. He had found what he had been searching for all along, a dark and twisted path that would lead him to new heights of pleasure and depravity. And so, with a smile on his lips and a fire in his eyes, Richard surrendered himself to the demon's will, ready to embrace the twisted fate that awaited him in the abandoned hospital.

Evelyn probably knew what he meant, and he guessed that like Agarez, he smelled Irzey, his father, on her. "My name is Evelyn and I came here a while ago." Evelyn made a noise, a well-timed interruption, or she figured the demon in front of her would probably talk to himself and keep chanting. Evelyn had a sneaking suspicion, but she asked softly, "What about you?" "Don't even recognize me, you're really new here," said the red-haired demon, "I'm Asmodeus.Asmodeus, Asmodeus is a name you should have heard before, right?"

Without waiting for a response, I summoned my wings and flew to the Fire Palace, where Azazel was staying. The fire palace loomed ahead, a towering structure of obsidian and brimstone, glowing faintly with the embers of eternal flames that lined its walls. The heat was intense, even for a demon god like me. It was a testament to the raw, untamed power that resided within these walls. As I approached, the massive iron gates groaned open, allowing me entry. The guards, demons of flame and shadow, bowed their heads in reverence, their fiery eyes flickering as I passed.

Caelum’s pace quickened. The corridors on the top level were nearly silent now. Most demons had been driven out days ago; the few allowed to remain kept to the lower floors, scuttling like shadows that prayed not to be noticed. Even Hell’s creatures knew when to keep their heads down. The polished obsidian walls reflected dim, distorted fragments of him as he passed—a tall figure in black, ember-brown eyes lowered, expression carefully blank. Cael Asher. Loyal functionary. Convenient ghost.

He stood at the entrance, ready to embark on his daring quest. As he approached the gates, the shapeless demons sensed his presence and began to materialize, their forms shifting and contorting in the darkness. Their eyes glowed with an eerie light, and their mouths twisted into wicked grins. Azazel knew that defeating these demons would not be an easy task, but he was prepared to face any challenge to reach his love Azrael.

"Tell the Lords I’m never coming back." The demon let out a scream of anger as it was pulled out of the girl’s body forcefully in a cloud of black smoke. Callie opened a gateway quickly and directed the demon to go through where Azazel would be waiting on the other side. She closed the gate as soon as it was gone and looked over at the mess in the Medical Bay. The First Year was slumped on the floor in a fetal position crying in big, trembling sobs.

I went back to hugging myself, my breast always gets into the of my self hugs. "Why would they call me, I have nothing to do with Lola", someone whispered behind me, their breath is hot on my neck. I move a bit to prevent the mouth heat from touching me and they move aswell, so close their knees were pressing into the back of mine. I turn so fast I give myself a whiplash. "Chill, Ben-Harry". Daniel Jegede. His voice why didn't I recognise it at first. "Daniel, why are you there? You weren't called". Ms. Angeline's nasal voice rang.