Demon Clothes Novels & Stories

he repeated, then continued walking. Esteria hesitated only for a moment before following the demon. They crossed a large room filled with peculiar, almost eerie portraits that seemed to watch them as they passed. The walls were adorned with ornate tapestries, and the passageway was illuminated by old-fashioned chandeliers that cast a warm, golden light. The intricate designs on the walls depicted scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures, adding to the surreal atmosphere.

Day 5: War against Demons I had trouble sleeping the whole night so I had some bags under my eyes. For my clothes I had my maids dress me in black tight leather pants, black t-shirt, black leather jacket and black leather boots. I had a gun belt on my waist filled with guns and had knives inside my boots. Demons could be killed by any weapon as long as it damaged their heart. Luckily their skin was like human skin so any weapon could penetrate through.

He was chiselled and cruel looking, his eyes were literally flaming, swirling with red, orange and yellow, the pupils slits, where the sclera were usually white his were black and bottomless. He was dressed in a black house coat embroidered with gold thread depicting dragons, his bare chest and astonishing abdominal muscles were displayed with arrogant pride. His black leather pants tight to his thick thighs. At his feet were two demon girls, fawning over him. They were beautiful and both had long forked tails and tiny horns. They both turned and hissed at Ruben’s approach showing their pointed teeth and forked tongues.

Lao noticed the hellspawn demon that was approaching them. The demon was wearing a thin black cloak that revealed her green shirt and black pants. Her colorless eyes scanned the group. "What are you doing here?" Lao asked.

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

She inquires while leading us down the aisles of expensive clothing. "Yes, Gloria, show us all seasonal dresses." The demon replies curtly. "They must be modest, no low necklines, well except I'd like to see some of the sexy lingerie." "What?!" I snap my head in his direction. He merely winks at me, lips quirking. "Can't a husband enjoy seeing his wife in lingerie?" My face instantly heats up like a toaster oven and Gloria laughs. Some five minutes later, the demon selects a really priceless magenta summer dress out from the trolley Gloria displayed for us.

"Keeper of truths and lies, seer of past and future. I summon you to this circle by right of blood and binding." The temperature in the room plummeted. Frost began forming on the windows despite the autumn warmth outside. The candle flames turned from orange to deep purple, casting everything in an otherworldly glow. Then he appeared. The demon materialized in the summoning circle like smoke given form. Tall and gaunt, with skin the color of old parchment and eyes like black pearls. He wore robes that seemed to be cut from the night sky itself, stars glittering in their depths. When he smiled, his teeth were perfect white points.

He scrutinized the cops, and saw the scar on his face. It was him. He was dead. The demon had killed him and whoever the demon was, is still around here somewhere. "Search around, whoever did this is still here" His subordinates moved out, leaving him with the corpse. Turning his head to the side he saw a dress. Huh? What was a dress doing here? He pick up the dress and saw that it we tore. Carefully studying the dress. It wasn't tore by a fight. But by size. Moving away from the corpse, he tailed the dress.

Looking down, her heart suddenly beat a hundred and eighty times. Clothes! Clothes! Her clothes weren’t made of clay! Nor were they provided by the Dead Land like the Big demon’s! They were just normal clothes! This time they were all burned! The dress, stockings, undergarments, even the bra wasn’t spared! The Big demon was still here! Although this body was made of clay! But being naked in front of the Big demon was still embarrassing! She hadn’t mentally prepared to be seen by a man! All burned! All burned! Oh...