Demon Clothes Novels & Stories

With a heart-wrenching scream, the purplish-red light in the void suddenly expanded and shook off all the golden-purple ‘Path’ characters. A brand-new supreme Demonic Body replaced the soul consciousness and the Demonic Spirit, revealing a mysterious and powerful, terrifying power emanating with vast evil. He had crimson hair, swaying without wind, dressed in a black and red python robe, with a blood-red flowing cloak draped behind him. He held a demonic spear that radiated daunting demonic energy. Thick purplish-red demonic clouds rolled above his head, and sixteen rapidly rotating skulls beneath his feet. It was like the arrival of a grim reaper, causing the world to change color.

It hung limply at her side. The demon assessed the scene before him. His face darkening at her stubborn stupidity. Nim wore a plain green dress, the shade darkening her vivid eyes and perfectly complimenting the blood red of her hair. Absent corsets or other trappings, the dress was laced simply up the front. Giving an unobstructed view of her shape. Lush hips curved into the slim waist which Nierwae knew his hands easily fit around. One sleeve was torn, and the gold embroidered neckline dipped low over the rising curves of small, upturned breasts. As she moved, he glimpsed bare feet and what he suspected was dark cotton pants beneath the skirts.

Demons are seen flying into the city with undead humans following on foot, they come to a halt and stand waiting for the command of the one who seemed to be at the helm of the attack DEMON GENERAL #1 : Come out of your holes, you human scum and face the ultimate punishment at the hands of Agares, a great duke of hell for daring to step on this land… ( in a loud voice) A minute or two pass with Agares growing impatient, he motions at his generals who in turn motion to their lackeys to attack, they are about to launch a fireball the size of a wrecking ball at the building before they are stopped by the appearance of the Apostles standing atop the roof of the building adjacent the one that the

Clothes and shards of glass littered the ground. Four words were written in big, blood red letters on the wall in front; "I'm coming for you."

The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile. He was red-skinned and powerfully built and his body seemed to have been carved from molten stone. Two curved horns rose from his brow and black hair darker than night itself flowed down his back. A short, trimmed beard traced his jaw, but what caught my attention the most was the fact that he was... NAKED? “What in the fuck?” I muttered under my breath as I placed my hands over my eyes, trying to avoid the eye of the monster in between his legs. "Where the hell are your clothes?”

So, I slip into a thick jacket and tug the hood over my head. People know who I am now. They know I'm a Demon, and if they recognise me, they will kill me without hesitation. I choose a market close to the apartment, keeping my head low, avoiding eye contact with people as I weave through them. Thankfully, none of the shopkeepers seem to notice my shadiness, giving me my goods with no question at all. Quickly, I make my way back, until someone steps in front of me. At first, I try to dodge around him, not wanting to draw any additional attention to him, but when he makes to step in front of me again, I realise this isn't an innocent mistake.

" he simply said and started to search for clothes to wear. "Don't you humans take baths?" he asked, sarcastically. "To be honest, I never knew demons knew what baths were." I replied him. "I'm going to take a bath but not with you in here. Sadly, i don't have clothes to change into. I guess i'll wear this outfit Mama G gave to me for the rest of my life." I said. He still stood there changing his clothes and sat on the bed right after. I cleared my throat but he didn't react. He laid back and watched me.

" All eyes were focused on the edge of the square as two troops of demon experts slowly entered the square. The envoys from the Heavenly Demon Temple were dressed in silver armor with a total of twenty people. The leading one was a burly leader of the Heavenly Demons. His demonic aura was domineering and tyrannical with a vicious momentum flickering between his brows. It was as if a bloody aura was shrouding his entire body. This was a peculiar domain feature that he had achieved by killing countless people. It was as if there were undead wailing and howling, causing one to shiver in fear.

~Carmine~ The moment Melody stepped into the room, every single eye turned to her. The room, which had been filled with the low murmur of conversation, grew silent in an instant. She was hard to miss. She wore the designer dress like she’d been born to wear it, her long dark hair cascading in soft waves over her shoulders, almost like black silk against her skin. Her eyes—those dark, expressive eyes—were downcast, but I could tell they held immense fear, one she tried desperately to hide behind a mask of calm.

The woman replied in a thoughtful tone her features hidden by the slight shadow cast on her face. Another man spoke up from his position leaning against the door of the room "What should we do now My Lady? What are your orders?" He asked. He was dressed in more conservative fashion, similar to those who tend to dress in to enter the temple. His outer robe were dark brown, and the inner grey robe was buttoned up to the top. He has a sword strapped to his side as well as a small bottle of wine hung be his waist. In his hands he held a wide rimmed hat, his posture shows that moments ago he was prepared to set off.