Demon Dancing Novels & Stories

Low and hollow, a sound that had forgotten what it was supposed to be. Deimon stood at the edge of the room. Fists still locked at his sides, chest rising and falling in heavy, deliberate pulls, like a man counting his own breaths to stop himself from doing something that couldn't be undone. The candlelight caught the dark wine splattered across the tiles and turned it the deep colour of old blood. Broken glass glittered in pieces across the floor, catching the disco ball's dim light. Jabari straightened his jacket, and turned to face Deimon.

I raise an amused eyebrow at the demon, who is looking rather fidgety right now, especially when he is moments away from facing his beloved Inca. “Well, this will be fun then, won’t it? Come on, the quicker we can get this mess sorted out, the quicker you can leave and so can I,” I say as I walk forward and open the door. The smell of pheromones in the air is intoxicating. The sheer pink and purple curtains leave nothing to the imagination. Naked women dancing seductively in front of men of all species as they work their magic on them.

Hee hee, Bum chicki chicki chick. Dancing while waving his hips out, he did this for good few minutes and finally at the end, he did a moon walk, turn around and hand on his head mimicking a bow with hat. On the other side, when he started with his dance, ZouMi burst into uncontrollable laughter and even fell on the floor clutching her stomach. Tears rolling down her eyes, and she just couldn't stop laughing. The white face of hers, turned red from the loss of breath.

“The Winter Dance is the biggest event of the year – we can make an educated guess that the demon will show up there. Demons are drawn to violence, so all we can do is stage an act of violence and hope that our demon is, well, attracted to it.” I nodded, but something was nudging at me, right at the back of my mind. I was on the brink of a realisation, and I squinted out across the garden, into the darkness, trying to force it to come forth. Something wasn’t right. Something didn’t fit the pattern. But, try as I might, I couldn’t work out what it was.

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

The demon lowered down until its red heels touched the floor. The camera suddenly straightened and even focused on Dorothy’s face. In split seconds, the lady was already behind her. Dorothy’s crying eyes widened when the demon clutched her shoulders. Her face wrinkled as the demon’s sharp nails pierced deep in her flesh. The demon leaned over her ear and we could only see her lips layered with deep red lipstick. “I want it all...” the demon whispered before licking Dorothy’s ear. It dragged her by the hair and slammed her hard on one of the chairs.

Mark my word you will pay for marrying me. Thinking about the words Demon closed his eyes. "I did wrong. So wrong. How could I do this to her?" Demon whispered to himself. Demon stoop up and went towards the garden. When he reached there, he saw Elena was sitting on a bench. Demon saw her body was shaking slightly. "Is she crying?" Demon asked himself and about to go towards her when he saw the bastard who tried to dance with her, he was going towards Elena. Demon stood at his place and thought to see. He saw the bastard stood behind his wife and spoke up..

Anyway, mom had actually managed to scare her too. "I don't know how to dance" Artemísia answered the demon's proposal, ready for her to go to the other side of that magic square, sit back and watch Geon have fun, which was already beginning to become a routine. The demon seemed so surprised by the girl's response that she could almost see the gears spinning. That was funny, even if you take it a little sad. Anyway, she was trying not to care how dull her life was before she moved in. "I don't know how to dance" she said again and turned her face to look for somewhere to sit.

Stepping each foot ahead of the other, we make our way into the group that is now starting to grow… Dicing and slicing… Pumping and pushing… Driving and slamming… Over and over as our feet take us… Blood spurting in our face and covering our clothes… Sliding through a pool of mess as we glide our way through, taking each Demon and taking the very essence of their life from their bodies as they drop to the floor and disappear. Soon we are joined by Azron and Dagon that take the ones that managed to get past us. As a complete unit, we bring the end to a group of Demons…

Demon forcefully took a few steps backward from Thomas to keep a few meters away from this man, and he stared at Thomas. From the side, Burning Beard smoked the cigarette and said loudly, “Demon, what’s wrong with you? Quickly kill him. I’ll ‘add on a meal’ for you.” Adding on a meal? Demon’s emotion was instantly triggered. “Go to hell!” Demon rushed forward manically and jumped up when he was one meter away from Thomas. He opened his legs and wanted to wrap them around Thomas’ neck. The people around were frightened when they saw it. They were extremely familiar with this move. This was Demon’s ultimate move, Strangling!