Demon From Hell Novels & Stories

He didn't hesitate to climb over the window and jumped on the balcony, his dark eyes zoomed the small window balcony a bit far off. That was West's balcony, getting there might take a while with a ladder. He groaned as he let his demon take over, his brown eyes glowed red as his lips parted, revealing a set of whites with long and sharp-edgy canines at both ends of the front rows of whites. Grabbing onto the railings of the balcony that was built there, he placed both legs on the railings, in a bending position, ready to jump off any moment. His eyes sparkled in the night as he jumped with speed from the balcony and landed heavily on West's window balcony.

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

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

"So many times, we tried to prove we could be civilized, that we aren't monsters, but again and again you Thompsons have come and destroyed what we work for, poking us until we break." "I can be a monster." He bared his fangs threateningly, moving close to my neck until I could feel his breath inches away. His voice dropped to a whisper, " Now that I've finally found one Thompson, I can destroy all of you. I could take your body as mine to drain and pick apart to pieces. Or perhaps…" His lips curled into a sly smile, "....mine to fuck until you're nothing more than broken leftovers." He moved away, eyeing my body darkly from my toes to my terrified face.

“They’re happy. They’re not suffering, and they don’t have any troubles. “They only belong to me. “This is art! It’s perfect art!” He was completely insane. It was completely inhumane. He had turned these young women into his personal toys. I looked at those young women. They were only in their early twenties. Their lives were just starting. However, they were trapped in this dungeon. I recalled what Charlie had said. “The pretty lady fell asleep after the jab, just like sleeping beauty.” It turned out that this was what he was referring to. I felt very sad. I was sad for these young women and this despicable world.

It wasn’t her first time in Hell but that doesn’t ease her nervousness when entering Leon’s hometown. Hell was so foreign to her. While it appeared like any other land on the map, the demons were different in their appearance. It wasn’t only their pointy ears and red eyes that were different. It was their gaze that was cold and nonchalant as if they entertain themselves in the ideas of death. They were the cold beings who you would avoid due to the iciness of their heart. “Someone who could draw and find that person who you saw from the vision. He would be able to draw out every single detail of that demon’s face whom you saw,” Leon explained.

"I imagine so. Which is not good." "Is he the Demon Dax mentioned he hated?" I ask. I want to believe that this man, Keo, who Oliver told me about, was some fictitious over-exaggeration of what a Demon is believed to be. "He is. He's not like most Demon's, killing without mercy, and on an impossibly large scale," Kastriv explains, confirming my worst fears. He is real. Kastriv himself has seen him in person. How horrifying. "He's a murderer?"

His fingers in his hole had brushed against a small bump which had caused a shock go through him that he was surprised he had not come. Once he had his body under control, he moved his fingers again rubbing at the bump there and all he could feel was intense pleasure. Unconsciously he closed his eyes and spread his legs so wide that one was already hanging out of the tub! It was not enough he need more. Then his mind conjured up an image of a cock, General Fan’s cock. His fantasy then then showed that he was being pierced by that thick cock. He added in another finger and started to move aggressively as his mind showed him being bent over with his ass in the air and General Fan’s body over h

“Also, do not add your blood to this. You don’t know what type of demon you might pull in and trust me you don’t want it to be a higher demon like one of the seven princes of hell.” “Who?” “The seven princes of hell. They’re the ones that holds the deadly sin to humans. There is Lucifer, Azazel, Dagon, Ramiel, Leviathan, Belphegor, and the worse of all is Asmodeus. He’s known for as the prince of lust, but also now the demon king of hell after he took over his father’s thrown.” “I very much doubt that I’ll be able to summon one of them even with my blood.” “It’s time Bianca, and I’m going to need to leave. You do understand everything you need to do?”

It has three blue-grey gems – a big one at the center and small ones beside it. “I’ve asked permission for your parents and they agreed. Emily, I am willing to live the rest of my life with you and I will marry you once again after you graduate college.” He started. Words were caught up once again in her throat. Her heart beat excruciatingly hard against her chest, “What about Hell?” “Hell has its own king.” “Who?” “Alfred.” “Alfred, the mortal butler?” Her eyes widened, “That couldn’t be! He’s gone!”